The entire development of events was undoubtedly becoming more and more wrong.
Blood Saint could clearly sense that the figure beyond the Dimensional Gate was fundamentally completely different from Zhao Cheng.
Or rather, across infinite spacetime, there were as countless as the sands of the Ganges beings with identical appearances, but beings with identical origins simply did not exist.
Within dimensions, two identical leaves might exist, but never two completely identical lives.
And the innermost core of one's origin was the life-spirit radiance.
That was something truly one of a kind.
Even one's parallel-space selves, before achieving unity on the spatial level, possessed spirit radiances that were merely similar, not wholly identical.
Even for Immortals and Eternals, so long as they had not achieved unity across the timeline, their spirit radiances differed greatly in different eras; there was no single thread running through them all.
Thus, lookalikes were actually very common in dimensions.
But at a time like this, in a place like this, for someone with a different origin yet a similar appearance to emerge, Blood Saint felt that the problem was rather grave.
After all, the form assumed by that terrifying existence beyond the Dimensional Gate was certainly meaningful.
Appearance was of little use to the weak.
But for the strong, "form" was a powerful force.
Dharma Images, divine images, Dao images...
In the Origin Domain, comprehending the Dharma allowed one to condense countless Dharma Images. Take Wuluo, that former great boss who now could not even compare to a Grunt, the former transport captain—he had condensed thirty-three images. Thirty-three images, thirty-three lives; every image was different, each possessing different immense divine might.
Among them, many images had been evolved after he condensed the Dao essences of certain powerful beings and turned them to his own use, making