In Xiya's understanding, the sun could never be black.
That was unreasonable.
Black was a void devoid of any color, whereas sunlight was pure and contained almost every color.
She had never imagined that she would see a black sun in her lifetime.
The sun hung high in the sky. Because it was too deep and dark, it instead looked like a hole in the heavens.
Clouds churned around the sun.
Those clouds revolved around the black sun at a speed visible to the naked eye, dragging the surrounding scenery along with them.
Farther away was the "wall" Xiya had seen earlier.
It was a wall made of wind—the cloud wall surrounding the eye of this typhoon.
Without a doubt, after that burst of noise and commotion, the island had entered the eye of the typhoon.
Here, there was not the slightest movement of wind or grass. It was a completely motionless world.
Outside the island, winds more violent than any storm in human history were raging. The typhoon's influence reached more than a thousand miles away. Most of the Pacific Ocean was currently caught in torrential rain, and even the continents near the ocean were overcast, as if a storm were about to break.
If astronauts aboard a space station were looking down at the earth at that moment, they would see what looked like a giant eye appearing on the planet—a terrifying, unprecedented super typhoon.
Yet inside the eye of the typhoon, Lu Ban felt only silence.
He climbed out of the pile of miscellaneous snacks and building fragments. The surroundings had grown dim, as though all the light had been sucked away by the black sun in the sky.
Lu Ban was not particularly surprised by the sun, because he had seen a similar sight on ancient