When the Taoist priests had finally relaxed completely,
Crack! Crack!
The sound of fracturing echoed in the ears of all beings.
Within Xuanyang Taoist Temple, the disciples stopped their recitation of the Taoist Scriptures.
They looked up at the sky, their pupils shrinking sharply.
That eternal moon hanging in the Vault of Heaven had split apart.
A dragon head emerged from the bright moon, its gray dragon eyes looking down upon the creatures of the earth.
The dragon head was ferocious, its scales were gray, and each scale was as large as mountains and rivers, covered with exotic ghosts.
Or more accurately, this gray dragon was entirely formed by what were called ghostly beings.
Immense fear surged from the hearts of all creatures, unstoppable, irrepressible, a touch of instinct within the soul.
Until a red sun rose from the Mount Taibai Range.
Its heartwarming brilliance spread across mountains and rivers, dispersing the fog in the hearts of all beings.
