Gazing toward the darkness at the western horizon, where a faint crimson glow had emerged, Feng Qi realized that the crisis was coming.
The Ink Moon was currently only revealing its radiance at the end of the horizon, but centuries later, it would hang high in the skies of the human world, competing with the sun for brilliance.
This was a war between the Ink Moon and the sun, as well as a war between humanity and the Ink Moon Legion.
Whenever he thought of Mo, the image of that chubby little boy carrying a backpack would always surface in Feng Qi's mind.
Although the Ink Moon was a powerful enemy on humanity's path of development, he had no choice but to admire Mo's patience and planning.
He had analyzed the Ink Moon's circumstances in its early days.
When the Ink Moon realized that the world was about to face the crushing arrival of the Great Era, it had already prepared to devour the human world, kill Mu Yao, and replace her.
At the time, the Ink Moon was completely inferior to Mu Yao in terms of personal combat strength. It was simply no match for her.
Thus, the Ink Moon had never considered confronting Mu Yao directly, nor had it ever planned to act personally.
The Ink Moon's starting position had undoubtedly been miserable.
Its relationship with the Domain Factions was completely different from the relationship between humanity and the sun.
Humanity could not exist without the sun. The cultivation system most suited to human growth was inextricably linked to the laws of the sun, so humanity had to protect the sun. Only if the sun continued to exist would humanity be qualified to contend for the pinnacle of the future and possess the ability to witness the arrival