A bizarre and dream-like demon moon hung in the sky, its soy-sauce-purple moonlight spilling over, casting everything on the ground in an eerie hue, whether inanimate or living, everything seemed somewhat unreal, as if existing within an absurd dream.
Soy-sauce-purple, a symbol of the eruption of matter and energy, represented the brute force hidden in the shadows, and like the tsunami brewing beneath the calm, just like the sea fog today, seemingly harmless on the surface but in reality, it almost claimed the lives of thousands of people.
It was precisely this sprinkle of purple, demonic light that made the old order, the old laws of energy operation extremely fragile, easily disrupted by external forces. Because of this, the remaining lights of civilization on earth were extinguished one after the other.
Sun Wukong collapsed onto a stick, tilted at a forty-five-degree angle, bathing under this demonic moonlight.
