There was no other way. Deep Blue Star's higher-ups had already explained the conditions for saving themselves: they had to wear white mourning clothes!
And large quantities of white garments had already been supplied.
In a world where the Tower Masters were powerful enough, producing such ordinary items took practically no time at all.
Even the transport of supplies was assisted by Tower Masters skilled in teleportation.
Soon, a whole day passed.
With professionals skilled at manipulating people's hearts planning things out, the emotions of ordinary people were repeatedly stirred up, soothed, then stirred up again.
They had completely accepted the existence of bizarre phenomena and were convinced that the self-rescue methods broadcast by the television stations worked.
When the sun rose on the second day, At that moment, nearly all ten billion people across Deep Blue Star were clad in white and standing outside their homes.
As far as the eye could see, there was an endless sea of white. The whole world was in mourning!
Soul banners and white cloth hung everywhere. The once-warm sun seemed to gradually turn cold before vanishing behind dark clouds.
The gloomy sky resembled an enormous slab of lead.
Even the air seemed to have gained weight, pressing heavily upon people's hearts until they could barely breathe, their heartbeats distinctly audible.
Many children could not endure the atmosphere and began crying first.
In the past, their parents would have rushed over in distress, picked them up, and comforted them at the sound of their crying.
But now, they ignored it completely, only hoping that the children would cry as genuinely as possible!
A breeze swept past.
The withered branches creaked and twisted, sounding like resentful wails, yet also like vicious laughter.
The wind was so long-lasting, so far-reaching. It blew from the Western