Behind Su Tu and the Magician, an unimaginable divine power emerged.
The ethereal great moon hung in the sky, with strands of moonlight cascading down, illuminating the world. The all-consuming Eternal Night could not diminish that silver-white silhouette in the slightest.
One and only, the night solely belongs to the moon!
It was an indescribable power of solitude, standing proudly at the zenith, as if it were pressing down on all living beings.
Clink clank!!!
Flowing like a river, the moonlight slowly moved, and at the moment of its eruption, the Eternal Night began to recede continuously, until finally, atop the entire Cang Mountain, the night and moonlight each claimed half the realm.
Then, looking at the woman with the black veil over her eyes, a slight fluctuation of divine wonder appeared as the Eternal Night shrouding her began to burn like flames, and an inexplicable force slowly ascended.
