Not the crimson of the sunset, nor the deep blue of the ocean.
But a filthy, viscous blood-red.
Slowly spreading from east to west, as if a giant has poured a vat of bloody brine into the distant sea.
Above the blood-red hue, dark clouds churn and roll like boiling water, occasionally flickering with lightning yet no thunder follows.
Deathly silence.
Gao Zhenxiong put down the telescope and turned to look beside him.
Yu Chanzi stood three steps away, wearing a pale-washed daoist robe.
The Wudang Sect Leader was gazing upward, his right hand silently calculating within his sleeve, each movement of his fingertips causing his brows to furrow even tighter.
Behind him, Southern Heavenly Master Zhang Jingxuan from Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Daoist Qingwei from Shu Mountain Emei, Master Yushu from Maoshan... a group of Mystical Sect experts stood silently.
Every face was extremely grim.
"Sect Leader."
Gao Zhenxiong spoke in a deep voice, "This phenomenon—"
