The moonlight flowed like water, and the mist hung like smoke.
Beneath the night sky, pure moonlight poured down from above the valley, spilling across the small lake. The ripples gently dancing on its surface settled into an eerie stillness beneath the moonlight!
The entire lake lay smooth and undisturbed, like a mirror.
The mist continued to rise, but instead of dissipating into the air once it reached a certain height, it climbed to a point one meter above the lake, then seemed to strike an invisible barrier and fall back down.
Gradually, the mist piled up, obscuring the lake's mirror-still surface.
At the lakeside, the Great Moon King stared fixedly at the water. She even held her breath without thinking, afraid of disturbing this miraculous scene.
In secret, Bai Yang watched in amazement. The sight was simply too strange. The valley was ordinary, and so was the little lake. There were no Formations nearby, nor any unusual objects interfering—so how had this miraculous scene come about?
Now, the mist had gathered within a meter above the lake, forming a dense fog that completely hid the water. It should have been nothing more than ordinary water vapor, yet neither Bai Yang nor the Great Moon King could see through it to the lake's surface!
It was as though the ordinary fog contained some kind of magic. It not only blocked their sight, but even kept out the power of their divine souls.
The valley was silent, but the lake's transformation was not yet over.
Once the dense fog had completely hidden the lake, it seemed to absorb the moonlight. Gradually, it grew brighter, as though it were glowing, though its light was not dazzling.
When the fog above the lake reached its brightest, looking like a mass of unstable, twisting