The stars scattered across the sky.
Under a silver moon, Ye Qingchen stood on the tavern rooftop, overlooking the entire Cold Moon City. The originally bustling Cold Moon City had, ever since the night descended, completely transformed into a large Ghost Realm.
In this vast city.
Not even the crow of a rooster or the bark of a dog could be heard anymore.
"Let's begin!"
Ye Qingchen slowly closed his eyes.
"Boom!"
In the void, a massive sound that could only be heard on the spiritual plane suddenly erupted.
In the next moment.
Ye Qingchen's immense and unmatched divine sense, like a tide breaking through a dam, swiftly surged outwards from the tavern, sweeping through all directions.
In the blink of an eye, it flowed over streets, through residences, covering areas. Almost instantly, it had enveloped the entire Cold Moon City.
At the same time.
