The sky disappeared.
Or rather, the concept of "above," represented by the sky, had disappeared.
Not just the sky.
All around them.
The ground beneath their feet.
Everything within sight had turned into an extremely distorted environment. Looking to the left made it feel as though they were looking at the sky, while looking at the sky made it feel as though they were looking ahead.
Chaos.
Error.
An indescribable absurdity and strangeness that violated common sense and intuition.
Front, back, left, and right.
They had actually vanished!
Normally speaking.
This was the kind of sensation produced by weightlessness in space. Without gravity, one would feel upright no matter what angle one stood at.
But the situation before them was even more complicated.
It was not just a bodily sensation.
Even the bizarre power within their bodies had lost its sense of direction, creating the horror of walking into a maze and becoming lost in a barren wasteland.
But this was only the beginning.
Jiang Qiao's Dual Pupils moved as he observed his surroundings.
He discovered that this area was being eroded by an eternal darkness.
It was like clouds, like mist.
It kept seeping in.
It was as though soil had been poured into a room, completely filling this space-time.
And the people inside.
It was as if... they were being buried alive!
"The palace is a tomb."
"A tomb represents burial."
"It also represents confinement, lockdown, obscurity... No wonder. So this is the palace's true method."
In Jiang Qiao's perception.
This space-time had already been cut off by "darkness."
Breaking through it by force.
Would be like someone buried alive in a coffin opening the coffin, only to cause the surrounding "soil" to surge in even more violently.
However.
Jiang Qiao discovered that the place where he stood