The sky began to drizzle.
It wasn't a torrential downpour, nor was it a storm, and there were no rolling dark clouds in the sky. Everything was peaceful, just like the spring rains in March, gentle as fine silk.
Under the bright sunlight, the temperature was neither too high nor too low. The rain fell gently, carrying the unique fresh scent of spring as farmers strolled through it.
At the onset, the raindrops carried a hint of golden hue, occasionally bursting with sharpness, as if they wished to tear the heavens apart and slaughter all living beings.
But as the raindrops fell to the earth, more of them descended, and the hue of the rain changed.
The raindrops began transforming from gold to green, a thick, aberrant vitality seemingly ready to mutate all living things in an instant to endless extremes, making even divine and demonic bodies unstable;
Green then turned to the color of water, a boundless destructive fusion of hydrogen and annihilation filled all directions…
