Lu Ban stood at the entrance of the Temple, filled with a sense of distortion and bizarreness. Observing carefully, he realized this was because the angles of the walls were peculiar, not the traditional right angles, nor did they appear to be acute or obtuse. In fact, these were angles not found in the human world.
Staring at such angles for too long easily causes one's head to swirl and consciousness to blur.
The Temple was surely not made by humans, at least not by those of this world.
As for the aesthetic preferences of the Foreign Domain's natives, that was beyond Lu Ban's concern.
He glanced to the side.
Outside was boundless darkness, pure, absolute, eternal; even Lu Ban's "True Sight" saw nothing but a tranquil expanse.
Even "information" was completely absent, an utter void.
This Temple was suspended in midair, with endless darkness in every direction.
Lu Ban understood, this was the "Seal".
