After watching for only a moment, Xiao Hua's eyes began to swim. The whirlpools spun rapidly one after another; anyone who watched them for too long would see spots.
"Damn it~" Xiao Hua shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment, yet a dozen or so whirlpools still seemed to linger before his eyes! Only, these whirlpools were black and white, and they had stopped spinning.
All of a sudden, a flash of insight lit up Xiao Hua's mind, and he nearly cried out, "Rotation??"
Wasn't that so? Since the light and shadows lay within the whirlpools, and the whirlpools were rotating, then rotation was naturally the source of those light and shadows. With that thought, Xiao Hua looked up again. The dozen or so whirlpools within his sight rotated at differing levels, heights, and speeds. There was simply no pattern to be found.
After watching for a while, Xiao Hua seemed to discern a few clues. The rotations within those dozen or so whirlpools changed every moment, and every tiny change affected the light and shadows in midair. Yet after watching for another while, even releasing his Buddhist consciousness to observe carefully for some time, Xiao Hua had no choice but to give up dejectedly. There were countless whirlpools, containing countless rotations, and every rotation seemed to follow an exceedingly subtle pattern. When all those countless patterns were piled together, calling them a tangled skein of a thousand threads would not be an exaggeration. Finding a way into the spell formation in such a short time was truly unrealistic.
When Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the light and shadows, then at the three people concentrating intently, he smiled bitterly again. "Sigh, this Xiao has drilled into a bull's horn! This Xiao did not come