Wangchuan stepped into the rift.
His feet landed on the familiar silver dust with a soft rustle.
The moon's gravity tugged gently at his long, silvery-white hair as he lowered his head to look at the lunar surface beneath him.
This was where he had been sealed for so many years, and where his essence lay.
He crouched down.
The instant his knees touched the lunar surface, the entire expanse of lunar soil began to glow faintly.
Wangchuan extended his right hand and pressed his palm to the ground. Silvery-blue droplets seeped between his fingers and into the lunar soil.
He closed his eyes.
He murmured something too softly to make out, like an incantation, or simply a call.
The lunar surface began to tremble.
It was not a violent earthquake, but a low, deep vibration, as though the whole moon were drawing a deep breath.
[Ding!]
The system's voice sounded right on cue.
[Current location detected: the moon of the host's origin] [This moon shares the host's origin. Retrieve it?]
Wangchuan opened his eyes.
"Retrieve."
The instant he finished speaking, purple-silver demon chi surged from his body.
Like a living thing, the demon chi spread across the lunar surface, racing outward like a tide, like vines, like moonlight itself.
The demon chi climbed the craters, crossed the lunar maria, and crept through every fissure on the lunar surface.
Purple-silver covered the lunar surface, and the entire moon shone.
Then.
The moon grew an eye.
A vast, silvery-white eye with a vertical pupil slowly opened in the center of the lunar surface.
It blinked.
Just once.
Then it closed.
The purple-silver demon chi withdrew like an ebbing tide, all of it retreating into Wangchuan's body.
The moon was still the same moon.
The lunar surface was