Late at night on December 22, 2X12, Xiamen Island, Gold Fortune Tower.
Pitter-patter...
The torrential rain hung like curtains, draping the glittering, decadent metropolis in a graceful, dreamlike veil—like a dream, like an illusion, like mist, like a rainbow, and like neon.
The downpour turned the brilliantly lit night into something dreamlike and unreal. Countless lights glittered, and the rows upon rows of towering buildings displayed the city's prosperity and flourishing splendor.
Looking up at the starry sky, all he saw was a dark cyan canopy.
The dark cyan color belonged to the pouring rain, yet it could not alter the night's fundamentally black darkness. Its eerie hue made one's hair stand on end, while the darkness seemed ready to swallow souls whole.
A steady drizzle made heaven and earth feel fresh; a torrential downpour made them oppressive. Coupled with the strange dark cyan rain and the ink-deep night sky, it gave people the restless terror of being trapped within the Ten-Thousandfold Netherworld. Even amid the clamor and prosperous lights, they could not shake the tremor rising from their souls.
The atmosphere was oppressive and silent. Smoke curled through the room, and the burning cigarette tip resembled a star in the boundless night sky...
Huang Tian stood quietly before the floor-to-ceiling window, silently watching the strange dark cyan rainstorm that had already raged for a day and a night.
On the thirty-sixth floor of Gold Fortune Tower, with rain pouring down in sheets, the view below was a vast blur of white. He could only vaguely make out densely packed figures like swarms of ants, only watch the hazy lights through the rain, and deeply feel the city's grandeur and prosperity.
The color of this cyan rain resembled the filthy water of a rotten, stinking gutter. Though it lacked