Elsewhere, the two Zhao Xiaoxiangs were drinking tea and chatting.
Of them, the Zhao Xiaoxiang from the real world was using a puppet body.
This was undoubtedly one application of Authority.
Because of their age difference, the real-world Zhao Xiaoxiang was naturally taller and carried a far more mature air.
"Zhao Cheng, why can I travel to this world, but she can't reach mine?!"
The real-world Zhao Xiaoxiang asked.
At that moment, Zhao Cheng stood beneath an old tree in the courtyard. Mottled light and shadow spilled over him, and a jade-like sheen appeared upon his body.
"I'm still exploring that myself. The most likely possibility at present is that the real world is the origin of all parallel spacetime. The evolution of spacetime gives birth to infinite possibilities—to countless worldlines."
"Indeed, to us, both worlds are undeniably real. But from a multiversal perspective, perhaps they are two mirrors reflecting one another. The infinite illusory images within the mirrors can alternate and pass through each other without issue. But if an image within the mirrors tries to go to the primordial source between those two mirrors, the image vanishing is the only possible outcome."
Zhao Cheng gave his answer.
"If we leave, what will happen to this world? And what will happen to the you in this world?"
Zhao Xiaoxiang continued. She had wanted to ask this for a long time.
After all, there was a Zhao Cheng in the real world, and another in this world.
According to some fringe knowledge she had learned, parallel worlds would only manifest when observed, and would collapse when unobserved...
"No. You're the only one leaving."
"As for me—the me in the real world and the me in this world are both me. We are not two separate individuals."
"They are only two