"Immortality is still here, General."
"Mmm..."
Their conversation grew increasingly brief as the Moon Altars in the sky rapidly went dark.
But the moonlight didn't dim; on the contrary, it grew ever brighter.
Beneath the increasingly piercing moonlight, the specks of light danced ever faster.
After a constant cycle of stagnation and flow, the last Moon Altar in the sky finally went dark.
Yet the moonlight remained, a suffocating, pallid white.
The Shadow at Mo Ling's feet vanished, but the specks of light beside him continued to spiral upward into the air.
A chilling draft wafted from the depths of the mist, making him tremble.
'Where is the moonlight coming from?'
Mo Ling looked around but saw no light source, yet the surrounding mist remained bright.
The spotlights had disappeared, but the light remained.
What's more, the light continued to grow even brighter.
