Upper Moon Three did not land, because his body turned completely into ashes under the dawn's light before it could touch the ground.
"Phew... comfortable."
Meanwhile, Duanmu Huai raised his hands and stretched lazily.
Indeed, occasionally stretching a bit is necessary to relieve stress.
Since reincarnating, Duanmu Huai hadn't killed anyone in fifteen years, accumulating quite some stress. Having had a brawl with an immortal foe, he felt refreshed.
Hmm... it seems occasionally coming here to relieve stress has its benefits.
Duanmu Huai yawned as he gazed at the sunrise, then reached out to pick up the sword thrown aside. He could feel the sword absorbing the remaining ghost energy of Upper Moon Three. At the same time, he vaguely sensed the "gate."
This sword is like a key; once it absorbs enough ghost energy, it can open the "gate" and allow time travel.
