The curtain of moonlight shattered under the force of the white light, its radiant glow dissipating into the void. The abyss, once illuminated by Yue Yun's power, was now bathed in a gentle yet overwhelming white radiance. The light was pure, carrying an aura of divine authority that seemed to suppress even the darkness itself.
Yao Huang, Mo Han, and Mo Qian, who had been desperately trying to escape, froze in their tracks. Their expressions shifted from panic to relief as they turned their gaze toward the source of the white light. Yao Huang, in particular, let out a sigh of relief, his pale face regaining a hint of color.
"You're here," Yao Huang said.
