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The stars in the sky, enshrouded by the peculiar green mist, became enveloped within it, transforming into streaks of starry tentacles, like an octopus, sprawled across the starry space.
In this stillness, as if time had stopped, Xin Ji seemed to be dragged upwards into flight, suspended below the starry sky. Her long robe and body transformed, morphing into starlight tentacles like those in the sky, extending down from above and dispersing across the ground.
Her face, which was originally extremely ferocious, now radiated starlight, covering her features with a luminous glow.
Her entire being, as though merging with the starry sky, made the city of dreams appear even more dim and hazy.
In the motionless space, Song Yin's eyeballs moved slightly, as if shattering some kind of seal with a crisp sound. Following that, his body trembled faintly, his limbs appearing to drag some heavy object, inching outwards little by little and gradually becoming lively.