The moon neither bright nor dark, a gentle breeze neither warm nor cold.
Deep within the cloudy mountains, a flicker of lamp light reflects the heavenly moon, mingling with the mountain's breeze.
Inside the dilapidated palace and temple nestled between the mountain dales, a Peach Wood Sword hung on the Divine Platform suddenly cracked, with bolts of lightning and bursts of fire erupting.
Interwoven with thunder and fire, the person's figure appeared all the more majestic and extraordinary.
Sitting cross-legged on the Divine Platform, at this instant, he seemed as if an immortal, resembling a deity.
Rumble...
Suddenly, a breath arose, like booming thunder, like a raging wind, like the tide of a river... Heaven and Earth breathed together, mountains and rivers echoed, the surging thunder and fire suddenly dissipated, as if absorbed into that grand figure.
"Venus..."
