The mountains of Qian land crouched like giant beasts in the night, while the Sea Tide Hall's Observatory was torn by a bizarre purple light.
On the star track cast in bronze of the Celestial Globe, the Twenty-Eight Star constellations glowed with a strange, ghostly light, like countless eyes gazing down on the human world.
Yang Yinglong's scarlet cloak flapped loudly, his hands tightly gripping the wheel of the Celestial Globe, fingertips deeply embedded into the bronze patterns, with blood seeping out and flowing along the star track like a blood-red river.
"Shi Feiyang, let me show you the power of the stars today!" Yang Yinglong's laughter mingled with the clicking sound of the gears, causing the marble railings of the Observatory to tremble.
