There was only half a month left, but Wang Muyan refused to believe that Ye Qingtian could turn the tables around. She turned into a streak and chased after him.

The sky outside the Heavenly Wheel Pagoda was yellow as the sun set and the red sunlight cast a red layer on the ground. When night arrived, the remaining gleam of sunlight was like crimson paint on the world. The ground was dyed red, and the sky was dyed crimson.

“This is the afterglow and the last pride of the sun. Even when darkness soon descends, it will still envelop the world in red.” Lin Yun muttered to himself. Even the sun had multiple changes around the day, from sunrise to sunset.

But is that the case? It may have never changed.

Lin Yun fell into deep thoughts as he looked into the distance. He...