The sky stretched vast and silent, a solitary moon hung high, its clear radiance piercing through a thousand layers of misty sea. The contours of countless mountains and ravines loomed faintly into view. Qin Ming was certain—that was no Moon Bug!
Relying on his extraordinary eyesight, he could make out the rugged mountain ranges upon that silver wheel. At this moment, he stood above the ninth heaven, night fog churning beneath his feet. The vast earth below was dimly discernible, with fiery springs of various-colored earth veins winding their way across it.
The vanished moon had reappeared. Where exactly had the strange metal cloth sent him? Qin Ming turned his head.
At the furthest edge of the boundless, infinite void, there stood another him—or more precisely, a temporary avatar he had prepared in advance. In that place beyond all measurable distance, there was a Mist Gate, connecting to this unknown territory. He rose slowly, as if a myth were being reenacted, imitating Chang’e’s flight to the moon.