The distorted view came into focus, and the piercing buzz rapidly faded away, replaced by an entirely different kind of "sound."
It was the howl of wind through a canyon, the faint roar of beasts in the distance, and a sort of heavy, rhythmic… pulse.
Xu Wuyi opened his eyes.
A dark red sky.
Not the soft red of a sunset, but like dried blood—heavy and oppressive, blanketing the entire world.
There was no sun or stars in the sky, only layers of slowly drifting, dark red clouds.
Between the gaps in the clouds, a few wisps of ghastly white light occasionally leaked through, illuminating the desolate land below.
The ground was scorched black, as if it had been burned by flames countless times. Not a single blade of grass grew.
In the distance were continuous mountain ranges, but the shapes of the mountains were bizarre. Some resembled twisted giants, others inverted swords, their peaks disappearing into the dark red clouds.
