The sky was dark, and there was a faint surge of black mists with a hint of blood.
Furthermore, the land was desolate, and there were broken rocks and dead branches everywhere. With a slight touch, they would turn into dust.
The grey setting sun slowly fell, hiding behind the mountains. A ray of slightly cold sunlight also disappeared. The world was silent and darkness flooded over, devouring everything along the way.
It was early spring, so it should have been the most vibrant season of the year. Nonetheless, the Big Ruins was dead as if everything was stained with grey. Even the sunlight was no exception. It was like a world that had been completely forgotten.
The sunset was getting lower. The last ray of light flashed past Ou Yangming's body.
