The blood moon dyed the sky crimson.
The Taixu Bright Mirror was shrouded in a layer of crimson light.
"What is going on?" The Great Witch paused his work and gazed at the blood-red sky.
All three thousand members of the Moon Cultivating Clan witnessed this scene, their hearts shaken to the core.
The bloody light flickered briefly before vanishing.
"An ominous sign." The Great Witch, who had never seen such a peculiar phenomenon in his life, was equally perplexed.
Judging by this spectacle, it was undoubtedly a divine omen of calamity.
At this moment, an eight-year-old child emerged from the forest, greeted warmly by the Moon Cultivators around him.
"Young Witch Master!"
"Young Witch Master!"
Song Lin surveyed the work site. The Moon Cultivators wielded jade axes and jade chisels, smashing gemstones such as gold, silver, glaze, coral, amber, tridacna, and agate into powdered form.
