Her hair tied in a ponytail, she wore a sports jacket and stared blankly at a bowl of porridge.
"Another bad night?" Chen Siyao sat down across from her.
"I had a dream." Yang Wanqing stirred her porridge with a spoon. "I dreamed Master was standing in the study, asking me why my cultivation was still progressing so slowly."
"Then you really should reflect on that."
"Yaoyao!"
Chen Siyao ignored her protest and picked up the tablet on the table to check the day's schedule.
There was a briefing for a new project at the Haoyue Si Group, followed that afternoon by a video conference with the Human Alliance about expanding the lunar base.
After breakfast, the two of them stepped out of the elevator and onto the rooftop landing pad.
The aircraft had already warmed up. Chen Siyao was about to pull open the cabin door...
She stopped.
The sky had brightened.
No. It had been light for some time; sunrise in Pengcheng was at six.
But this "brightness" was different.
Light shone from deep within the sky. It wasn't sunlight. The sun was in the east, but this light surged in from every direction at once, with no discernible source.
Yang Wanqing stopped what she was doing too and looked up.
The entire sky was changing color.
Banks of multicolored clouds appeared across the pale blue morning sky. They weren't ordinary dawn clouds. Their colors were too rich, too pure.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet—every color was saturated to its limit, filling every inch of space from the horizon to the zenith.
Above the tens of millions of people in Pengcheng, a painting unlike anything in nature was unfolding.
Yang Wanqing watched for five seconds.
Then she turned to look east, north, west...
They were everywhere.