A gigantic bright moon hung in the sky.
It was so close and so large that the moon's patterns and even its circular craters were clearly visible.
Because it was too realistic, Fang Zhou found it hard to distinguish at first whether this was an illusion or if a real bright moon had indeed appeared in this mysterious space.
The bright moonlight wasn't as scorching as the sunlight; instead, it was gentle and cool, yet it still dispersed the darkness and fiery clouds that filled the sky.
Ling Xiaoyue floated at the center of this bright moon, her clothes vanished, replaced by a moon-white palace gown.
The moonlight seemed to emanate from her, making her resemble a true Moon Immortal, far more noble than any illusion Fang Zhou could create.
Fang Zhou's eyes narrowed because he had seen this image in Ling Xiaoyue's memories before.
At this moment, Ling Xiaoyue's face was expressionless, exuding an inviolable noble aura that Fang Zhou had never seen from her before.
