Night had fallen over the military camp.
"Defying the ordinary and breaking all norms, these are Divine Skills!"
Zhong Shenxiu sat cross-legged, deep in thought, and could not help but smile: "Interesting."
He began to understand what Divine Skills were.
For the people of this world, Spells were not a mere legend; some had even witnessed them with their own eyes.
Drawing Talismans and Chanting Mantras, invoking spirits to help—these were all common sights.
To them, breaking the ordinary and defying logic was not just about immense power.
It was about even more wondrous effects.
Like... transcending the void, reversing causality, or turning back time?
"Surely not? After all, it's only the fourth realm of cultivation..."
Zhong Shenxiu took a deep breath: "Consuming the Yin and swallowing the Yang, does it refer to the Gang Sha Realm, where one can refine up to nine streaks of Evil Qi and eight streaks of Gang Qi?"
Although he did not have the full mastery of the Ten Directions Beast Skill, he was, at this point, at the Innate Peak and could consider advancing.
As for further solidifying his foundation?
While there was nothing wrong with that, the suppression from a higher realm was ultimately more formidable than being invincible within the same realm. As long as his foundational essence was not damaged and prevented advancement, he felt quite alright.
'Furthermore... my body has started to undergo some changes—this is not a good sign...'
While he was pondering, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly had a premonition.
He stepped outside the house, looking up at the sky.
He saw the twin moons in the sky, which had been silver and bright a moment ago, had suddenly tinted with crimson as though soaked in blood, vivid and dripping.
Between heaven and earth, there emerged a sinister and malevolent atmosphere.
Even something inside him started to stir eagerly.
"Blood Moon Night, it's come so suddenly."
Zhong Shenxiu sighed, his excitement palpable: "Life or death, it all hinges on this moment!"
In the next instant, a howl rose from somewhere within the camp.
Soon after, angry roars echoed continuously.
"Someone is killing others."
Many soldiers went mad, some rolling on the ground, others grappling with each other, and some even drew their weapons to bloody their comrades nearby...
"Could it be... a camp-wide frenzy?"
He paused thoughtfully: "Neither too early nor too late, such coincidence must surely be the work of the descendants of the Felix Family!"
Delia stared intently at the Crystal Ball before her: "Tonight, it is the Blood Moon Night!"
Fei She's expression changed, coughing several times: "Such coincidence? My injuries have not yet healed..."
Thinking of the monster from earlier, he still felt fear.
Had it not been for his many hidden tricks and several magical weapons, any normal squad leader, even with dozens of men, would have perished.
"Blood Moon Night has always been unpredictable, but it's about these days, not too unexpected..."
Delia held the Crystal Ball with both hands, seemingly gazing into her future: "And... we have been prepared for this, haven't we?"
Her voice was deep as she began reciting an ancient curse.
In various parts of the camp, small talismans suddenly appeared and lit up, emitting wisps and streams of Black Fog.
These mists, coupled with the unrest of Blood Moon Night, immediately began exerting some mysterious influence, spreading through the entirety of Black Mountain Castle.
It seemed a Soldier shouted in his sleep.
This shout awakened others, and like a chain reaction, it spread out rapidly.
The madness had taken over everyone's eyes as they began to twist and scream...
Fei She didn't need to go outside to know what had happened.
"In the military, it's inherently a high-pressure environment with no release. Add to that our release of emotions like fear and anger, along with the pre-ambushed agents stirring trouble, it's like a pile of kindling, and it takes just a spark..."
"Even with strong suppression, the camp's soldiers are not so easily calmed."
"Even if they do calm down, they will be left weak and disoriented... This camp is ruined for days to come."
Fei She exclaimed, "Truly worthy of a spell passed down from the ancient gods!"
"Alright, it's time for us to depart."
Delia picked up the crystal ball, "The ancient altar shall be resurrected today!"
The worship of the ancient gods was no ordinary thing, requiring the right time, place, and ritual.
Hence, they had to go to the Black Mountain Great Rift!
Fei She had long prepared a secret passage and horses.
At this moment, he gave the signal, and more people rushed over, gathering together, breaking out of the camp, and heading directly towards the Black Mountain Great Rift.
Along the way, they encountered the mad soldiers, to whom they were coldly indifferent, cutting them down directly.
Feng Xixi was meditating, and she was the first to rush out of her tent when the Blood Moon rose.
But the next moment, hearing the chaos, her face turned extremely grim.
"The camp is in uproar! The camp is in uproar!"
Xu Wenling, disheveled and still holding a bloody long knife, had obviously already killed a few people.
At this time, talking to those soldiers was futile; they had to be killed.
"Where are my Xuanjia Iron Cavalry?"
Feng Xixi didn't even look at him as she shouted loudly.
"Colonel, we are all here!"
Dozens of people rushed over, forming a protective formation.
After all, Feng Xixi's Xuanjia Iron Cavalry was elite; they stayed unshaken in the face of such chaos, gathering immediately to protect their officer.
Zhong Shenxiu, dressed in iron armor, blended into the crowd, unremarkable.
"Colonel, please suppress them quickly!"
Xu Wenling, sweating profusely, pleaded with Feng Xixi.
Before he had finished speaking, he was knocked to the ground by a slap from Feng Xixi's personal guard, Sparrow.
"It's already too late."
Feng Xixi looked up at the Blood Moon and sighed, "I originally wanted to use your troops, but now they are nothing but a burden. Your inability to control them has led to this disaster. If I were you, I'd pray that those people don't succeed tonight, otherwise, I must accuse you before the Grand Protector!"
She mounted her horse and shouted, "Xuanjia Iron Cavalry, follow me and break out! Kill anyone who stands in our way without hesitation!"
Immediately, dozens of iron-clad riders responded loudly and charged out.
Feng Xixi's target was clear; she headed straight for the Black Mountain Great Rift, the location of the ancient altar.
In the blood-red moonlight, suddenly, shouting and arrows flew past.
Several Xuanjia Iron Cavalry fell, and Feng Xixi raised her hand. Two rays of light flew out, seemingly carrying willow-leaf flying knives, vanishing into the darkness.
From both sides came a few screams, and then silence.
Feng Xixi reached the foot of the mountain, dismounted, and continued walking without stopping. Looking back at the team that had reduced to just over twenty people, she felt some regret, "I thought these remnants wouldn't amount to much, but it turns out they had hidden so much strength. Their ambitions aren't small. How infuriating!"
Zhong Shenxiu walked at ease, strolling down the familiar mountain path.
Along the path, the black wild grass seemed to have eyes watching him, sending a chill down his spine.