The night was deep, with stars sprinkled across the sky.
Black clouds drifted lightly in the air, obscuring the bright moonlight.
The vast Qianyuan Dao City, bathed in moonlight, seemed as though the entire city was softly glowing, and each temple dotting the mid-mountain appeared to be pulling down the moon's essence, scattering it from the heavens.
At every faintly glowing spot, there was a temple.
That would be the Mysterious Temple, more active at night than during the day.
As if the Temple Gods of the Mysterious Temple had awoken from slumber, they opened their massive mouths, siphoning the cold moon's essence.
In the Dao City.
There stood an extremely concealed pavilion.
A thick black mist suddenly rose and tumbled in front of the pavilion's gate, and then a figure in white emerged from the swirl of dark energy.
