The blood cocoon hung in the sky, while the Ghost City shrouded by the heavenly canopy had long lost its sunlight. Agonized wails echoed intermittently from the densely packed streets—some from the living, and others from the dead.
The living wailed for the departed dead who left them again.
The dead shrieked from the abrupt surge of pain.
They began to pay the price for their resurrection.
Black smoke was extracted from their bodies, forming fine strands drifting into the blood cocoon in the sky.
From afar, layer upon layer of countless black threads connecting to the blood cocoon rendered the heavenly canopy bleak and shadowed.
"What are you worried about?"
Gazing at this eerie scene beneath the sky dome, Tian Ye's golden eyes shimmered, as though speaking to herself, or perhaps conversing with someone:
