Three years later.
The hall where Green resided was utterly empty. Aside from stone tables and stools fused with the earth, there was nothing else.
Little wonder. Ever since Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi had left an unknown-pattern curse upon Green, any energy or matter that came into contact with him would, given enough time, lose its outline and vanish for no reason at all.
Even Green did not know whether to classify it as a curse technique or a special ability.
But judging from its current effects, it was highly contagious toward ordinary matter, while its contagion toward energy was much weaker. As for living beings, it could at most affect some flowers, grass, and shrubs. No animal had yet been erased because of Green.
Silent, the Three-Colored Light Eyes blinked as Green continuously browsed the light-screen contents within the crystal ball, attempting to find records in the Book of the Holy Tower about ancient wizards who had suffered circumstances like his own. Yet he found nothing.
Instead, one crystal ball after another had been erased in his hands, but Green did not give up.
With the vast knowledge contained in the Book of the Holy Tower, even if there was no clear answer, so long as he was willing to put in the effort, he would surely uncover some clues rather than remain as utterly clueless as he was now.
"Ah..."
Green sighed as he searched through the records.
The crystal ball floating before him first had its outer outline erased bit by bit by an unknown force. Then, from the outside inward, the crystal ball slowly disappeared.
Behind the Face of Truth, Green's Three-Colored Light Eyes watched the entire process of the crystal ball's disappearance with rapt attention.
"Five point three one seconds. Two thousandths of a second