A sunshower fell from the sky.
A golden raindrop streaked across the night sky and struck the parched earth, sending up a ring of golden ripples. Like a brush dipped in gold dust, it painted everything within several feet of the drop the color of daytime.
The sunshower poured down in torrents.
Countless slender golden threads descended from the heavens, slicing the heavy black backdrop into innumerable fragments.
At the ends of those golden threads, countless raindrops hit the ground, splashing up countless rings of golden ripples and bleaching the entire world white.
Black Prison World had gone too long without sunlight. Whether prisoners or the withered Tree of this world, all were somewhat at a loss before this sudden change.
As though ice and snow had met hot water, or butter had been seared by blazing flames, the strange colors lingering on the ground dissolved beneath the light. The Tree demons that had once moved sluggishly shrank their branches beneath the sunlight, screaming as green smoke rose from their bodies. They fled in panic and burrowed underground, leaving behind a landscape riddled with pits and holes across the wasteland.
Pale, withered, and deathly still.
Under the newborn sunlight, the earth, sand, bizarre rocks, dead trees, distant mountains, and undead bones—everything was brushed with pale golden light, taking on a sickly pallor.
The whole world had swept away its former ink-black darkness. It shone with feverish brightness, gorgeous yet desolate.
But no matter what, going from night to day was a tremendous step forward.
Zheng Qing raised a hand.
The newly born breeze was soft, gentle, and trembling as it brushed over his fingertips, carrying the tingling numbness of static electricity and brimming with the power of life.
"Wow. It's beautiful."
Jiang Yu tilted her head up, watching the golden