"Very good. It seems you've already noticed."
"Go on—grasp it. Grasping it means grasping power!"
At that moment, Belvia too sensed the indescribably immense power within that crimson gleam. It felt as though, if she could only seize it, she would become capable of anything.
So she stopped running and immediately followed his instructions, grabbing it tightly in her mind.
In an instant, endless crimson radiance erupted. Before that radiance, the black mist had no power to resist. The entire world of space and time seemed to tremble at that very moment, as if welcoming it—cheering, cheering for the arrival of this supreme power!
Belvia was brimming with confidence, but the very next moment, she took off running again.
"Zhao Cheng, why is this different from what you said? What can this toothpick even do?"
"You want me to fight a monster to the death with this thing?"
"I seriously suspect that the future me has some kind of grudge against you. Did she offend you somewhere?!"
The Queen of this era was still merely a lively young girl. Her personality was vastly different from her future self.
But in truth, they were all her!
Or rather, the self was not merely the person of a single instant, but the sum of every "me" across past and future. That was the complete self.
As for this space-time, it was not truly a return to the past. Rather, the space-time of the self seemed to confirm the principle: I think, therefore I am; therefore, the world is.
Its specific changes were somewhat akin to the cosmic light supported by the ninth sense, yet in truth, they were two different things.
Zhao Cheng was still exploring this point. The higher he stood and the farther he walked, the more he felt that