Everyone's eyes fixed on that corner of cloth, because beyond it, there was nothing else left to see.
Looking inward from where the corner of cloth fluttered, everything had vanished for no reason, becoming utterly transparent. They could clearly see the rear wall of the hall, while the treasure mirror, Jiu Yan, and everything else seemed never to have existed.
"This damned thing is absolutely fucking not Hehua Zizai..."
Faced with these incomprehensible phenomena, along with the frustration of having a treasure mountain before them yet being unable to excavate it, Black Robe cursed under his breath, drawing a sidelong glance from Liu Guan.
"You understand?"
"..."
"Go on, then. Weren't you staring at it quite intently just now?"
Before this uncle, Black Robe still felt an instinctive fear. Rarely lowering himself, he replied, "I ask Uncle to enlighten me."
"I don't understand, which is why I want to hear your opinion."
Since Liu Guan had put it that way, Black Robe knew he could no longer evade the matter. His mind, overheated by frustration, cooled somewhat. Recalling the phenomena he had observed at close range, he finally reached a series of conclusions.
"My nephew believes that the laws and primordial energy were drawn into that ghostly thing—it has too much suction, such that once they go in, they never return. There is no feedback, and that includes light. But light can bend and change direction. For this to happen, the light must have been affected and undergone some kind of reaction..."
By this point, Black Robe's explanation had become somewhat disordered, yet Liu Guan still understood what he meant.
"You mean that what we see is a snapshot of some moment that has already occurred, while the changes there afterward can no longer be seen because the light has