The battle in the New Red Moon World can be considered my first true confrontation with the Dark World.
After all, previously, I only deceived powerful beings within my world to emigrate, a petty trick that could only work once. Back then, the Red Moon Celestial Dao hadn't gained consciousness, couldn't speak, couldn't have its people protect it...
"Yet this real first battle was so devastating."
"Just a mere Red Moon World, the first world, that's all."
"It made me feel so distressed; I've been hiding and developing for so long..."
As the Creator God, Zhu Zhengwei stood on the surface of the Ancestral Witch World's atmospheric membrane. In the endless starry sky cosmos, he looked afar at that distant dark red planet, his expression somewhat complicated.
Countless citizens wailing.
"Help us."
"I don't want to die yet."
"We lost already, how will they enslave our world?"
He looked at this world, howling in disaster.
