Chapter 1532: The Crimson Moon Supreme

As Yi Feng took his seat, several elderly men with graying temples and white hair began chattering animatedly.

"Last time, I lost by just one move. I’m not satisfied! After we finish eating, let’s play another game!" one of them said.

"Alright, this time I’ll make sure you lose with no complaints," Yi Feng replied with a smile, nodding.

The old man who had lost by a single move looked somewhat embarrassed. He knew Yi Feng was a master at chess, but losing to someone so much younger felt humiliating. Fortunately, the townsfolk were simple and kind-hearted, so he harbored no resentment—it was just his competitive spirit acting up.

Another old man grabbed Yi Feng’s hand and said, "I brewed some corn wine myself. When will you come to my house to take a couple of jars, Young Master Yi?"

Yi Feng cupped his hands in gratitude and replied, "Thank you. I won’t stand on ceremony, then."

The banquet was filled with laughter and joy. The table of elders all regarded Yi Feng as a close friend, despite the age difference. They found him to be open-minded and deeply cultured.

Days passed like this, one after another. In the town, elders would occasionally pass away, and newborns would come into the world with their first cries. Meanwhile, on Shadow Island, the sky-obscuring battles raged on as fiercely as ever. Every day, countless lives were lost on the island. The long-absent sun and moon still hadn’t returned, and the world remained shrouded in endless darkness.

Unnoticed by most, the blood moon had begun to change. It grew more eerie and crimson, as if some unknown, terrifying entity was about to emerge from it. A sense of dread settled over everyone’s hearts, lingering and inescapable. The entire world was on edge, and people’s anxieties grew with each passing day. The constant state of fear left them feeling helpless, yet there was nothing they could do. This unresolved tension was the most unsettling, making it hard for anyone to eat or sleep peacefully.

The prolonged oppression pushed many to the brink of mental collapse. Strangely, some began to wish for the great terror to arrive sooner, as if they had given up hope. It was a complex, almost self-destructive mindset.

Perhaps it was because of this twisted anticipation that, one day, the blood moon suddenly shattered. It happened without warning, catching everyone off guard. A deafening roar echoed across the world, striking fear into the hearts of all living beings. The fragments of the crimson moon slowly coalesced, forming a humanoid figure. This figure hovered silently in the sky, exuding a pressure so immense it felt like the end of the world.

Everyone in the world could see him. He stood like a demonic god from hell, towering over the heavens. The fear that had been building in people’s hearts finally erupted. Many couldn’t contain their terror and began to kneel and bow before the figure.

Above Shadow Island, the foreign races who had been attacking suddenly halted their assault. They too knelt and bowed toward the figure in the sky. A thunderous roar erupted from the heavens:

"All hail the Crimson Moon Supreme!"

"All hail the Crimson Moon Supreme!"

The deafening cries swept across the world, making everyone feel as though they were standing on the edge of an abyss. On Shadow Island, the defenders wore grave expressions. They could all sense the overwhelming power of this figure. Some even felt that, if this mysterious being willed it, he could annihilate them all with a mere flick of his finger.

Shadow Island was plunged into a dire crisis. Those who had come to aid the island felt their hearts turn to ash. Had the apocalypse finally arrived? Their desperate resistance had not brought them victory. Instead, it left them with a profound sense of futility, as if all their efforts had been in vain.

The Crimson Moon Supreme gazed down upon the world. He paid no attention to the ants on Shadow Island. Slowly, he spoke, his voice clear yet icy, sending chills down the spines of all who heard it. His words echoed throughout the entire world:

"Yi Feng, come forth!"

The voice reverberated in the minds of every living being, repeating over and over. It was like a demonic chant, piercing their ears and causing unbearable pain. Many mortals couldn’t withstand the torment, clutching their ears and writhing on the ground in agony.

On Shadow Island, the defenders began to murmur among themselves.

"Is he calling for the Master?"

"Will the Master appear?"

"If the Master shows up, will he be able to deal with him?"

"Don’t panic! The Master will surely return to handle this!"

"Even if the Master doesn’t return, we’ll stand with Shadow Island to the death!"

"To the death!"

The defenders of Shadow Island were filled with fervor, their eyes shining with hope. The Master would surely appear! This hope fueled their courage and solidified their resolve to defend Shadow Island at all costs.

In the small courtyard of the town, Yi Feng finished his meal at a leisurely pace and set down his bowl. He then drained his cup of wine and slowly stood up.

"Yao Yao, could you take care of the dishes?" he said.

With that, Yi Feng turned his gaze to the sky, looking at the towering demonic figure. His expression was unreadable, showing no trace of emotion. Then, he stepped out of the courtyard.

Yun Yaoyao nodded, watching Yi Feng leave. She had seen the blood moon shatter, witnessed the Crimson Moon Supreme manifest, and felt the overwhelming pressure he exuded. She had also heard the Supreme calling for Yi Feng. Yun Yaoyao could sense the immense power of the Crimson Moon Supreme—a power that made her feel utterly powerless. But as she watched Yi Feng’s retreating figure, all her fears dissipated. For now, all she needed to do was follow Yi Feng’s instructions and wash the dishes.