The real world was also bathed in the light of sunset.
The dazzling golden-red glow streamed through the gaps in the curtains and spilled across the villa floor, forming long, slender bands of light.
An Yang frowned and looked around the house. There was clearly no one there. It was eerily quiet, and there had been no sign of anyone for several days. Otherwise, the curtains would not have been drawn so tightly.
He walked over and pulled the curtains open with a swish.
The intoxicating light of dusk immediately filled the living room, and the familiar scenery of this world entered his eyes.
The setting sun hung at the distant horizon. Golden-red light filled the plains beyond the hills, while a half-renovated asphalt road wound across the earth. Together with the outline of the urban forest on the horizon, it bathed in the golden afterglow. Every now and then, several cars could be seen speeding along the road.
What a familiar sight. How deeply moving!
An Yang could even vaguely hear the cars whooshing past at high speed, along with the sound of their horns.
"Ah!"
He suddenly sighed.
That also meant the war in that world was completely unrelated to him now. No matter how it ended, how it progressed, or whether anything unexpected happened, he would no longer be able to see it.
"Well... this is fine too!" An Yang pursed his lips. A box that looked wooden appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"I wonder if this thing can still work in this world..." After thinking for a moment, An Yang directly opened the Moonlight Box.
"Click!"
The box opened with a crisp sound.
And then... nothing happened.
After standing there blankly for several seconds, An Yang helplessly put away the Moonlight Box, having