From the emergence of the Verdant Vine from the silver liquid to its piercing of the moon, a mere three breaths of time had passed.
Song He's astonished expression had only just appeared.
The moon in the sky had already been directly pierced by the Verdant Vine.
There should have been no sound, yet Song He fancied he heard a brittle crackle, like that of glass shattering—
"Crack~"
Above the Sky Dome, the limpid moonlight surged in an instant, and the moon shattered in a fraction of a second, continuing to collapse amidst the dark expanse of the sky, with wisps of lunar raindrops falling from the heavens.
Like shooting stars, each drop was exceptionally smooth, more like numerous miniature moons plummeting towards the ground.
Dragging behind them silver tails.
As they descended,
Song He sensed that they were radiating an exceedingly pure Water Spirit Energy and an indescribable, mysterious aura.
