"[Historical Reflection] did not die. It is a concept that cannot be killed. As long as false history exists in this world, it will exist forever.
It merely returned to the Forbidden Domain for the time being, waiting for an opportunity to descend again.
Mr. Bai, please remain vigilant against the dangers of [Historical Reflection].
History is the skeleton of time. Remove its bones, and civilization will eventually collapse.
If even the past can be fabricated at will, then everything in the present and every hope for the future will become an absurd joke that can be overturned at any moment.
To delay the descent of [Historical Reflection], either close the Forbidden Domain or eliminate its anchors.
Everyone who knows of it is an anchor.
The moment you learn of it, it also means its gaze has fallen upon you.
I have erased part of the memories of everyone who accidentally entered false history, to prevent them from being drawn into history again."
After reading the message, Bai Ye's lips curved into a smile. "As reliable as ever."
As his words fell, the world shattered with a thunderous crash.
Ember Town.
The previously deserted streets suddenly grew a little livelier.
Over a hundred people appeared seamlessly in the streets, taverns, and homes. Some were chatting, others shopping. Their actions continued uninterrupted, but a flicker of bewilderment crossed every face.
Their bewilderment lasted only a moment before they returned to their own business.
Bai Ye narrowed his eyes slightly. No wonder the bartender who had mixed his Moon Sea earlier had complained that he had no idea where everyone had disappeared to lately, and that business was getting worse.
These people had all been sucked into history and become historical figures. Naturally, they had ceased to exist in the Real