A pitch-black starry sky.
A colossal vessel, pure black and shaped like a giant whale, lay submerged in the dark abyss.
Around it, fragments of rock filled the starry expanse, dense as grains of sand in a vast sea.
The behemoth had lain silent for a long time, as though asleep.
Suddenly!
Dazzling starlight surged across its body, streams of light sweeping from head to tail.
Hum!
After a shudder, the light vanished, and the behemoth sank back into darkness.
But that brief flare meant someone had arrived here, at this "mobile astral eye," from distant Myriadpath Valley!
That was right. The behemoth was the Yumo.
At that moment!
Two people abruptly appeared within a starlit formation at the Yumo's center.
One of them was sallow from head to toe, visibly sick and seemingly at death's door. The mask on his face was actually his true face. Its expression was mournful, even ill-omened, as though he grieved for all the world.
It was Yumo Bo.
He held another person's hand: a woman. She and Yumo Bo made a perfect pair. He was yellow, while she was pale—deathly pale, from her face and skin to her hair and eyes. She looked thin and wasted. Apart from that, her face and features were quite attractive; she simply looked far too sickly.
She was a female Ghost God of the Yumo Clan!
Her face was more expressive, not masklike as Yumo Bo's was, but much like an ordinary person's. In that respect, she resembled Zi Zhen.
Yet Zi Zhen looked far more like a living being. This deathly pale girl was more like a vengeful ghost.
"Bo! Lingyue!"
Someone called to them from the Yumo's darkness. Yumo Bo looked up and saw a group of black-robed figures emerge from the shadows. The one