The world was still windless.
The sun was slowly rising, and the breathtaking aurora and crimson waves in the sky were gradually fading, retreating as they embraced the growing light.
As I watched the brightening sky, a thought crossed my mind.
"Can it really be said that they’ve disappeared?"
The stars that lingered after the night had cleared had seemingly left their place.
Yet, this world’s daylight was as peculiar as its night.
The auroras and stars hadn’t truly vanished; instead, they had melded into the sky itself.
Though the time should have been somewhere between dawn and noon, the heavens here were unlike those of Zhongyuan.
"A crimson sky...?"
Wow finally after 900 chapters the author is giving us some answers