The battleship that could devour worlds had ultimately become nothing more than a backdrop... The sky above Dream Castle looked like an oil painting.
Until this moment, Yu Huatian still felt that something was unreal—both because of this journey and because of himself.
"I don't believe I'm merely a false body."
He was speaking with Fu An Zhe. This conversation would determine whether they would once again fight to the death or handle things another way.
The mutated young man Huai An stood not far away, silently waiting.
Fu An Zhe said indifferently, "What does that have to do with me?"
Yu Huatian said, "There only needs to be one Yu Huatian in this world, but that doesn't mean you and I must fight to the death."
Fu An Zhe seemed thoughtful. "What do you mean?"
"Yu Huatian can be a name. It can also be..." Yu Huatian said solemnly, "two people."
"You want me to be your hidden self?" Fu An Zhe couldn't help giving a cold laugh. Their ways of thinking could be called identical; it would not be an exaggeration to say they were of one mind.
"I can be the hidden self as well." Yu Huatian said calmly, "We can take turns... You should know that this is a solution that benefits us both."
Fu An Zhe fell silent.
Within Chiwang Tomb, meetings between an original body and its clone would drive them mad, making the killing intent in their hearts difficult to suppress... This was an instinctive recognition of one's own uniqueness.
Yet this pair seemed somewhat special. Fu An Zhe had already submitted to the Evil God. As an apostle, the deity was greater, and faintly, there seemed to be a willingness to sacrifice himself for the deity. It was a kind of rebirth,