Everyone's gaze was fixed on that corner of robe, because apart from it, there was nothing else left for them to see.
Looking inward from where the robe corner fluttered, everything had inexplicably vanished, leaving the space utterly transparent. They could clearly see the rear wall of the hall. As for the treasure mirror, Jiu Yan, or anything else, it was as though they had never appeared.
"Dammit, this definitely wasn't Hehua Zizai..."
Faced with all these unfathomable phenomena, and with a treasure mountain before them that they could not excavate, Black Robe cursed under his breath in frustration. Liu Guan cast him a sidelong glance.
"You understand it?"
"..."
"Go on, then. Weren't you staring quite intently just now?"
Before this uncle of his, Black Robe still felt fear rising from the depths of his heart. Rarely, he answered in a subdued tone, "Please enlighten me, Uncle."
"I don't understand, which is why I want to hear your opinion."
Seeing Liu Guan put it that way, Black Robe knew he could no longer evade the matter. His mind, feverish from frustration, cleared somewhat. Reviewing the phenomena he had observed at close range, he finally arrived at a series of conclusions.
"This nephew believes that the laws and primordial energy were all sucked away by that ghostly thing—it has such tremendous suction that once anything goes in, it never returns, and there is no feedback. That includes light. But light should bend and change direction. If this happened, then the light must have been affected and undergone some kind of reaction..."
By this point, Black Robe's explanation had become somewhat disordered, but Liu Guan still understood what he meant.
"You mean what we see is a snapshot from some moment that has already occurred. As for the subsequent changes there,