The sky had suddenly turned red.
Fang Yuan stood quietly beneath it, his gaze fixed on the crimson heavens. Beside him, Lin Zhaoyue watched the same scene with calm eyes.
"What is that?" Fang Yuan asked.
"An opportunity," Lin Zhaoyue replied.
Fang Yuan turned toward her.
She smiled,"This realm has made contact with another realm."
Fang Yuan frowned,"What if the new realm is stronger than ours?"
Lin Zhaoyue chuckled softly.
"Silly."
Her fingers tightened slightly around his arm.
"The only threat to our realm would be those from the Higher Realm. There is only one Higher Realm, and even they cannot invade us."
The phenomenon was not limited to Mount Skyhowl.
Every corner of the world could see the crimson sky.
Cultivators formed their own theories.
Mortals, unaware of cultivation, higher realms, or interdimensional connections, came up with explanations that made sense to them.
Religious groups proclaimed it a divine omen.
Kings declared it a heavenly warning.
