"Could it be that in the end, only I remained?"
Qin Jun thought to himself. If that were true, how lonely would that be?
And something was off!
Even if only he remained, he should still be able to create everything.
Besides, he would never let the people around him die!
He stopped and carefully observed himself in this space-time, his sword-like brows tightly furrowed.
He discovered that this version of himself had an inexplicably chilling aura. His eyes were hollow and lifeless, like those of a corpse. Seated upon the Supreme Divine Seat, he seemed to be pondering something.
Just then, the Qin Jun of that space-time suddenly raised his head and looked at Qin Jun.
Though they were separated by space-time, Qin Jun could tell that he was looking directly at him.
Two identical people stared at one another. It was incomparably bizarre.
Moreover, this Qin Jun came from trillions upon trillions of years in the future. Heaven knew how powerful he was.
Qin Jun felt his scalp tingle under that gaze, but for the sake of his pride, he did not look away. Their eyes remained locked, staring intently at one another.
After who knew how long, Qin Jun could no longer endure it.
Fine!
I lose!
Qin Jun looked away and continued traveling forward.
If he still could not see the end, he would turn back and try again after becoming even stronger.
The space-time projections he encountered afterward all contained only himself. He was still seated on the Supreme Divine Seat, looking up at him with hollow eyes full of deathly stillness.
Gradually, Qin Jun began to feel unwell. The soul-disorienting sensation from traveling along the Space-Time Line appeared once again.
It seemed he was reaching his limit.
Qin Jun stopped activating the Wheel of