Faint ripples spread across the pale blue light membrane shrouding the Wine-Vessel Shaped Brass Building, as though an invisible hand had caught one end and peeled back this pale blue sheet of silk.
From the highest point of the dome downward, faint, fragmented rustling sounds, like ice cracking, rang out layer by layer.
The gauzy mist slowly slid down the windowpanes, and the grayish-white mountains and sparse clouds outside came back into sharp view, as if someone had wiped clean the layer of frosted glass before their eyes.
The frozen streams of data on the Sky Monitoring Instrument's screen began scrolling again. Slender ribbons of light wound down along the screen's edges like thawing waterfalls.
As the pale blue sheet in midair was peeled away, the dark blue-green aura that had gathered above the Central Base swiftly dispersed, along with the silvery-white lightning, which vanished in an instant.
It was as if everything they had heard and seen in the hall earlier had been an illusion.
As the dark clouds retreated and the silk swept past, the daylight that had been blurred for a long time brightened once more. In the past, Dylan had always felt that daytime in the Xuanhuang Small World was somewhat dim, but at this moment, he instead found the sky clear.
Sunlight slanted through the hall's window frames, casting a warm yellow wedge of light across the marble floor.
Within that sunlight, the silvery-white star rings surrounding the Central Base began going out one by one, contracting from the outer rings inward like receding tide lines, vanishing from the air circle after circle.
The magical vortex disappeared.
The chaotic magical region also calmed down. The air, once congealed like amber, became light again. Wind blew in from afar, rounding the eaves of the Brass Building