Yu Sheng had truly experienced for himself that Xuan Che, this Grand Uncle-Master, really deserved his reputation as a master adventurer. At any moment, he could pull all sorts of bizarre objects he had rummaged out of all sorts of strange places from his pockets. In a sense, he was something of a Doraemon Immortal...
"Looking back now, that watchtower should have been an Anomaly space node—not an Otherworld, because it never formed a 'depth difference' with the real world," True Spirit Yuan Hao said as he held the strange mask, recalling the past. "That black-robed cultivator must have gone to the watchtower looking for something, only to be trapped inside by the constantly looping Anomaly space until he died..."
Yu Sheng listened in bewilderment from the side. His gaze involuntarily followed the strange mask in the other man's hand, and only after the other man finished speaking did he ask instinctively, "Where was that watchtower? Can it still be found?"
"That asteroid belt isn't hard to find, but the watchtower is gone," True Spirit Yuan Hao said, shaking his head with some regret. "I went back to look for it the following year, but there was nothing left at the site. I suppose it had already been completely devoured by the Anomaly space. An Anomaly space like that can't be maintained for long, either. A year was enough for it to collapse and vanish. It's just hard to say how that Anomaly space formed. The watchtower's equipment might have malfunctioned, or it could have encountered some natural phenomenon. Hard to say."
The main hall fell silent for a while as everyone pondered. After a moment, True Spirit Yuanling broke the silence: "What else? Senior Brother, did you investigate that black-robed man at the time? Did you look into his