Under the blood moon, the hollowed-out interiors of the broken mountains stood like volcanoes—barren and devoid of life.
A transcendent man, with a bone flute as white as jade pressed against his lips, stood atop the reddish-brown mountain cliffs. His robes billowed lightly, his crystalline body shimmering as he played a melody of immortal beauty.
"It's you who caused all this!" Shi Yi's eyes shone brilliantly, radiant light swirling in his pupils, forming symbols as he fixed his gaze upon the figure ahead.
The haunting tune, ethereal like the music of the heavens, echoed beneath the night moon.
That man appeared serene, his expression peaceful as he smiled faintly. His teeth were dazzling white, and his entire being exuded a celestial aura. Every strand of his hair glowed with gentle radiance, translucent and pure.
Yet, the distant screams of despair pierced the air, a stark contradiction to the tranquility. Blood spilled like rain, sending shivers down the spine.
