Of course, though Zhao Cheng said that, he knew full well that there were still unknowns within these information clusters of Wang Hao's. The real world was one thing, but the distance between the instances and the real world was impossible to measure. Zhao Cheng even suspected that they were not on the same sea at all.
Or perhaps they did not even exist in the same time.
For now, this was something that information projections from parallel spacetime could not explain.
But there was no point in voicing such doubts, so Zhao Cheng said nothing.
"What effect will merging with oneself from a parallel spacetime have?!"
"I remember that many ancient scriptures speak of immortals, Buddhas, gods, and saints enlightening their selves from other spacetime realms to gain great divine power. That is one thing when such enlightenment is done voluntarily, but with a passive fusion, is there a primary self and a secondary self?!"
"Or is this fusion actually a form of possession, where the strong take everything and the weak vanish into ashes?"
Lord suddenly spoke bluntly, startling Wang Hao badly.
Was it really all right to ask that question in front of him?!
"I am myself. What primary or secondary distinction could there be?!"
Zhao Cheng shook his head.
"Even an ordinary person shows different faces when facing different people and environments. Take a successful middle-aged man: at his company, he is stern and sparing with smiles. Yet at home, before the wife and children he dearly loves, he is surely gentle, his smile never fading. Before close friends, he may be lively—old in years but young at heart—talking of heaven and earth, holding nothing back. Before strangers, he is cold, unwilling to spare them another glance or another word."
"And those are only the facets