After Li Luo completely assumed Shadow Morph, the scene before her shifted from a normal fixed image into strange, scattered perspectives.
It was as if countless surveillance monitors surrounded her.
She could see clearly from every angle and spy on every detail.
Although her mental power had been sealed by the peculiar environment around her, leaving most of the images dim and indistinct, Li Luo still caught several crucial things.
She glimpsed one ethereal shadow after another.
Most were vague and impossible to look at directly.
They seemed to be busy with their own affairs, yet she had no idea what exactly they were doing.
Because the moment Li Luo saw something clearly, she would forget it the very next second.
If she explored, she would lose it.
If she remembered, she would forget.
Like towers of dust rising within a hurricane, or carved marks left upon a beach.
No matter how conspicuous and dazzling they were at the moment they formed, they would ultimately scatter into nothing beneath the influence of some invisible force.
Amid such chaos, only the thought of approaching Xu Xiao remained unweathered, firmly rooted in Li Luo's mind.
Still, seeing and forgetting again and again had not left the girl with nothing.
At the very least, the concept Lu Li had once mentioned to her—that "gods cannot be looked upon directly"—was reinforced time and time again.
By the end, although no memory of the darkness remained in Li Luo's mind, she somehow felt that the idea that "gods cannot be looked upon directly" was absolutely correct.
"How strange... Why do I suddenly feel that this idea is completely right?"
"That was clearly just an unverified guess the benefactor mentioned in passing..."
Li Luo pondered for a moment, but ultimately chose to set this troubling thought