Dusk is falling, and colorful lanterns are lit.
Inside Light City, there is a bustling noise, and with a loud "bang" in the sky, the marching believers all look up. Amidst countless fireworks, they see the most dazzling and brilliant one.
That firework came from the temple deep within Light City.
The believers who looked up didn't think much of it, assuming it was just the bigwigs at the temple lighting a firework to fit the day's atmosphere; nothing more, the world hasn't changed.
But in a windy corner, a figure stops.
Gu Nanfeng no longer moves forward; he stands at the remotest city exit of Light City, one more step and he can leave this ancient city.
Even from here, he can clearly see the fireworks rising from the temple grounds.
That firework is beautiful, with a "bang" it explodes, dyeing the twilight sky white.
The new day has yet to appear.
This is the most striking moment—
And also the moment he has been waiting for.
