After Lin Yun flew into the moon, the crowd began to murmur. A silver lake seemed to appear out of nowhere under their feet and they had no idea what to do.

“What’s going on? Are we trapped?”

“What the hell is this?”

“Where’s Flower Burial? Where did he go?”

“He didn’t really enter the moon, right?” Everyone tried to figure out what was going on. They were struggling to leave, but their movements only left ripples on the lake. It seemed like the entire region was a barrier that was trapping them.

“Holy shit!” The crowd was realizing that they couldn’t escape the domain no matter how hard they tried. At the same time, the words ‘saint artifact’ appeared in everyone’s mind. They began to speculate that the flute Lin Yun was playing was a saint artifact. Otherwise, there was no way his music would be terrifying enough to face many Astral Stage experts on his own.

Additionally, Lin Yun was handed another...