Fangsheng's pupils dilated violently as if they were about to tear apart, simply because the sight before him made him almost unable to believe his eyes. As the trees rose to their feet, he finally managed to catch a clear view of the night sky in this space, and a wave of indescribable shock surged through his heart.
A full moon hung suspended in the pitch-black sky, casting a bright yet eerie, ghostly radiance. The moonlight spilled downward, illuminating everything around and making the entire world clearly visible. Without a doubt, this was an ordinary, mundane night; only that full moon appeared exceptionally bizarre and beautiful, enough to strike terror into one's heart.
Fangsheng gazed up at the full moon in the sky, his mind filled with doubt and unease. He could not help questioning himself inwardly: Is that thing in the sky really the moon? A Transcendent's intuition told him this was no ordinary moon, but the facts were right before his eyes—it truly possessed the form and characteristics of a moon.
Chapter 370