Time passed. Five days went by. It was now eight days since the light of the red moon first appeared on the horizon. For over a week, red light gathered there, slowly creating a crescent shape and causing shimmering redness to spread like fresh blood.1

If the dome of heaven was a canvas, then in the days that had passed, the color red had come to cover about two to three percent of it. At the current rate, it would take roughly a year for the sky to turn completely blood red. When that happened, the red moon would be fully risen, causing a death knell to ring for all living beings in the Moonrite Region.0

The countdown had begun.0

As death approached, people saw little need to suppress the madness within. Slaughters were carried out everywhere. It happened with both cultivators and mortals. The powerful bullied the weaker. The weaker bullied the weakest. But the weakest didn’t just accept their fate; they fought back viciously. Brutal howling filled the lands. The madness of death turned the world into a living hell in which demons and devils roved about freely.5

It was the same in the Greenhair...0