Chapter 8 Once Again, the Colorful Clouds Return

In this era, darkness envelops the world. Bioluminescent creatures are rare, and their appearance often signifies danger—something to be feared, deadly, and best avoided at all costs. In the vast wilderness, one wonders how many dangerous beings lie in wait. To dare to expose oneself in such a perilous environment, brazenly radiating light, undoubtedly reflects a level of confidence, likely indicating immense strength. Qin Ming silently slid down to the base of a tree, hiding in the shadows of the dense forest, his heart uneasy. That was no ordinary luminous creature; it illuminated the night sky. In an age devoid of sun, moon, and stars, such a spectacle was astonishing. "Moon Bug!" he had heard of it. The elders often spoke to the younger generations, recounting tales of a distant past when there were suns and moons. Looking into the curious eyes of children, the elders would use the Moon Bug as an example. "If one day you unexpectedly catch sight of a Moon Bug, you will know what the moon looks like." When a Moon Bug appears, no words are needed; it is unmistakable, for it would be the only light in the night sky. Initially, the glowing orb rose slowly, gently, and Qin Ming wasn't sure if it was his preconceived notions, but he vaguely saw a blurred image of a bug. Now, it was far too brilliant; where was the shape of a bug? The light intertwined, resembling a splendid disc, akin to a divine crown casting its radiance upon the night sky. The cicada knows not the seasons, and normally, few insects survive the winter to see the next year. According to the elders, the Moon Bug had migrated to this region over fifty years ago, dwelling deep within the majestic mountains, rarely appearing in the outer regions. Following local customs, it had long been recorded as the