His training starts with a single breath, inhales, exhales.

He could hear drops of water falling down the cracks at the top of the cave, the wet rocky floor reflecting light in the darkness. He knew the sacred patterns carved into the rocky ground—it proclaimed fate and celestial orbits. Even if he closed his eyes, he could see every arc of the moon.

He tried to swing the blade in his hand a few times. The moonstone is hard to the touch, but it is still ethereal, as if it does not exist in this world. This is the remnant of the magic left behind by the first conjunction, and when the moon coincides with its mirror image in the spiritual realm, and briefly communicates through the veil of the heavenly realm, the moonstone will fall from the sky like tears like raindrops.

The two moons will continue to follow their respective trajectories and will have to separate.

Ephelius determined his trajectory, so he continued to train.

The blade was his breath now, faster and faster each time. He practiced chopping according to the habit he had done for many years, until he bled and was on the verge of self-destruction. He followed his weapon, twisting his body in the air. He slashed, he blocked—every move was fluid. He closed his eyes so that he didn't need to see...... There is no need to recall everything he did to pick up his weapon.

Ephelius...... "You see my face. My lips trembled, but my voice was firm.

"Ephelius." Through the reflection in my eyes, you see......

Ephelius suddenly couldn't stand still, his moonstone blade flashing red, and the image of a foreigner passed before his eyes. Is it an illusion? Is it memory? How many times has he killed in order to figure out the answers? The blade slipped from his hand, and Ephelius fell to the ground with him, unable to discipline himself without the guidance of his weapon.

I remembered it all. Everything he swallowed. Every knife he slashed at his enemies was deeper than he had slashed at himself.

La Roune ...... His sister. She reached out and crossed the curtain. She let him see ...... But she was forcibly pulled away.

Ephelius swallowed back the words he would never have been able to utter. His hands clenched into fists, and for a moment, he was determined to break the orbits and fate of the celestial bodies carved into the stone. However, his hands began to tremble...... Then he let go.

Ephelius stood up and tucked his hair behind his head, and he saw that the moon had risen, and the moonlight shone into the shrine deeper in the temple. The moon was calling him, as it had been every time he had been needed.

It's time. His faith will be rewarded.

The power of the Bright Moon Sect is growing, and the phase shift has crossed the veil of the heavenly realm. The magic of the spirit, the magic of the mysteries - even after so much training, Ephelius could not mediate the power of the moon on his own. But he doesn't need to be on his own.

He carefully prepared the flowers of the night, and he kept many of them in the pond of the temple, and squeezed their essence into a caustic elixir, the shimmering liquid in the mortar.

He put down the blade of the training knife, raised the mortar, and invited the moon to drink.

Then, without hesitation, he brought the flower poison to his lips.

This excruciating pain cannot be described in words. Pain wraps around your throat. You can't make any sound......

Everything is burning. You tremble in torment, you retch, you choke, poison flows through your body, a door opens for you, and you find the power of the moon.

Found me.

"Ephelius." I whisper from my fortress, and my spirit rubs against you. You perceive my presence through the veil. You raise a hand, and you know I'm not far away. It's the pain you have to hold onto.

You tighten your hands. It becomes your weapon.

I'll hand it to you......

Falling bright.

"Ephelius." I whisper and I can feel you savoring the fiery poison. I know why you made this choice. What I ask you to sacrifice......

With a heart-rending gasp, Ephelius entered the night from the temples of the caves. His expression became grim, and he accepted the pain and forgot everything in the face of the sharp pain that pierced his heart.

The Giant God Peak is above and below the temple and runs in two directions.

The howling mountain wind whipped against his body with frost, shimmering and disappearing, stirring with Ephelius' scarf and lifting his cloak. The cold moonlight hung high in the sky. It will lead the way for him.

It was her light, shining on him through the moonlight.

She had given him what he needed.

Falling Ming is more than just a moonstone blade. In training, he uses slashing, thrusting and twisting moves. To use Falling Ming, his moves don't need to be changed - but the range of his attacks is greatly increased. A simple stab would unleash its power, and his martial arts and her magic overlapped like the moon.

The black orb that spewed out flew towards a rock, and the celestial magic of the Giant God Peak made it float in the air, and the power of the falling light slowly dragged the floating island down. With a leap, Ephelius began to run towards the top of the floating island, his footsteps kicking small patches of snow down the abyss. Each orb he fired dragged another rock towards him, floating boulders colliding with each other behind him, and he nimbly jumped from boulder to boulder, climbing rapidly. The same distance would take others days to climb...... But most people don't try this trail at all.

Only the Sun Cult, and those seeking power, will stay here.

He passed above their dotted settlements, each silent and oblivious to the night. For many years, he couldn't figure out why the fanatics of the Sun Cult could deny the existence of his beliefs, and only dared to pursue the sun, not dare to face the darkness like the Bright Moon Cult. But he knew his destiny very well.

Those fanatics will be revealed in the moonlight.

Ephelius jumped onto the last floating island and paused for a moment, and in a snowy clearing below him, a group of Sun Cult men had just assembled, each with their swords unsheathed. The Cult of the Bright Moon called them the Burners. At night, they cleanse the heathen of the Bright Moon with flames. During the day, their priests denied anything other than the scorching sun. Under the hood of darkness, their faces were obscured by flames, as impersonal as their verdicts. They surrounded a barbarian dressed in crimson and steel.

It was the Gentile he had seen in his vision.

The moonlight stopped in the clearing. Stop at the barbarian's feet.

"Ephelius." I spoke again. I whisper to your soul and gather my magic, and I know you only want to hear one word.

"I'm with you......"

Ephelius swooped down from the floating island and landed in the middle of the battlefield, the Incinerator's weapon burning brighter in the darkness of the falling light. The Sun Sect members raised their voices and turned to meet them, only to find that they were all bound in place by the black orb. Ephelius threw down the cannon in his hand, and a new weapon appeared in his hand.

"Broken spirit." I whispered.

As he landed, Ephelius never took his eyes off the burning faces of his enemies, slashing behind him with his broken spirit, and the crescent-shaped pistol beamed through the rocky floating islands above. The terrified burners watched as the massive stone was sliced open by the force of the crescent moon and smashed into their line.

The survivors quickly dispersed in the clearing, slamming Ephelius with lava spears in their hands. As he weaved between the gaps in the attack, Ephelius continued to slash with his broken spirit, grabbing the other weapon with his other hand, knowing that it would appear through the veil and out of thin air.

"Folding mirrors." I said to the night.

An arc soared through the air, and the remaining Cult of the Bright Moon in the clearing were all sliced open by the folding mirror—the Moonstone Ring Blade twisted and swirled, flying towards Ephelius, where he caught it with one hand.

In a matter of seconds, the battle was over.

Barbarians stand before you. He looks up at you gratefully. Beside him, the burners were searching: a scimitar in the shape of a crescent moon.

He opens his mouth to thank you, but he sees your expression contorted, even though you're trying to hide it. You resist the fear and strike your fist on your shoulder, where the burner's spear pierces your cloak. You try to remember the pain. Pursue that pain.

You don't want to kill him. But you have to kill him.

Your face has become numb and you can't feel your tears...... Instead, you felt my tears.

"Ephelius." I said one last word, sending my voice out of the curtain with all my might. The orbits of our celestial bodies brought us together, and with it came a vertigo shock

Through your eyes, I see the truth that the moonlight reveals around the scimitar. See why it was abandoned.

She's on the run......

We have to find her.

Barbarians in crimson armor and people from the Sun Cult lay down in the snow together.

With a hard gasp, Ephelius fell to his knees.

He glanced up at the moon and listened to the whisper that only he could hear.

His expression darkened again. Without saying a word, he picked up the scimitar and stepped into the night.