Han Yu lifted his gaze.
High above the plateau hung a moon unlike any he had ever seen.
It was enormous, close enough that its light cast moving ripples across the landscape. Yet it was not whole. A great wound split it from one edge to the other, like a celestial scar that bled faint red light into the world below.
A deep, instinctive dread filled him.
He knew where he was now.
The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect's true stronghold.
Their sacred homeland.
The heart of the nightmare itself.
The first thing Han Yu noticed after the initial shock faded was the coldness in the air. It was not the type that bit into the skin, but the kind that seemed to cling to the soul itself. The plateau stretched endlessly beneath his feet, black and glossy as if it had been carved from obsidian.
A faint red haze hung above the ground, shimmering softly under the light of the blood-streaked moon that loomed in the sky.
Han Yu instinctively turned his head to take in his surroundings.
