The morning mode within the light barrier started to disappear.
A boundless night sky started to descend.
There were numerous ancient-styled lanterns hanging on each of the ninety-nine floors of the Red Ink Tavern. Meanwhile, all kinds of different colors and lights flowed out from within the building. This caused the Red Ink Tavern to appear bright and lively, like a dazzling and dreamy tower that was eternally standing in this broken world.
The thirty-third to thirty-eighth floors of the Red Ink Tavern protruded outward in a round yet smooth manner. Within these floors was a massive stage as well as countless seats for the audience. This was a theatre that could seat sixty thousand people.
The Night of Red Ink would be hosted in this theatre.
At this moment, it was already fully seated and bustling with noise and activity.