"I felt like my future self was bored out of his mind too... What an ancient running gag, and he actually remembered it for who knew how many tens of thousands of years." Wang Qi shook his head as he sent his power into Gai Heixinghu's body, wiping out that force of Black Mist.
He had not known how to dispel this mysterious technique before. But now, he was a precognitive.
So he knew.
All it took was refined spiritual power—adjusted, circulated, turned—and that strange force could be effortlessly eradicated.
Yet Wang Qi understood this power less and less.
This Black Mist definitely knew the Transforming Method.
But what exactly was it?
Wang Qi had once suspected that this was some version of the Beast Mechanism evolutionary path that even he himself did not recognize. After all, everything the Black Mist had done really did resemble his own handiwork.
But he genuinely did not know why he would do such a thing. What benefit could it bring?
And... if it was his future self, why did the Black Mist lack precognition?
By Wang Qi's understanding, any version of himself capable of meeting him would most likely possess precognitive abilities.
But the Black Mist clearly did not.
Otherwise, it would not have needed to use an Illusion Technique that altered memories.
After driving out all those foreign forces, Wang Qi's other companions were still in a state of collapse.
They no longer knew what they should believe.
What was real? What was illusion? Where was the boundary between the two?
They could not make heads or tails of it.
Had their memories been altered?
Were they inside an illusion?
Had they entered another history?
Or did they fundamentally not exist, mere things created by the labyrinth?
They could not understand.
They