What came after
was the present.
Turning his head, He Song swept his gaze once more over everything in the bustling city before him.
He Song closed his eyes.
The next moment,
an immense divine sense burst forth from He Song's body, instantly turning everything before him into an illusionary bubble.
And the true culprit hidden behind the scenes, who seemed to have intended to use these illusions to weaken He Song's fighting strength,
also seemed to sense He Song's power.
At last, it revealed itself before He Song.
When He Song opened his eyes,
he saw that the scene of the bustling city had vanished.
All around was utter darkness.
Only a single figure stood silently before him.
Raising his eyes,
He Song's gaze instantly swept over the figure.
Yet just as He Song took in the figure's appearance and build,
a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.
At this very moment,
the figure standing before He Song was not some hideous, terrifying creature.
Instead, he was handsome and dignified, with an otherworldly bearing.
Even as He Song looked up at him, the man gave He Song a slight nod, the corners of his lips curving upward.
The sight of that smile also brought a faint smile to He Song's face.
"Fighting myself?"
"Interesting."
"I just wonder whether this heart demon has my natal magic treasure, along with all the deeply concealed methods I possess."
The handsome, extraordinary figure before He Song seemed to be He Song himself.
Not only were his clothes identical to He Song's, even his appearance and bearing were exactly the same.
That was why such thoughts had arisen in He Song's mind.
Fighting himself
was not beyond He Song's expectations.
Although Meng Guan and True Monarch Luo Jing had never told him what