The Descent of White Moon

"..."

Ruby Diadi had remained silent, her presence hidden beneath a mist-shrouded black robe.

But even she could not help speaking up. "High Priest, you're only a Second-Ring Wizard, yet five Near-God Realm powerhouses are calling you 'sir.' You must be one of a kind!"

White Porcelain Ulaanbaatar smiled faintly, a cluster of light and shadow flickering above her slender fingers.

After a pause, she said, "Why don't I extract the memories from this human-shaped sixth Moonstone Fragment first? I promise I won't break him."

The five stared at Yin Ming as though he were a treasure trove, already considering how to divide the spoils.

They knew he possessed the Undying God Cult's High Priest Mark, Skeleton Keli as a servant, knowledge of how to acquire the Succubus Mental Aura talent, Moonstone—a god-tier material—and information concerning Lady White Moon.

That was without counting the unknown "Purification" Law Fragment, the mark of the "Moon" Law Fragment, the Scavenger Gourd, the White-Bone Soul Banner, and knowledge of the Immortal Path System.

He would be easier to kill than a Seventh-Ring Ancient God, yet yield far more.

"Clack, clack..."

Keli's blue Soul Fire flickered, but he did not attack.

He followed his orders to the letter: whoever killed Yin Ming would be the one he attacked.

"..."

The five Sixth-Ring Near-God Realm powerhouses released not a trace of their auras.

To them, Yin Ming was like a fine piece of porcelain. They feared shattering or even scratching him, yet the mere hostility they radiated sent his wizard's instincts into a frenzy.

Yin Ming looked at the Moonstone spinning before the wooden man. "How about you give me that last piece of Moonstone? I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

"Tsk, tsk..."

Topa Yateli scoffed, snatched up the Moonstone, and slipped it into