Across the Spirit Realm worlds scattered like stars on a chessboard, a pitch-black full moon shone above the galaxy. It blended perfectly into the darkness—unseen, undetectable, unknowable.
Within the Black Moon sat a cloaked figure. Beneath the hood, wisps of starlight flickered in and out of view.
Through repeated deductions and repeated stargazing, he seemed to have found the future he sought. So, he gathered a strand of soul power at his fingertips, wrapped around soul fragments containing certain knowledge and memories.
With a flick of his finger.
The soul power turned into a beam of light and vanished into the depths of the "galaxy."
Then, the starlight beneath his cloak receded. His gaze turned toward a dungeon infinitely far away, and vast Lunar Power surged toward that star like a tide.
Each time it was about to engulf it, it was dispersed by pure, clear sunlight. This cycle repeated endlessly.
"Looks like we can only meet it head-on! Southern Garden's anomaly will strike when the black smoke rises, but how are we supposed to fight an enemy inside the smoke?" Demon Eye Heavenly King frowned.
Xiahou Aotian added, "What's even trickier is that the head-chopping anomaly will prioritize intelligent targets. Puppets can't block the blade for us, and if we're beheaded, our spirit bodies will be sealed. Even if the Stop-Killing Palace Lord saves us, we'll lose the ability to move."
Princess Yinyao raised her little megaphone. "Maybe the anomaly's attacks aren't as powerful as we think. The two corpse puppets Yuanshi Tianzun controls are both Extraordinary."
Fu Qingyang shook his head slightly. "Elder Xuan Zhen died in the pavilion. If he could become an elder of Shu Mountain, he was most likely a Sovereign."
In other words, even a Sovereign could not withstand it.
The Stop-Killing Palace