A sliver of pale white appeared on the horizon. Ordinary people who had lived through the Weird Revival, the Death Knell Disaster, and the Nightmare Great Tribulation rose early and stood by their windows, waiting for sunrise. Only after losing the sun had humanity finally realized how precious light was.
Every day, they greedily basked in the sunlight, as though it were the only proof that they were still alive in this increasingly dark and eerie world.
This was also the advice of some psychology experts in the Nine Provinces. Amid all the disasters and misfortunes, 90% of ordinary people had developed symptoms of anxiety and depression, and sunlight could combat these illnesses.
When the first rays of morning sunlight shone down, some people spread their arms. As every pore on their bodies relaxed, they narrowed their eyes.
Yet within minutes, the warm light was suddenly blocked. Some people looked toward the horizon, and the next instant, their eyes widened in terror. A gigantic figure stood there, blocking the entire sun.
"That's..."
"It's happening again. An even greater disaster. Who knows if we'll survive this time?"
Some people's voices carried dejection and exhaustion. By now, death was no longer what they feared most. The endless calamities had long since drained some of them of their passion for living.
"It doesn't matter. King Chen will act, the King of Equality will shout, and King Zhu will eat these Vicious Ghosts and complain that they taste awful!" Others waved their fists, hope shining in their eyes.
"If I survive this, I want to take part in the Netherworld Dao Alliance's selection too. I can't leave my fate in someone else's hands every time."
"Some say the weird will descend eventually, and we'll all die. What's the point of resisting?" Some pessimists sighed.