"But if Xu Ying can make the Sea of Chaos clear, why does he still need to open up the Sea of Chaos?"
Hun Tunsheng was somewhat puzzled. What puzzled him even more was another question: "And which one is Xu Ying's true body?"
Even though he had already cultivated to the end of the Chaos Great Dao, he could not help feeling lost. There were so many Xu Yings, including the Xu Ying who had created the world from nothing, that he could not distinguish which one was the real Xu Ying.
In his view, whether it was a clone, an incarnation, or a Dao body, there had to be an original body. In battle, killing the original body would resolve the fight.
Yet all these Xu Yings seemed to be the original Xu Ying. There were no clones, incarnations, or Dao bodies at all!
"Fellow Daoist Hun Tun, every one of the 'me' you see is the real me. Each is a segment of projection in reincarnation, a possibility within causality."
One Xu Ying walked up to him and said with a smile, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on cultivating to the end of the Chaos Great Dao."
Hun Tunsheng understood. With a sigh, he said, "No wonder when we observed your future back then, all we could see was a patch of chaos. Even when we occasionally saw something, it was not very real. So you created billions of directions for yourself to advance through the cycles of causality and reincarnation. Every choice created one of you. All these versions of you formed your state of chaos. Chaos Lord truly lives up to his name."
Xu Ying in his state of chaos had a future that could not be deduced or grasped.
This state was truly wondrous. No matter