A full moon, hung high in the void.
As bright as jade, reflecting countless scenes.
The footsteps of the Black Armored Cultivator stopped outside the Yin Yang Tomb.
He carefully stared at the full moon, a bright gleam flashing in his eyes.
There was a red moon suspended high in the Underworld. At first, he thought it was caused by a special array, but now it seems to be the work of this magic item.
Indeed, that full moon, under the gaze of red eyes golden pupils, was evidently a disc-shaped treasure.
The red moon phenomenon elsewhere was merely due to the refraction of light.
Now, being close, its intricacy is understood.
The bronze disc, a hundred zhang in diameter, was densely engraved with scriptures the size of clay bowls, with the faint chant of Buddha's Praise permeating the air.
