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The red moon hung high.
For the first time, the spectacle of the sun and moon appearing together unfolded in the sky.
On the Southern Continent, the embodiment of Eternal Darkness also involuntarily raised its head, watching the sky warily, seemingly beginning to consider retreat.
"Too ominous." The fat Daoist fiddled with the ancient coins in his hands, not daring to raise his head. "Too ominous. So ominous I've got goosebumps all over. Look at the back of my neck if you don't believe me... Do you think there's still time to ask Lord Heavenly Mechanism for a spot?"
The tall, thin man shook his head. "It's too late."
He glanced at the back of his fellow disciple's neck. Sure enough, it was densely covered in goosebumps. The fat Daoist kept rubbing them, smoothing them down only for them to rise again, over and over. In nearly a hundred years of acquaintance, this truly was the first time he had seen anything so alarming.
Sighing, he, too, gazed at the sky. Not daring to let his eyes meet the red moon or the sun, he instead looked through countless layers of space at the gray fog seal floating at the continent's edge, which he had been able to see since childhood. He had grown accustomed to the wall of fog as part of his life, but now the fog there had grown so thin that it seemed a gust of wind could disperse it. Yet it still barred their way.
Beyond the fog, they could vaguely make out a plain bathed in sunlight.
There were tall mountains in the distance as well. They could not tell whether the low rises were settlements or small hills. The terrain looked no different from that on this side.
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