Moreover, Ji Yun looked very strange.
There was a sense of unfamiliarity.
The words he spoke were even more inconceivable.
The ridges had turned pitch black, no longer illuminated by the sun in the sky that had transformed into a red ring. Instead, the blazing mountain fire from afar became the source of light.
The entire world had turned red, everything happening so suddenly. Just a moment ago, it had been an ordinary evening in Budao Mountain Forest, with the hues of sunset. Now, the world around him seemed to have plunged into a giant furnace...
The wind was biting, and ashes filled the sky, reducing visibility more and more, especially under the influence of the eclipse, rendering observational efforts at Ji Heshan meaningless.
He climbed down from the pavilion and slid directly down the steep mountain terrain, heading towards Wind Pavilion to the north.
Taking this route, he could get to Wind Pavilion more quickly.
