Ye Wudao stood in the White Space, where a fourth "himself" had appeared beside him.
Every "himself" looked exactly alike, with the same expression, the same bewilderment, and the same aura of the Way of Refining.
They looked at one another like mirrors reflecting mirrors, yet not one of them could offer an answer.
"Gasp..."
"We can't go on like this." Ye Wudao drew a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
He stopped looking at the "selves" who kept appearing and raised his head toward the "ceiling" of the White Space—that featureless, empty backdrop.
Suddenly, he realized something.
From the outside, these White Spaces looked like a long dragon, its head and tail connected, racing past his eyes.
Each White Space was like a "scene."
He had entered one before and encountered his past self.
Then his past self had become his present self, and his future self had joined them...
But the most important question was: after he entered this White Space, was the "flowing long dragon" outside still moving?
He closed his eyes and used his perception of the Space Great Dao to touch the boundary of the White Space.
Then he "saw" it.
Beyond the White Space, the long dragon made of countless White Spaces was still flowing.
And at every moment, a new "him" emerged from some White Space, only to dive back in again.
Those "himselves" were all Ye Wudao.
Not from the past, not from the future.
They were the same Ye Wudao, making the same choice at different "moments."
"I understand..."
Ye Wudao's eyes snapped open, a light unlike any he had ever seen flashing deep within his pupils.
"These White Spaces aren't spaces at all."
He looked at the "selves" still appearing around him. His voice was quiet, yet it struck