Rune Language is the key to unlocking the spirit of Moonlight.
As Zhou Yan uttered those ancient rune sentences, the Guanghua beneath his feet began to ripple, and the reflections of Zhou Yan and Hou Chen, as well as the illusory images of the sky and clouds in the mirror, started to distort, eventually coalescing into a drop of ancient blood, suspended in the Void.
This droplet of blood was red with tinges of purple, purple with hints of black, seeming crystalline and about to drop, yet filled with a dangerous aura.
After this droplet of blood appeared, the world returned to normal.
Snow started to fall from heaven and earth, and a light layer of snowflakes began to accumulate on the ground.
The temperature was also not as severely cold as it had initially been.
"Master."
Hou Chen was somewhat worried as he looked at the droplet of Ancestor Blood, seemingly uneasy.
"There's nothing to worry about, Chenchen."
