Laplace checked the mural once more for hidden compartments.
—She had seen many murals in ruins with hidden compartments or secret chambers concealed behind them.
However, this mural had no hidden compartments whatsoever.
The most unusual thing in this palace was undoubtedly this mural; yet what was unusual was only the mural itself, not anything else such as hidden compartments.
Having reached that conclusion, Laplace turned her attention back to the mural's content.
A gate, black matter, a reverse traveler.
What exactly was the connection between them?
Laplace continuously compared them against the memories in her mind, searching to see whether her memory bank held any similar scenes or clues with points of connection.
Yet those three images were far too common. There were at least several hundred thousand scenes in her memories that resembled this one.
But resemblance was all they had.
At the very least, Laplace's inspiration had not sparked even a glimmer of insight linking any of those similar scenes in her memory bank to this mural.
There were too few clues. It was difficult to decipher.
Laplace quickly arrived at that answer.
She felt no regret over it.
As an "old" person who had lived for ten thousand years, she had far too many fragments of memory whose endings were unknown, tales that had simply fizzled out.
Some were things she had personally experienced, while others had been observed through the Empty Mirror Sea.
At first, she might have found them somewhat regrettable. But as such experiences accumulated, until she could observe one or two scenes with unknown endings every day—
That regret for unfinished conclusions gradually faded away.
Of course, it was not that she had lost her interest in exploring secrets. She simply understood how to weigh and choose. Some secrets, known from the