Light Encounter: Zhuohui

[Light encounter + no cp + self-created world view + "no knife"] Today, a hundred years later, the Sky Kingdom is once again shrouded in an ominous shadow. The black and gray clouds were like broken curtains, blocking the holy morning light. The sea of ​​clouds that once shone with warm golden light is now surging with turbid undercurrents, as if it has been soaked by some invisible toxin. On the Avenue of Wind, those bright butterflies that once guided travelers now have strange purple spots on their wings, hovering painfully in the low altitude, scattering fine, corrosive phosphorus powder. The track in Xiagu Valley is no longer filled with bright starlight, spiderweb-like cracks have formed on the ice surface, and an ominous low roar can be heard from the depths. The shadow creatures in the Dusk Land became extremely manic, and their roars penetrated the clouds and could be heard even on the distant Morning Island. On the stone walls of the Prophecy Valley, ancient murals were peeling off piece by piece, but the runes recording disasters shimmered strangely with a blood-red light. At the end of the cloud field, the crack that had been sealed by the Sons of Light was slowly being torn apart. Dark tentacles protruded from the void, twisting and squirming, like some kind of behemoth trying to squeeze into the world. The air was filled with the smell of decay, and every breath was stinging, as if even the energy of light was being slowly eroded. The spirits of the ancestors whisper uneasily in the temple, and their statues begin to ooze black tears. The Children of Light gathered at the top of the Sky City, the last refuge. The candles in their hands were no longer as bright as before, and the flames swayed as if they would be swallowed by darkness at any time.