With the snap of a finger, half a year passed, and the lunar anomaly that once enveloped the sea was slowly receding.
The moon wheel in the sky gradually faded, and the phantom of the laurel tree and the jade rabbit pounding medicine retreated like the tide.
The silver divine light that filled the sky no longer surged but instead transformed into strands of flowing light, converging toward the figure on the dragon's head.
Chen Sheng sat cross-legged on the top of the Black Ice Ink Dragon's skull, his Profound Daoist Robe covered with condensed moonlight, as if coated with a layer of fine silver frost.
His eyes were tightly shut, and the Dao Domain around him had already been deployed. The Yin Fish and Yang Fish slowly rotated, and the "Silence" mark on his forehead glowed faintly, drawing the last of the lunar divine light into his body.
