And all around, there was silence.
Pei Min suddenly raised his head, wanting to see clearly what was on the moon.
An aged, withered palm gently tapped Pei Min's body, and Pei Min felt an enormous power protecting him, preventing his gaze from attracting the attention of certain existences...
The moon, let's call it the moon, as referred to by Venerable Wood Dragon, the Ancient Moon.
The Ancient Moon was like the moon of Pei Min's past life, with many craters and a bright surface.
However, this Ancient Moon was so large that it seemed about to fall onto Sword Mountain River. The distance between Sword Spirit Heaven and the Ancient Moon was too close.
Close enough that Pei Min could clearly see the objects on the Ancient Moon.
Pei Min's pupils almost shrank to a pinpoint.
On Sword Mountain River, invincible on all sides, vanquishing ten thousand enemies, the most dazzling genius on the Sword Dao, Pei Min, trembled all over, his mind blank.
