"Lift your heads, lift your heads!"
"Open your eyes, lift your heads!"
"Last night's stars did not fall, tonight's night will be red!"
"Slash through the sky!"
"Tonight's night will be red..."
...
"...The red sun rises, its Dao shines brightly... Though there are ancient times, there are also Eight Desolates... Sea and mountains are vast, the world's road is long... Heaven and earth bow to bring auspicious omens!"
...
Two long and clear spells echoed across the Black Prison Battlefield, accompanied by the sound of spells, two suns emerged without delay, tore through the thick night, and slowly rose in this dead world.
One golden yellow.
One crimson red.
The intertwined golden-red sunlight surged from the horizon, like a tide flowing over every hill, every withered tree, every grain of sand, painting the entire world with its colors.
In front of the Black Prison Castle.
