The world was enveloped in silence, the Emperor Liquid vanished entirely, and the Lunar Star once again cast down gentle moonlight.
This time, amid the cold and indifferent lunar glow, the dazzling golden strands were absent, and the distant mountain spirits and ghosts that had gathered departed in threes and fours, content yet slightly regretful.
The Emperor Liquid was so abundant tonight; what they needed to do first was quickly find a place to quietly digest and absorb this power. If they could transform into spirits, then the days ahead wouldn't be so difficult!
After all, the mountains and forests were shrinking, satellites were everywhere, and places to hide were becoming scarcer. Once transformed, they could assume human form and at least live some peaceful days.
Alas, if not for the human world's laws prohibiting transformation into spirits after the founding of Jianguo, some of them, relying on their own gradual cultivation, could still manage...
