Storms arise on the day of the black sun, yet they do not dissipate with its disappearance; instead, they sweep across the entirety of the Great Sun Tomb.
Tornadoes grind the world to dust, then tenderly fuse it back together.
Strange creatures from the Great Sun Tomb rush into the tornadoes, into shattered space, either torn to pieces or devouring the storm itself.
These creatures, Su He still can't find the words to describe.
Void of life's breath, not quite alive, yet not zombies either, they're like machines, naturally so.
The scent of decay and erosion spreads unabated, even the Great Sun Tomb itself continuously succumbs to corrosion.
This truly is the end of days.
Ji Feixue raises her hand lightly, the azure wooden cocoon around her shatters, one step outside and she is already beside Su He. Su He recoils inward, retracting from the Dragon Turtle Tribe's treasure, transforming back into human form.
