Summit of the Ghost Fog Mountain.
The boundary between Yin and Yang.
The Blood Moon descends.
Yi Lin lifted his head, and in the sky, only a faint gleam of sunlight remained.
Above him, the Blood Moon had completely taken over the sky.
At first glance, it felt as though the Blood Moon filled the entire view, evoking a sense of deja vu, as if the moon was plummeting towards the earth.
The junction of heaven and earth was no different.
"Shut up!"
The whispering in Yi Lin's ears paused momentarily when he bellowed, only to continue murmuring crazily moments later.
The air around him was icy, and the once magnificent flower field was now a mess of disorder, no longer possessing its initial splendor.
Looking down from mid-air, a giant palm print was deeply imprinted on the summit of the mountain.
It was as if a titan had slapped the "skull" on the top of the head, turning a flat surface into a concave one.
And the slaps were delivered with ferocious force.
