The universe was like a boundless scroll.
Twinkling stars painted a vast, mysterious, unfathomable scene.
As starlight gathered and dispersed, the figures of Imu and Igu had already crossed an immense distance and appeared out of thin air on the surface of the Magic Moon.
The moment they set foot on this land, a unique and spectacular sight rushed toward them.
As far as the eye could see, the entire land of the Magic Moon was paved with crimson crystal.
The surfaces of rolling mountain ranges shimmered with clear, crystalline light.
The concentration of magic in the air had reached an outrageous degree.
It had even begun to liquefy, turning into flowing rivers that wound and crisscrossed across the Magic Moon's land.
Along the riverbanks, across the mountains and plains, bloomed dazzling seas of magic crystal flowers.
When the breeze swept past, the flowers swayed, refracting dreamlike, blurred halos of light.
However, in stark contrast to such ultimate splendor and luxury was a deathly silence.
There were no birds or beasts, no chirping insects or singing birds.
Apart from the sound of the magic rivers flowing and the howl of the magic wind blowing past, the entire world carried a lonely, chilly air and seemed utterly lifeless.
Imu stood quietly in place with his hands behind his back.
His sharp, hawk-like golden gaze did not linger long on these beautiful sights.
Instead, he looked far into the distance.
There, a massive tree shadow, radiant with brilliant light and reaching from heaven to earth, stood between the sky and land of the Magic Moon like a pillar holding up the heavens.
It was Typhon, the "Divine Tree of Dreams and Phantoms" he had moved here from Beast God World.
Now, He had completely taken root in the Magic Moon.
He served