As a crescent moon climbed the treetops, endless streams of blood-red light showered upon the Corridor of Truth, painting this continent with a layer of blood.
Occasionally, olive-sized light points could be seen dangling at the ends of the infinite blood threads. Once they touched animals, plants, or even stones, water, they would imbue them with intense vitality.
Although it was already night, when everything should be silent, the forest was filled with restless life energy everywhere.
The chaos was far more severe than on the Southern Continent.
"Everyone, don't look directly at that moon; it's not just an ordinary moon; it's also a projection of a powerful Old God.
During the beginning and end of the month, the impact isn't significant; you can only see a profile. If any mortal dares to gaze at the moon during a full moon and sees its full face, they will undoubtedly become a lunatic."
