The Silver Door gave off a sense of contradiction. Something external was affecting it.
This created a very strange visual scene.
The Silver Door flickered in and out of sight in front of Ke Meng.
One moment, Ke Meng remembered it; the next, he forgot there was a door in front of him. It was baffling.
His companions were baffled too.
Whenever the door disappeared, they forgot about it.
Ke Meng had high Spirituality, and after it happened repeatedly, he began to find it strange.
Still, pushing the door open was their priority.
Ke Meng stepped forward, approaching the Silver Door, his palm about to touch it.
Fifty centimeters, forty centimeters, thirty centimeters.
Just then, someone suddenly called out.
"Something's wrong with this door. Let's back off and discuss it again," Old Shi said.
Old Shi's Spirituality was surging. The side effects of using the Mother of Teleportation Stones were still affecting him, and he seemed to have sensed something deeper.
At Old Shi's words, Ke Meng and the others retreated a hundred meters to discuss opening the door again.
"Someone pushed that door open. I can sense that it was pushed open, but I don't know why. That person seems desperate to hide the door, to keep us from knowing about it." Old Shi frowned as he described what he felt.
In terms of Spirituality, Old Shi's was even more active than Ke Meng's.
Ke Meng looked back. There was nothing there. He saw no door, only a wall with a square hole smashed through it.
A few seconds later, he saw the Silver Door set into the wall again, looking perfectly natural.
Nobody remembered who had opened the door.
Who exactly was that person?
Ke Meng couldn't remember either, no matter how hard he racked his brains.
It