More Blown Down, Stars Like Rain

At night, a giant moon hung in the sky—the symbol of the Desolate Moon Continent.

Except during rain or snow, even in weather as gray and murky as this, that enormous full moon would still appear on the horizon.

This held true in every corner of the Desolate Moon Continent, a fact proven through countless ages.

Yet there was no moon here. Instead, quite a few stars flickered in and out amid the gray sky.

"Could we, like those devil cultivators, have been transported to the Devil Realm after passing through the rift in Yinmo Cliff?"

At that thought, Zhao Min closed her eyes and simply floated quietly in the air, sensing her surroundings. A moment later, her face turned deathly pale.

"Devilish qi exists throughout several hundred li within the range of my Divine Sense. This absolutely cannot be some coincidence. And the longer one remains here, the more symptoms of discomfort will arise within the heart."

She had slowly sensed the spiritual qi between heaven and earth just now, only to arrive at an answer that filled her with despair: devilish qi permeated the surrounding several hundred li.

Though it was not overly abundant amid the spiritual qi, it was spread across an extremely wide area.

"The Devil Realm... this is... the Devil... Realm..."

Zhao Min murmured to herself. The realization had caught her utterly off guard, but after calming down somewhat, she found it highly possible upon further thought.

Those devil cultivators could pass through the rift in Yinmo Cliff and reach the back mountain of Fengliang Mountain. It was not impossible for them to have crossed over as well.

Thinking of the dusky yellow space they had passed through and the seven-colored light, all of which she had never heard of before, they bore similarities to