What kind of information would be crucial enough?
Time?
Space?
Layers?
Or...
In a flash of inspiration, Lin Yi condensed a thousand words into a single sentence-
"Maozi, I'm here to save you!"
Mao Feiyang, who was descending the stairs in the corridor with the other Art Students, suddenly shuddered. Then a light that did not suit his temperament flickered in his eyes.
As though in a trance, he began to murmur:
"Everything... proceed according to plan..."
"It's... not time yet..."
Lin Yi was startled. "What...?!"
But before he could learn anything more, his field of vision rippled again, and he lost contact with Maozi...
"Maozi... no, we really do have a plan!" Delighted yet complicated understanding appeared in Lin Yi's eyes. "I'm the only one who still doesn't know what it is..."
"But come to think of it, is Liangzi part of our plan?"
Lin Yi drifted into a daze. After that brief moment, his field of vision changed again, and this time it was even more outrageous. He seemed to see...
An isolated island.
Had the place not been covered in the yellowish-brown building material unique to the Art Building, he would have thought his consciousness had been pushed overseas by the Sanctuary's pressure wave.
Everything here was built from enormous yellowish-brown rocks. Every stone bore the marks of time, its rough surface covered in moss and mottled cracks, as though telling stories of the past. It towered at the highest point of Black Moon Outpost, so close to the sky that it seemed within reach...
"Wait... is this?!"
On this "isolated island," he actually saw the Clock Tower?!
The Clock Tower was the highest point in the entire Art Building, but seemingly, seemingly it was not the only one. This mysterious isolated island was almost as high