Wangshu, in the process of pursuing Zhao Wumian, encountered Ji Shiyou's Crescent Slash.
Despite it being their first meeting, the two felt no repulsion whatsoever.
Not only that, but thousands of crescent moons surged towards Wangshu in a frenzy.
After a flash of light, all the crescent moons vanished, and a full moon like an ice plate appeared in the sky.
"After tens of thousands of years, you finally meet. Aren't you as excited as I am?"
In the sky, Ji Shiyou, with the demeanor of an immortal, though his face was cold, felt boundless emotion.
His gaze towards Mingyue in the distance was filled with infinite tenderness.
After mustering his last breath to confess to Mingyue, he knew he was finished.
He was about to leave this world, leave his friends, and bid farewell to Mingyue forever.
His heart was filled with reluctance and regret. He couldn't bear to leave Mingyue.
He also regretted not confessing his feelings to Mingyue sooner while he was alive.
He wanted to cook for Mingyue his entire life, to care for her his entire life, but there was no opportunity.
His soul had already departed his body, floating in the air, watching Mingyue don a bright red wedding dress and perform a wedding ceremony with him.
He wanted to stop her. His words had been left unfinished before he took his last breath.
What he wanted to say was for Mingyue to forget him, to find someone else who loved and cherished her, and to live happily.
But he couldn't say it before he passed, which was one of his regrets.
Ji Shiyou's soul cried out loudly, not wanting Mingyue to do anything foolish.
But the paths of the living and the dead are separate. No one could hear him, and he couldn't stop her.
He could only watch helplessly as Mingyue paid respects to his corpse. After the ceremony, she placed him in a crystal coffin.
Ji Shiyou followed his funeral procession to the mountaintop and watched with his own eyes as Mingyue personally buried him.
Mingyue went to seek revenge on Zhao Wumian for him. He was very worried, but he couldn't be too far from his corpse.
He couldn't go with her, and he didn't know if Mingyue would be in danger.
He could only sit on his tombstone, gaze into the distance, and hope that Mingyue would return soon.
He had written some novels about the underworld and knew that seven days after death, souls would be taken away by the Black and White Impermanence.
He didn't know if it was true. If it was, and Mingyue returned too late, they wouldn't be able to see each other one last time.
"Foolish child, are you giving up now? Will you come back with me?"
Just as Ji Shiyou was lost in thought, a silver light appeared in the sky and landed on the summit of Yunmeng Mountain.
Then, a man in white robes emerged from the silver light, sighed at Ji Shiyou, and said softly.
"What the hell, the information is wrong. Bai Wuchang is this handsome?
It seems my descriptions in novels were nothing like the original. No wonder they all failed.
Excuse me, Lord Bai Wuchang, can we make a deal? I have an unfulfilled wish.
I want to see my fiancée one more time. You can take others first. I promise I won't leave.
Can you come back for me after I've seen my fiancée?"
Seeing the person in white robes embroidered with silver threads, with wide sleeves, Ji Shiyou mistook him for Bai Wuchang, who had come to collect souls.
He eagerly ran over, fawning, and tried to negotiate.
However, he muttered to himself, this Bai Wuchang was nothing like he imagined.
He was handsome, with an extraordinary aura, not at all like a ghost messenger.
He looked more like a celestial being detached from worldly affairs, and judging by his attire, he was clearly wealthy.
The white robe's collar and cuffs were embroidered with intricate silver patterns, making it incredibly luxurious.
The crescent-shaped coronet on his head was adorned with gems, emitting a cold radiance.
He must have received many benefits from collecting souls. Should he try to bribe him and get special treatment, Ji Shiyou pondered.
"Lord Wuchang, I know the rules. Do you see that grave over there?
Inside is my only possession, a crystal coffin. If you're willing, that coffin is yours."
Ji Shiyou, with an expression of understanding the rules, generously offered his coffin to someone else.
After all, when they buried him, Mingyue hadn't burned any paper money or placed any burial objects with him.
He was now penniless, a poor ghost, and the only thing he could offer was his coffin.
"Alas! The mortal world is so corrupt. In just a few tens of thousands of years, not only has your spiritual aperture been sealed, but you've even forgotten me!"
The man in white robes pushed away Ji Shiyou, who was shaking his arm, his face full of helplessness. He pointed a finger at Ji Shiyou's brow.
A silver light flashed, and a crescent moon mark slowly appeared on Ji Shiyou's brow where the man in white robes had touched.
Then, it emitted a brilliant light that enveloped his entire body. Ji Shiyou instantly seemed like a different person.
Scenes flashed through his mind, as if tens of thousands of years had passed.
"Xuanhui greets my elder brother!"
At this moment, Ji Shiyou was no longer grinning cheekily or carrying any worldly aura.
His expression was cold, solemn, and he respectfully performed a standard salute to the man in white robes.
His memory had been restored, and he recognized the man in white robes before him.
He was not Bai Wuchang at all, but his elder brother, the high and mighty Moon God.
After Pangu created the heavens and earth, his left eye became the sun, and his right eye became the moon.
His hair and beard transformed into the stars of the night sky, and his body became the four cardinal directions, east, west, south, and north, as well as the majestic Three Mountains and Five Peaks.
His blood became rivers, and his teeth, bones, and marrow became underground mineral deposits.
His skin and hair became the vegetation on the earth, and his sweat became dew and rain.
His primordial spirit transformed into the Three Pure Ones, and his essence blood into the Wu clan.
The sun gave birth to the Great Emperors of the Demon clan, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, who became the sacred land of the Demon clan.
The moon, in turn, gave birth to the Moon God, who was his elder brother.
The Moon God's cultivation and abilities were not inferior to the Three Pure Ones and the Wu and Demon clans; in fact, they might have surpassed them.
However, he was naturally aloof and disliked appearing in public, preferring to cultivate in seclusion in the Moon Palace.
He never participated in disputes outside the Moon Palace, so even during the great battles of the Primordial Era, like the Dragon-Phoenix War and the Wu-Demon War,
which were earth-shattering and tumultuous, he never took part.
He merely shut himself in the Moon Palace, indifferent, and devoted himself to cultivation.
His only connection to the outside world was the birth of the Wu clan, celebrated by all races of heaven and earth.
Seven magical artifacts were condensed to protect the Wu clan, which he could not avoid.
At that time, he extracted a trace of his moon soul and refined it into the magical artifact Wangshu as a congratulatory gift.
Apart from this, he never left the Moon Palace. Ji Shiyou was also born from the moon,
ten thousand years later than the Moon God's transformation, making him his younger brother.
When he transformed, the Moon God named him Xuanhui, and from then on, the two brothers lived in the cold Moon Palace.
The Moon God had never raised children, and coupled with his naturally cold and solemn demeanor and his dedication to cultivation,
Xuanhui, at a young age, was left to his own devices, wandering around the Moon Palace every day.
There were only the two brothers in the Moon Palace, and Xuanhui felt very lonely.
The Wu clan's Mingyue was also just a little girl at the time. The other twelve Ancestral Wu were much older than her, and they had no common language.
So, every night, Mingyue would secretly sneak out of her room and pour out her heart to the moon.
Wangshu was originally refined from a moon soul and recognized Mingyue as its master. Xuanhui was also born from the moon and shared the same origin.
With Wangshu as a medium, Xuanhui, who was far away on the moon, could hear Mingyue speaking despite the vast distance.
Hearing a strange little girl sharing her joys and sorrows with him, Xuanhui felt less lonely.
However, his elder brother strictly forbade him from interacting with anyone outside the Moon Palace, so Xuanhui only listened and did not speak.
Sometimes, unable to resist, he would control the moonlight to respond to Mingyue. Thus, the two lonely children,
became friends in this way, possibly the earliest netizens in the world, becoming each other's "white moonlight."