The light of the three rounds of the blood moon converged to its peak, as if the firmament was torn apart by a gigantic fissure that continuously twisted and consumed light—a portal to the Blood Moon Secret Realm.
Frenzied spatial turbulence enveloped the pure and terrifying Ancient Demon Qi, like the breath of a primordial beast. Everyone in the Demon Realm holding a token was transformed into streaks of black and red light, drawn into the fissure by a massive suction force.
Si Lingle was enveloped in a faint gray glimmer, shielding Mo Lian within it as well.
Upon entering the fissure, the token that had been "pseudo-nurtured" for years by the Ruins Guardian faintly glowed, emitting a gentle spatial wave that resonated with the portal's pulling force, forming a relatively smooth passage.
