On the third day after he came to the South Sea burning with anger, Xing Yan finally encountered a true, decisive battle.
Amid this fantastical battlefield where gods and devils darted wildly and immortal beasts rampaged, the young Zhang Xingyan, still a junior, could not muster the slightest desire to show off by holding a front alone. He could only remain dutifully behind the fiercest fighting, doing all he could to guide his sword in support of the divine beasts and monster gods battling ahead.
Yet perhaps heaven had ordained it: before long, the youth who had been so awed by these magnificent battles between immortals and gods that he could only keep to his place became the central figure along the Hidden Wave Isle front. Just as he was inwardly praising and envying elders such as Ling Xu and Qingming, a woman's voice emerged from somewhere nearby, its tone enchantingly youthful and tender, yet its manner that of an old hand, mocking him for having seen so little of the world. Before he could discover who had suddenly spoken, Xing Yan noticed a wondrous change around him. After that fierce flash, when he struggled to open his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by brilliant white light.
When his dazzled eyes finally recovered enough for him to glance around, Xing Yan was startled!
Several clusters of light, pure and bright as full moons, had appeared in the empty space around him, surrounding him like stars paying homage to the moon. He now seemed to stand in the center of a moon gate. Following the outline of its circular frame, those shining white lights rose from beside his feet and curved upward in orderly succession, encircling him. Steadying himself and counting carefully, he found exactly seven. These seven moonlike halos