In front of the ancestral hall, the Village Chief finished speaking.
The four elders stepped forward in unison. At that instant, blue light spread across their bodies, rendering them illusory, their features impossible to discern, like low-resolution 3D projections.
Then—
Their figures began refracting through the countless cubes of Four-Dimensional Village, forming intricate, tangled rays of light before finally entering reality.
The old man did not move.
Neither did the Village Chief. He merely slowly clasped his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes.
The ability of Four-Dimensional Village's residents was to project themselves into the real world at will, landing anywhere within historical time.
With this ability, they could observe everything without any concept of time.
It was a high-dimensional perspective, silently observing all things: flowers blooming and withering, trees decaying, steel rusting, humans living brief lives and dying swiftly.
They were not planning to confront Liu Di directly, but to observe the past.
This was the core ability of four-dimensional beings—know yourself and your enemy, and you would never be defeated.
Time passed in the blink of an eye.
After no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, light flickered around the four elders' bodies as they withdrew their consciousnesses. Their pupils trembled.
"Village Chief, Liu Di is unobservable."
"All of his traces have vanished in a perfectly logical manner, as if someone had covered them up."
The four elders' eyes were unfocused, their expressions filled with shock.
"What?"
The Village Chief turned back in alarm, deeply confused. "I observed his growth before."
Beside him, the short, hunched old man, who stood less than one and a half meters tall, supported himself with a cane in one hand while keeping the other behind his back.
He said faintly, "Gu Beijiang, prejudice has