Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2568 Gods
The woman in pure white sacrificial attire was as white as snow and had a noble demeanor.

The man in the bright red sacrificial robes stood tall and slender, with an imposing presence even without being angry.

If you didn't know these two people, you would really think they were a perfect couple.

It’s a pity that the practitioners watching at the foot of the desolate mountain would definitely recognize this man.

"Donghuang Taiyi!"

"Master Ji Mo!"

"Master Imperial Master!"

The practitioners from Nanchu stood up and saluted this man. The practitioners who were not from Nanchu also bowed in respect, looking at this leader of the current practice world with awe and excitement.

As for the other man beside Ji Mo, although he was dressed in cloth and no longer had the imposing and aura he once had, the Northern Wei practitioners all stood up in panic and looked at the man in shock.

"Xu...Master Imperial Master?"

"Master, why are you here?"

Xu Canghai is no longer the national teacher nor the head of Beihan Pavilion, but the practitioners of Northern Wei Dynasty cannot change their tune for a while.

Xu Canghai bowed modestly towards the crowd who were saluting him, walked out of the crowd and came to Meng Shi who was surrounded by the Northern Wei imperial guards.

Meng Shi stood up from her chair. From afar, Ying Baoyue could see the confusion on her usually calm face.

It seems that Xu Canghai did not inform anyone about his coming this time, and no one expected it.

"My queen, I came to Former Qin without saying hello. I hope you and the court will forgive me."

Xu Canghai did not kneel down to kowtow to Meng Shi, but just bowed his hands. However, no one from the Northern Wei people present had any objection. Instead, they all looked at each other in panic.

"It's okay, Xu..."

Meng Shi didn't think of how to address Xu Canghai for a moment, as he no longer held any official position. But judging from the reactions of the practitioners, he knew that his prestige still existed and should not be underestimated.

"Senior Xu."

"Since we are at the rank ceremony today, we should address you as a cultivator," Meng Shi thought for a long time before coming up with a name. "Neither I nor the King of Northern Wei thought you would come."

There were very few practitioners from Beihan Pavilion who came to this ranking ceremony. Meng Shi heard that it was Tuoba Xun, as the new pavilion master, who stepped in to restrain the disciples of Beihan Pavilion to avoid causing trouble for Ying Baoyue.

So no one thought that Xu Canghai, who had already lost all his skills and retired to the mountains, would wade into this muddy water.

"I had no intention of coming here," Xu Canghai smiled bitterly, "I only came here because of the enthusiastic invitation from the National Master of Nanchu."

Ji Mo, are you passionate?

Meng Shi repeated this sentence stupidly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Not only was she unable to react, but everyone at the foot of the mountain who could hear these words also couldn't react.

Not only were people's ears unable to react, their eyes were also unable to react.

Everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on the Nanchu State Master who was wearing a bright red sacrificial robe.

Ji Mo should have been the focus of the crowd, but everyone's eyes were focused on the woman in white at this moment.

It was simply because she was too beautiful and the pressure she exuded was too great.

Although the woman in white was wearing a veil, it was not difficult to guess that she must be extremely beautiful just by looking at her figure. In addition, her demeanor was so extraordinary that she looked very compatible with Ji Mo when standing together.

Many of the elderly practitioners present rubbed their eyes and couldn't help whispering.

"Who is this? When did such a high-level female cultivator appear in the cultivation world?"

"It has been many years since I have seen Donghuang Taiyi and a woman appear together. What is the relationship between this woman and Lord Ji Mo?"

"This... is as if the Great God of Destiny is still alive."

Ying Baoyue also looked a little dazed, recalling the scene when Lin Shubai and Ji Mo appeared together.

However, for those who really knew or had guessed the identity of this woman, the speculation about the relationship between the two people present was simply a hell of a joke.

"Master Ji Mo, I'm sorry, but this girl is..."

At this time, an elderly practitioner from Nanchu stepped forward and asked this question on behalf of everyone else.

"Mr. Haoran?"

Ji Jiashu was a little surprised to see the familiar old man.

"Several gentlemen have come to the Jixia Academy," Ying Baoyue smiled, "and my master, Mr. Zhenshan, is here too."

Ji Jiashu had not returned to Nanchu for a long time. When he saw the practitioners from the Jixia Academy surrounding his father, he felt as if he was in another world.

Mr. Haoran asked this question with a serious expression.

The expressions of some other Heavenly Rank practitioners around were also not looking good.

Ying Baoyue knew that these people had guessed the identity of the woman in white.

For the third-level practitioners, they can clearly sense that the realm of the woman in white is higher than theirs. There are not many people in the world who have such a high realm.

Ji Mo did not answer directly, but glanced at the woman in white beside him, "You speak for yourself."

The woman in white bowed her head gently, and the next moment she raised her hand to take off her veil. The wind stopped, but it was not because of the wind magic.

The breathing of everyone present seemed to stop for a moment.

"Everyone, this is my first appearance."

The woman in white spoke softly, but her voice was not that of a woman, but an old voice familiar to high-level practitioners.

"Wait, this voice is... a mountain ghost?"

"Master Mountain Ghost?"

As soon as this voice was heard, the practitioners from the Later Liao Dynasty were thrown to the ground in panic.

"Yes," the woman in white glanced at the agitated crowd and smiled calmly, "I am the son of the White Tiger God, the Mountain Ghost."

"Before I became a mountain ghost, my name was Murong Yin."

Nan Chu and the practitioners from other countries who were standing nearby widened their eyes and were speechless.

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Then the Liao practitioners were in complete chaos.

Ying Baoyue heard a scream from afar. The voice came from the cultivators from Hou Liao. It sounded very familiar, as if it was Murong Feixing.

That kid is here too.

"No... How is this possible? The White Tiger Goddess is... a woman?"

"The name Murong Yin... Didn't Princess Hou Liao die a long time ago?"

"Wait, Shan Gui is Da Siming's fiancé, and the person Lin Shubai was going to marry was a woman?"

"Crazy, really crazy."

The area at the foot of Mount Li was in chaos for a while.

Ji Mo frowned and looked at Murong Yin with dissatisfaction.

Shan Gui's identity was too special. He had long expected that Murong Yin's disclosure of her identity would cause controversy, and most importantly, would cause the ranking ceremony to fall into chaos from the very beginning, which was contrary to his purpose.

Just as Ji Mo took a deep breath and prepared to exert his power to quiet down everyone present, a breeze suddenly blew from a distance, and a green figure appeared in the center of the crowd.

"Mountain ghost, you've come down the mountain."

Dongfang Yi appeared in front of everyone with fluttering white hair and wearing a green sacrificial robe.

"Soochow Imperial Master!"

Dongfang Yi's appearance attracted everyone's attention.

"Master Dongfang," Murong Yin bowed to the old man in green, "It's our first meeting."

"Nice to meet you," Dongfang Yi returned the greeting and stared at the woman in front of him quietly, "The Great God of Destiny really had good taste back then."

At this time, the dense crowd dispersed from the back, and a man in golden sacrificial robes walked out.

This person had a reserved aura, but the ritual garments he wore were shining with gold and looked very valuable.

"Lord Xiangjun!"

The Zhong Tang practitioner shouted excitedly on the side.

“The Imperial Master of the Central Tang Dynasty is here too,” Dongfang Yi said with emotion, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen so many Sons of God gathered together.”

"One more person is missing."

There are eight gods, but only one is missing.

Ji Mo looked towards the east, and everyone present realized something and gradually quieted down.

Ji Jiashu, who was sitting in the carriage, felt the gaze from afar, and his scalp went numb, "Bao Yue..."

Ying Baoyue stood up with a smile on his face.

"I'm going."

Her figure disappeared in the carriage. Li Ji sat still, with the hair by his ears fluttering in the wind.

His dark eyes looked out the window, and Ying Baoyue's figure had appeared at the foot of the mountain a mile away.

The huge crowd spontaneously made way for her.

Li Ji's deep eyes reflected the girl's figure.

Everyone looked at her with bated breath, watching her walk step by step towards the four sons of God who were standing shoulder to shoulder.

"Baoyue, you are here."

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War of the gods