A streak of blood-red crescent moon hangs high, the hazy moonlight cascades down, and the stars in the night sky seem to sense something amiss, gradually dimming.
Gradually, only that crescent moon with mottled blood-red remains in the night sky. The originally cool and clear moonlight now carries a touch of strangeness.
Yang lifts his head, opens his mouth, and inhales, as the surrounding faint moonlight transforms into a long river of mottled blood-red moonlight, flowing into his mouth.
Yang closes his eyes, quietly sensing for a moment.
Yu Ziqing also follows suit, absorbing the moonlight. A large amount of moonlight enters his belly, and the initial sensation is the taste of normal moonlight.
Cool and gentle, although not strong, it is a force almost all living beings can utilize, nearly second only to ordinary spiritual energy.
