The bright moon, huh?
The Moon God watched the expressions of the two, and the corners of her mouth slightly lifted in a smile. It seemed she remembered something, and her expression turned slightly dim.
The eerie moon hanging in the Taigu era had long lost all its color; today she is nothing but an ordinary being.
"Reveal your essence," the middle-aged man shouted, his pupils deepening once more.
Inside the Moon God, a seed suddenly sprouted, and in just a breath or two, it grew into a thick purple vine.
The roots dug deep into her Dantian.
Moreover, various roars, growls, and miserable cries emanated from her body, as if it were an ancient battlefield.
A group of people seemed to be fighting inside.
She was in agony, her face pale, life rapidly draining from her. She seemed to see the arrival of death.
Yet she was neither sad nor joyful, remaining very calm.
