When the clothes on the woman's body floated away like feathers, the fire on the altar suddenly burst into flames, reaching the height of a whole building, as if it was about to soar into the sky.

But soon, the soaring flame fell down, and the golden red flame gradually dimmed until it went out.

The woman in sacrificial attire threw the scepter in her hand to the ground fiercely, her face was livid, there was anger in her eyes, and there was even more distinct fear.

Inviting the sacrifice to the Moon Palace failed again.

It was as if they were rejected by the gods. They could no longer ignite the divine fire, communicate with the gods, and gain power from the flames and moonlight.

"Palace master..." the maid at the bottom said cautiously, "Why don't you go and rest first, and try again next month."

"Get out!" The woman in the Chinese dress raised her hand, and the maid underneath was thrown out by her like a kite with a broken string, and landed heavily on the ground.

Palace Master Yaoyue flickered and disappeared on the altar, and when she reappeared, she was already in her bedroom.

"Palace Master!" Several slender and handsome men stepped forward one after another, trying to help her loosen her clothes.

But Palace Master Yaoyue slapped him to the ground with a wave of his hand, and then the bedroom door slammed shut.

She sat on the bed with a livid face, her eyes were looking not far away, and her thoughts were churning.

The sacrificial fire in the Yueyue Palace has not been able to burn for ten years.

And the strength of everyone in the Moon Palace they invited has not improved at all in the past ten years.

What frightened her even more was that since the holy girl they invited to the Moon Palace lost her virginity and absconded 30 years ago, the high priest in the God's Domain, who was more terrifying than the emperor and the devil, gradually turned away from her.

Because she was rejected, she couldn't pray to the gods, let alone gain power from the divine fire.

The Inviting Moon Palace is gradually declining and heading towards extinction, and some people in the palace have begun to notice all of this.Some elders even discussed to abolish her.

Soon, it was time to invite the Moon Palace to pay tribute to the saintess candidates, but she couldn't find anyone who could match An Lingyue's aptitude.

If she couldn't present the real saint this time, and couldn't satisfy the High Priest of God's Realm, her status as palace lord would definitely be lost.

Thinking of that man in red robe and black hair, whose appearance is more beautiful and seductive than a woman, Palace Mistress Yaoyue couldn't stop trembling.

She knew too well how life would be worse than death if she was completely rejected by that person.

"Palace Master, why are you frowning so tightly? Is there anything, can this subordinate share your worries?"

Suddenly, a man's gentle and concerned voice came from his ear.

Palace Master Yaoyue was very upset at being disturbed, but when she turned her head and saw the person coming, her expression softened a little, "Didn't I say to stay alone and not let anyone in? Why did you come in without authorization?"

Standing not far away was a man wearing a scholar's gown. He looked about 30 years old, but he exuded a gentle and refined temperament, which made people feel close and trustworthy just by looking at him.

The man sat next to Palace Mistress Yaoyue, naturally grabbed her hand and held it in the palm of his hand, and pressed her hand to his face. He focused his eyes and said, "I heard that Qingya, you are angry and sad, so I don't care about anything. I just worry about you. How are you."

"It's my fault for violating the palace lord's order. Even if Qingya wants to kill me, I, Lu Xuyang, will never complain."