A wonder falling down from heaven! A boy possessed by strange blood! Gods tremble! Demons flee! A boy from the land of Dong Zhou. A pink skull as his sworn friend until death. A story of a determined warrior struggling for power. A legend that shakes the galaxy and disturbs the worlds of god, demon and man.
The Cloud Wing City wasn't very vast in scope. And, the native people of this place were basically Crane Wing Tribesmen. However, they seemed very different from the barbarians of the Peaceful Sun City in terms of their customs and habits since there weren't many people on the street at night. The barbarian people of some other tribes also resided here in large number.
However, not a single disciple of the Dark Moon Cult could be seen on the street at this time. It was hard to say that whether it was due to approaching night or due to the fact that a sub-altar of the Dark Moon Cult wasn't established here.
The shops on the street started to close their door as the dim light of night gradually grew darker. Simultaneously, the number of passers-by began to decline.
Shi Mu was wandering on the streets, but he hadn't found any useful information so far.