"Rakshasa God Bibi Dong!"
The moment that name rang out, Saintess Bibi Dong was utterly dumbfounded.
She stood frozen in place, her mind a complete blank, even forgetting to breathe.
Then, deep within the darkness of her Spiritual Sea, a violet light slowly gathered.
A woman clad in violet divine armor, with exquisitely lovely features identical to her own, stepped out of the void.
The same face, the same figure—even the subtle curves of her gaze were exactly alike.
The only difference was that the other "her" had an unfathomable layer of coldness and madness in her eyes, the marks left by countless years steeped in hatred and obsession.
Rakshasa God Bibi Dong raised her head slightly and looked at Zhang Qingxuan, a hint of surprise in her otherwise calm voice. "How did you figure it out?"
Zhang Qingxuan shrugged, looking casual. "Once you've seen enough, you know."
Rakshasa God Bibi Dong nodded without pressing further.
Looking at this "herself" before her, Saintess Bibi Dong felt a chill shoot from the soles of her feet straight to the crown of her head. She instinctively shrank behind Zhang Qingxuan, her voice trembling:
"Old Celestial Master... wh-what's going on?"
Zhang Qingxuan sighed. "Well, how should I put this... she's you. Your future self. Or rather—you from another world."
Those three successive mentions of "you" sent Saintess Bibi Dong's CPU smoking.
What the hell?
Why do I feel like I've become the very definition of ignorance?!
She blinked blankly, her brain utterly unable to turn anymore.
Seeing this, Zhang Qingxuan shook his head helplessly. "Let me give you an example. Parallel worlds. Do you understand?"
Saintess Bibi Dong shook her head with perfect honesty. "No."
Zhang Qingxuan rubbed his forehead, feeling that explaining parallel-universe theory to her was more exhausting than a fight.