The Red Moon hung like blood over the Impermanence City, its crimson halo resembling congealed bloodstains, dyeing the entire city in an incredibly eerie manner.
In the thick bloody glow, it was as if countless vengeful spirits were surging and struggling, the air filled with a metallic tang of sweetness, making one shiver with unease.
Xu Qing slowly raised his head, his deep eyes fixed on the strange red moon, a hint of wariness flashing in his gaze like cold stars.
He gently exhaled a breath of impure air, his spiritual sense spreading like cobwebs around him, only to be amazed to discover that the wandering ghosts were all motionless, as if frozen by an invisible force beneath the blood-colored sky, hollow eye sockets flickering with eerie green light, appearing exceptionally ghastly and terrifying.
Just then, "Dong!" a distant and ethereal bell sound suddenly resonated, like a heavy hammer striking fiercely upon Xu Qing's heartstrings.
