But now Ye Lin had a new thought: would he perhaps encounter people from the future?
If he truly met someone from the future, perhaps he could ask whether his future self had succeeded or not.
"Fellow Daoist, from that expression of yours, I can already guess what you're thinking."
At that moment, Xuan Su's voice came from beside him.
Hearing this, Ye Lin turned to look at Xuan Su.
The two continued walking as they conversed.
"Fellow Daoist, are you wondering whether you might see the future of your own spacetime?"
After Xuan Su spoke, Ye Lin nodded lightly.
"Then I wish you luck. But it's probably impossible, because the moment you learn of your own future, you have already become a spacetime projection."
Xuan Su gave Ye Lin a mysterious look, leaving him to imagine it for himself.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, furrowed his brow slightly.
After a moment, Ye Lin gave up trying to imagine it.
Time was far too mysterious, far too complex. He still could not comprehend something so profound.
According to Xuan Su, from the moment he learned of his own future, the spacetime he inhabited would already be a spacetime projection.
And he himself would merely be a projection of the main spacetime.
So Ye Lin stopped thinking about it. As for whether he himself was a spacetime projection, that was naturally impossible.
"Be careful, Fellow Daoist. The first trial is here."
As Xuan Su spoke, the ancient road before Ye Lin's eyes suddenly began to collapse.
A thick, massive tentacle shot up fiercely from beneath the bottomless Abyss.
And that tentacle was targeting him.
"Sever."
Ye Lin raised two fingers like a sword and made a light stroke. An earth-shaking sword cry rang across heaven and earth, while the enormous tentacle before him