“Under the Light of the Forgotten Moon”

Across the vast skies that stretch over the Six Realms, where the Dao flows like an eternal river and fate is woven with threads of karma, an ancient war shattered the balance of the world.

In that age of fire and shadows, demons emerged from the Infernal Realm, breaking seals and bleeding the Mortal Realm dry. It was then that the immortals descended from the Celestial Clouds, the sacred beasts awoke in their hidden forests, and the seas roared their songs of war.

But among all the clans, none shone brighter than the Nine-Tailed Moon Foxes. Ethereal, wise, and mysterious, they descended from their hidden domain beyond the moon, sealing the rifts of the abyss with their very lives.

The youngest princess of the foxes — nameless, powerless — vanished in the final battle. Her trace faded among ruins and prayers, and even the moon forgot her name.

A thousand years passed.

Now, beneath the whispers of a forgotten forest, a small fox with only one tail awakens amidst the ruins of that battlefield. She remembers no name. She remembers no soul. But the reflection of the moon still dances in her eyes.

Meanwhile, the Crown Prince of the Celestial Realm — demon slayer and bearer of divine judgment — falls from the heavens, wounded, and finds solace in the soft arms of that fragile creature.

Thus begins a story of rebirth, love, betrayal, and transcendence.

Thus awakens the legend of Xiao Huli, the last Moon Fox, whose pure heart can either seal the chaos… or shatter the heavens.

The night in the Abyssal Pass had no stars.


Jiutian stood at the edge of the stone circle he had built around Xiao Huli. The little fox slept at its center, wrapped in the faint glow of a mist rising from the ground. Her tiny body barely moved with the rhythm of her breathing.


Not with noise, but with the kind of presence that the oldest cultivators feared: the vibration of a forgotten power, an energy that hadn't been spoken of in centuries.


Jiutian exhaled, letting his Qi slide across the earth without disturbing it. He felt the urge to protect her, even though he didn't understand why. She wasn't just a beast. She wasn't just a creature with spiritual talent.


There was something in the way she looked at him.In the way she tilted her head.In the way she never spoke, yet always understood.


There was compassion in her.And there was fire too.


—What are you, really? —he murmured.


The wind didn't answer. It only carried the scent of the ancient ruins into his lungs: petrified smoke, stones split by battles long past, blood that had never been washed away.


He remembered his own past.The war.The portal.The sacrifice.


And then, he remembered a legend his father used to tell him as a child, before he became a prince.


"If you ever find a fox whose eyes reflect the moon before the light… do not let it go. For it may not be a fox. It may be a memory in disguise. A forgotten debt."


Jiutian looked at Xiao Huli's closed eyes.


She wasn't a fox.She was a mystery that had waited thousands of years to be discovered.


And now… that mystery slept at the center of a circle of stones, trusting him.


Chapter 11 - Chapter 10.5 – Silence Between the Circles