Lukka himself felt that this action was a bit silly.

He was now under the influence of the magic of retrospective vision, not really projecting himself into a past time, just an observer who was outside the reality of that time, and even with his best efforts, it was impossible to have any effect on the events of years ago.

However, the moment he made contact with that cloud of silver light, the amethyst staff, Lukka holding the staff, and the flowing green point of light in his hand were all pulled by a huge force, spinning and sucking into the range of this silver light.

In his speculation before shutting up, the roots of the sacred tree were likely to contain condensed spiritual power, and all of Luca's preparations were based on this speculation. Soon, however, he discovered that he had made a serious error in his judgment.

After a brief moment of dizziness, Lukka rubbed his forehead and straightened up.

He looked around and realized that this was not the place he had envisioned. Around him, there was only a misty silver glow, and nothing else could be seen.

He took two steps forward, and there was no change around him, the soft silver mist neither thickened nor dissipated, as if he was just moving forward in place.

"What is this place?" Lukka said to himself.

Suddenly, the surrounding silver light became sharp, and a circular ground with a diameter of about ten meters appeared around his location, and outside of this circle, countless vertical planes radiated outward, standing around him. It is like a photo album without a front and back cover, and the pages of the album are evenly opened and connected from end to end.

Countless of the same voices came from each page of the album at the same time, and it seemed that there were countless Lukka asking questions at the same time.

Lukka was startled, and looked closely at the photoalbum-like planes around him. From a distance, each page seemed to be a photograph, but when he tried to see it, it became blurry.

He wanted to get closer, but as he walked, the albums moved with him, always keeping a distance of about five meters from him.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind Luca, a soft and pleasant female voice with some warmth, like a summer breeze on her face.

"Who are you, and how did you get here?" the voice asked. In the same state as Lukka was talking to herself just now, her voice sounded like countless of the same voices coming out at the same time, and then overlapping each other.

Behind Luca, there were also countless vertical planes, and he turned around, and at the angle where the sound came from, there seemed to be a shadow shaking in countless planes at the same time.

Lukka gripped his staff and stood diagonally in front of him, assuming a defensive pose. He is still in the process of "looking back to the vision", and he can't cast other spells, the so-called "defense", but in case someone runs over, he can use his staff as a stick to hit him a few times.

"Alas......" the voice sighed slightly, "it turns out that you are also trapped here." ”

"Who are you?" Lukka asked.

"Here, there is no meaning in your existence, and you don't need to ask. The voice said.

"But I asked, and answering it won't make you lose a piece of meat. Luca said.

Probably never heard anyone talk like this, and the voice laughed out loud: "Okay, it seems like you're funny." So, before you disappear, let's talk. ”

"Disappear?" Lukka frowned.

"Don't worry, you won't feel anything. The voice said.

"I'd rather have a feeling than go away. Lukka shook his head, "But now, can you tell me what the hell is going on?"

The voice chuckled, but there was a little sadness in his voice: "Don't be anxious, the least important thing here is to be anxious."

"You just asked me who I was," she paused, "I don't have a name, I was nothing more than a plant before I was trapped here. ”

"Plants again?" Lukka had a headache when he heard about plants lately.

The voice continued, "I remember that the creature that resembles you gave me a not-so-nice name, as if it were the 'Sacred Tree'. It's just ridiculous, I'm not exactly woody, I'm just taller. ”

"You're the Sacred Tree?" Lukka was a little surprised, "So, you sent Dolan out?"

"Dolan, which Dolan?" asked the Sacred Tree.

Lukka realized that the other party probably didn't know the name the wood spirit had used when he left the island, so he changed his words: "It's the willow tree that grows on the white shore." ”

"Oh, it's him. "He is indeed a branch of me. ”

"What do you mean by being trapped here, what the hell is this place?" Lukka asked.

The shadow in the pile of albums flickered: "Do you want to look around, tell me, what do you see?"

"A lot of huge pictures?" Luca said, thinking that the other party had probably never seen a camera like this, so he changed his words, "There are a lot of huge paintings, standing around me." ”

"Yes," the salsa sounded in the album, like the sound of leaves being swept by the wind, "what you see here, it's called: time." ”

"When?"

"You probably think that time is a long river that flows forward and onward?" I remember some people talking about it in my trunk," said the sacred tree, "but in reality time is a myriad of frozen pictures, and you just keep jumping from one of them to the next. It's just that this interval is small enough that it feels like time is flowing. ”

"That's right. Lukka nodded.

The sacred tree seemed a little surprised: "Don't you feel surprised?"

"Makes sense. Luca said.

He has seen a lot of movies before crossing over, and he is not unfamiliar with this statement, and the movie itself is not produced by the continuous screening of frame-by-frame pictures?

"You're interesting. The Sacred Tree said.

"So, this is where time overlaps?" Lukka spun around, "Then why did you say I'd disappear?"

"Because," sighed the sacred tree, "you are now standing in this circle, that is to say, you are no longer present in any picture of time. You don't 'will' disappear, you don't exist in the known world. ”

"Oh, it's okay," Lukka didn't care, "I'm not a physical one here, anyway, just a magical projection." ”

"Really?" the Sacred Tree disagreed, "So, why can't I see you on every page?"