The Lunar Pit was a zone steeped in mystery and shrouded in secrecy, and had always been whispered about amongst elite circles. For the first time, its extraordinary nature was laid bare for ordinary eyes to see, and the magnitude of the spectacle was earth-shattering. Panic surged within the Moon's protective barrier. The air was filled with screams, a mix of terror, disbelief, and sheer chaos. The swiftest among them made a beeline for the spaceship bases, desperate to escape the looming threat.0

In the sky, a sight of unparalleled horror unfolded. A battleship, once a symbol of unmatched might, was effortlessly dismantled by a hand, materialized from a cascade of luminous rain. It was as if mythology had collided with reality, presenting a spectacle both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Wang Xuan was frozen in disbelief. He had often wondered about the true power of the Old Arts, even debating with Old Chen about their capability to rip apart a battleship. Now, reality was unfolding right before him. 0

The base was in utter disarray. Who, in this modern age, had ever witnessed such raw, otherworldly power? A spacefaring battleship, the pinnacle of human technology, was reduced to nothing but scrap. 0

The implications were clear: if that colossal hand decided...0