The awakening of the Bleeding Moon shook the entire world.
The giant eye hanging within the cracked crimson moon gazed down upon the battlefield with an emotionless stare that made every cultivator present feel despair seep into their bones. The skies themselves seemed stained red while Blood Qi surged endlessly across the sect.
Yet the awakening came with a terrible price.
The two remaining Ancestors suddenly began deteriorating rapidly. Their bodies cracked apart like ancient statues weathered by endless time. Their already thin vitality vanished at terrifying speed as the moon absorbed everything they had left.
Sanguine Ancestor looked toward Patriarch Hong Tianyue.
"Tianyue…"
His voice had become weak and hollow.
Death Bell Ancestor also turned toward the Patriarch while struggling to remain standing.
"We leave the rest…"
"In your hands…"
"And the Bleeding Moon…"
Those were their final words.
