Lu Feng looked at the guilt-ridden Li Weiyun and the dejected, sorrowful members of the Body Sect, then comforted them. "Everything in this world follows the principle of mutual generation and restraint. One thing restrains another, and cultivation techniques are no different. Perhaps there is a technique somewhere that can undo the Profound Nether Finger."
Xiong Yuan considered it, then nodded. "An evil art like the Profound Nether Finger was renowned throughout an era. There may indeed have been a corresponding method to counter it back then."
Wen Ningsi was immediately overjoyed. "Then let's hurry and search for the other Moon Corpses. Perhaps the pendants contain a technique that can save Senior Brother Ji."
As she spoke, her gaze swept toward Zhuang Xiaojing at the side.
At that moment, Zhuang Xiaojing was wholly absorbed in watching the little figure formed from the characters, practicing every movement and stance of the Flicking Sleeve Sword Dance.
The aura coursing through her body was changing along with it. Its former sharpness gradually settled, eventually transforming into gentleness.
Though Wen Ningsi was anxious at heart, she knew Zhuang Xiaojing's comprehension and cultivation would only take a short while, so she did not disturb her.
It was also at that moment that everyone vaguely sensed a change sweeping over them.
The faintly crimson surroundings suddenly began to clear.
The light spilling down from the Red Moon was rapidly fading away.
They raised their heads and looked into the distance.
Though they were already very far from Fallen Moon Canyon, they could still vaguely make out the red moon slowly sinking toward the center between the ends of the two mountain ridges.
Before long, the morning glow rose in the east, and the surroundings gradually regained their usual brightness.
Without realizing it, dawn had arrived.
Morning