Behind me, a pair of blazing-hot hands was still channeling power into my body. When I stopped circulating my cultivation technique, Dongfang Fu still seemed unable to react, so I could only turn around and look at him. By then, tears were streaming down his face, and he was completely unable to control his emotions.
"Old freak! Are you all right?" I hurriedly shouted.
Dongfang Fu began sobbing, "It's her. It's her. It's really her..."
"Hey, speak properly. Don't cry like you're singing." I was caught between laughter and tears. I could only look toward Zhao Qian, who nodded, apparently having confirmed Han Shanshan's condition as well. I nodded and hurried after Han Shanshan.
Before long, I returned to the side hall, only to find that Han Shanshan had hurriedly driven away all the researchers and taken out a formation plate. She twisted it open, revealing a vast starry world. At that moment, she began muttering under her breath, laying out the stars one by one, as if constantly evolving the nebulae of a New World.
I had originally planned to ask what had gotten into her, but when I thought of the woman who had suddenly kissed me earlier, I immediately shut my mouth. Looking at Han Shanshan's incomparably serious expression now, how different was she from that woman? If they wore the same clothes and carried the same bearing, what difference would there be?
Han Shanshan was probably her after several lifetimes and countless different experiences. Yet at the same time, she was also an existence different from her—very likely an example of a divided soul ultimately becoming stronger than the main soul.
This gave me a terrible headache as well. At this point, it was already difficult to distinguish who was who. Was she that woman or