Liu Jin felt the blood moon's malevolent energy wash over him, threatening to suffocate him, to twist his own revitalized qi. The Grand Elder's power surged, immense and terrifying. Liu Jin gripped the Frost Dew Sword, his knuckles white. The final battle, the ultimate test, was about to begin. He was facing not just the Grand Elder, but an ancient evil, empowered by the very cosmos.
The Grand Elder, bathed in the sinister crimson light of the eclipse, raised his hands. The amethyst qi vortex around him roared, a hungry, invisible maw. Liu Jin felt an irresistible pull, as if giant, unseen hands were dragging him towards the ritual’s epicenter. His feet slid across the crumbling platform, the Frost Dew Sword a dead weight in his hand, fighting against the powerful suction.
"Come, Frost I
