Lynch was slightly startled, a clear confusion in his eyes: "The future? Master, I don't quite understand... what is the connection between this creation and the 'future'?"
Gulwige didn't answer directly, he just gently waved his hand again.
The surroundings of the alchemy laboratory rippled like water, then quickly faded and disappeared. In the next moment, Lynch found himself standing on a sunny, lush green meadow. A gentle breeze wafted past, carrying the fragrance of grass and earth.
At his feet, a group of ants scurried busily among the grass blades, some laboriously dragging food scraps larger than themselves, others exploring new paths, the whole colony appearing orderly yet busily small.
Gulwige's figure appeared beside him, this Truth Wizard crouching like an ordinary old countryman, extending a finger and gently lifting a small patch of grass where the anthill was located.
