The world started moving again.
Everything returned to normal. No one present realized what had just happened.
Only Mo Ling was still trapped in the bizarre vision, unable to pull himself away.
He looked at the runes on the ground again. They weren't shattered, and there was no world-destroying dragon. They lay there, still perfectly intact.
The only difference was the addition of an Immortal Wood Ball in the eye of the Little Fish.
It was as if nothing had happened at all.
After their rest, Jeff directed the others to spread out and place the balls into the grooves in different areas.
Mo Ling floated in the air, observing the grooves in their various locations.
They were cleverly and evenly distributed along the runic lines, each groove fifty meters apart, forming a grid pattern across the Moon Altar.
'Is this to ensure the spherical zones cover the entire Moon Altar?'
Mo Ling observed for only a moment before he discovered the pattern of the grooves.
