A century of solitude. Nothing could surpass it.
Though they weren't a family, if anyone in the Holy Grail Cult back then had been willing to look at things from a similar perspective, they might well have concluded that some kind of curse of fate was at work.
"They kept losing members, yet never realized it until the very end." That wasn't just something people said.
Because of the Other Shore's nature, any information that entered the outside world was erased, just like what had happened to Old Man Feng.
And for the Holy Grail Cult outside, the failures who left behind these legacies were no different...
This was the efficiency of professional collaborative research. Fu Qian could already almost piece together the cause of these traces, as well as what had happened to the Holy Grail Cult, which had played a key role in all of it.
He wasn't sure why the people in this organization had first come here to explore.
But given their habit of digging around everywhere, it wasn't surprising.
Unfortunately, this time they had stumbled onto a road from which there was truly no return.
The first person to enter was most likely the first failure, Mien, and he soon discovered that he couldn't leave.
But because all information about him was erased, the Cult outside had no idea what had happened. There was no way anyone could come to rescue him.
As despair slowly set in, he had no choice but to fend for himself and try to uncover the Other Shore's secrets.
Perhaps because he was sensitive to the concept of the eye, or perhaps through sheer coincidence, he found the House of Graffiti and even drew on his expertise to study the power markings of the Other Shore.
The process had been