Dawn was beginning to break, but it brought little warmth.
Perhaps it was because Du Yu was in the Underworld, or perhaps it was because something of the utmost yin was approaching him.
Whatever the reason, he felt cold. The freezing wind kept stabbing into his bones.
Du Yu opened his phone and checked the mortal world's weather forecast.
The forecast said a massive cold front was sweeping toward China from the Indian Peninsula and advised residents to keep warm. Heavy rain warnings would follow, and residents were advised to stock up on cold medicine.
Immediately afterward, the Underworld's "Yin Qi Forecast" popped up, conveying the same message in different words.
The Yin Qi Forecast said a massive surge of yin qi was sweeping toward China from the Western Paradise and advised immortals to safeguard their lives. Magical combat warnings would follow, and immortals were advised to prepare their protective magic treasures in advance.
"It's about time." Du Yu rolled out of bed and brushed the dust off himself. The Legend Management Bureau had only gone two or three days without cleaning, yet dust had already accumulated.
It seemed there was no one left in the area.
Du Yu pushed the door open and stepped outside. A powerful gust hit him head-on, nearly knocking him over.
"Whoa. That's something."
Du Yu steadied himself with an effort and walked to the center of the Legend Management Bureau's courtyard. Looking up, he saw an immense mass of black clouds in the distance. They were darker than ordinary storm clouds, like a basin of ink spilled across the sky.
On closer inspection, it looked like a vast black cloth spreading over the heavens, plunging everything beneath it into darkness.
Before long, a light rain began to patter down. The drops struck his body