On a September night, the door opened onto a distant view. The cold moon shone as brightly as daylight, and millions of trees stripped of their leaves swayed in the bitter wind, dancing beneath the frost-laden sky. Their shadows rocked with them, while fallen leaves glittered across the ground in the moonlight. Walking over them brought a soft crunch beneath the feet, like treading on shattered jade.
Looking up, one saw a cloudless night sky and cold light stretching a thousand miles. The winds of heaven howled, the sea roared, and the mountains clamored. Everything between heaven and earth gave voice to a tragic, mighty rumble. Listening closely, one could hear autumn insects beneath the fences, their cries nearly spent. Moonlight lay like frost, and the north wind brushed against faces. The footsteps of those walking through the night rang crisp and clear. Beneath the moon, the forest stretched boundlessly, while bustling Heaven Dou City still stood tall and graceful.
Moonlight drifted, the cold wind blew hard, the earth bellowed, and the vast, boundless sea roared.
Yang Ming sat alone on the eaves of a tall building, one leg dangling beyond an upturned corner. Holding a wine flask in one hand, he drank in steady gulps. Flashes of divine light occasionally passed through his narrowed eyes as he gazed into the bleak, cold night, as though he could see the God War raging several light-years away between the Crimson Mother and the Life God System.
"So this is a battle at the Divine King level? Even here on Douluo Star, several light-years away, we can still feel those terrifying fluctuations of divine power from time to time?"
Yang Ming seemed to be muttering to himself, yet also seemed to be speaking to someone.
Maple leaves drifted down, and the cold