The wind still wasn’t blowing in the world.
The sun was gradually rising, and the aurora that had been so beautiful and the magenta waves floating in the sky were embracing the light and disappearing.
Looking at the gradually brightening sky, I thought.
‘Can I say that disappeared?’
Clearly, the night was lifting, and the stars that had lingered were leaving their places.
But separately from that, the day in this world was also strangely odd.
It wasn’t that the aurora and stars had disappeared. Rather, they had blended into the sky.
The time was heading from dawn to noon, but the sky here was different from the Central Plains, just like the night.
‘For the sky to be magenta too….’
At a glance, it seemed like the sunset had set in, but it was a color fundamentally different from that.
It was a sky I was seeing for the first time in the world.
While quietly staring at that, I lowered my gaze.
I had realized from the moment I arrived that this place was strange, and even if the sky was bizarre, I didn’t have the leisure to care about it.
Because right in front of my eyes, there was something even stranger.
Looking at the broad back, I said.
“Noya.”
“Hmm?”
At my call, the figure walking ahead turned back.
Light pink-tinged eyes and sharp gaze, an old man with wrinkled skin.
The most respected hero of Mount Hua. The Hua Shan Immortal Sword Shin…