Li Qinghai's reserve of immortal energy wasn't much; with just one strike, he exhausted all of it.

The bright moon in the celestial painting swiftly fell back into the sea, and the myriad stars dispersed.

The celestial painting, devoid of all its power, no longer unfurled and rolled back up.

Simultaneously, the night sky, bright moon, and stars outside the scroll, along with various other phenomena, receded like the tide.