Not only that, the void storm continued to spread for several hours. Only after reaching a certain limit did it slowly recede like the ebbing tide.
But receding did not mean disappearing. It merely returned to the void storm's original territory, lying dormant as it awaited its next eruption.
"What is going on?" Angel looked doubtfully at the void storm in the distance, which had not vanished. It felt like a living creature breathing, its breaths making the void storm swell and fall.
"I do not know either. Not long after Mr. Feng left, the void storm appeared. It waxes and wanes every moment, and the passage within the painting happens to fall within the range of the spreading disaster. So, if one wishes to enter this place, one must time it properly," Naimeicui said.
Angel's brows furrowed slightly.
From the waxing and waning he had just witnessed, combined with what Naimeicui had said earlier in the Vine House about waiting, he had basically guessed that the void storm fluctuated in a regular pattern.
Such fluctuations were indeed strange, but what made him even more suspicious was—
"Not long after Mr. Feng left, the void storm appeared? You mean this void storm has lasted six hundred years?"
Naimeicui said, "To be precise, it has been over four hundred years. The void storm appeared around a century after Mr. Feng left."
Angel fell silent for a moment. He no longer had the strength to complain about elemental creatures' concept of time. So "not long after leaving" meant more than a hundred years in the eyes of elemental creatures.
Setting that aside, Angel had never heard of such a phenomenon before.
Void storms were indeed a common disaster in the void, but according to the records he had read, they were not