The Mysterious Maiden and the Jade Consort

In the dark night, Jiang Ran stood tall in green robes, her broad sleeves fluttering. Threads of red, orange, purple, and other colors spread around her, almost burning winding fissures into the pitch-black sky.

Qin Ming raced toward that area.

"Someone behind me is watching me!" Suddenly, a chilling sensation struck him. It was as though Lunar Yin Force was corroding him, as though something immense had locked onto him.

Qin Ming did not turn around, but his extraordinary perception outlined the scene behind him. A woman had risen into the sky and was quietly gazing in his direction.

"Could she really be Chang'e?" Alarm stirred within him. Merely being watched by the woman in the night sky sent his mental field into violent turmoil.

"Manifesting my shadow, imprisoning it here, treating it as a tool—whose handiwork is this?" Above the collapsing Moon Palace, the woman suddenly extended a fair hand and reached forward.

"Old Cloth!" Although Qin Ming had not looked back, he felt as though a Lunar Yin abyss was about to swallow him. Even his mind was sinking, threatening to plunge into oblivion.

At that critical moment, the Torn Cloth... did nothing.

In the pitch-black night, the Moon Palace suddenly collapsed completely, disintegrating into dust that covered the ground. With the Earth Moon gone, it should never have continued to exist.

After all, even that palace had been manifested.

The slender figure suddenly froze in the night sky. Her outstretched hand stopped abruptly, and her beautiful eyes dimmed, losing every trace of spiritual radiance.

A night breeze blew past, and she dissolved into Lunar Yin ripples. She was not a person of flesh and blood, merely a briefly awakened wisp of will that the world could not retain.

Only then did Qin Ming look back. Nothing remained