"Two Lei Zongchaos—which one was real, which one was fake, or... were they both real?"
Meng Chao felt as though he had stepped into empty air and plunged into an Ice Cave of utter confusion.
The appearance of the mummified corpse before him, as well as the code at the back of its head, were exactly identical to the real Lei Zongchao's. He could not spot the slightest flaw.
Yet the "Martial God" Lei Zongchao who had lived on the surface for decades had undergone countless most thorough physical scans, owing to his immense prestige and grievous injuries.
Dragon City's foremost medical experts and Spiritual Energy scholars had practically wished they could dismantle every one of his cells, carefully maintain them, and install them back in place.
If he had been a fake, some existence akin to a "monster wearing human skin," there was no way he could have slipped through the net.
For no reason at all, Meng Chao thought again of the scarlet afterimage that had split into two identical halves, like a mirror reflection.
And of the "monster version" of himself, horned and radiating a terrifying aura.
Since the scarlet afterimage could divide into two.
And there were entirely different Meng Chaos walking different paths.
Then why could the "Martial God" Lei Zongchao not have two versions, or even far more than two?
A thought suddenly stirred in Meng Chao's heart.
A faint scarlet afterimage drifted along every crisscrossing road that wound through Primordial City.
Meanwhile, he himself, the monster version of himself, Lü Siya, Wu Haibo, Long Feijun, Shen Yupeng, and the others were each pressing steadily forward along those roads.
Could it be that Lü Siya and the others had not been blundering about like headless flies, but were likewise following the scarlet afterimage's trail