Changsun Tingzhi looked at the man with an impassive expression.
The Changsun Tingzhi inside gave a cold laugh. "Don't put on that look, and don't take yourself for the real me. You are, in the end, merely a divided incarnation. You won't be able to hide it in the Clear Vault Upper Layer for long."
Changsun Tingzhi said blandly, "I will not waste so many useless words as you do."
The Changsun Tingzhi inside looked at him with pity, shook his head, and said, "What is real cannot be made false, and what is false cannot be made real. Once you take yourself for me, you have truly lost yourself."
Changsun Tingzhi said no more and turned to leave. He still had many matters to attend to and no time to linger here.
As for this person, he had been fashioned from within his own Dao methods. This was also an inevitable path for the Dao method of his lineage to reach superior fruition.
This avatar had been refined by him and inherited part of his original cognition. When it was first created, it had been only a wisp of vital aura. As his cultivation and refinement deepened, it would grow ever closer to him, coming to believe that it was the real one and that he, instead, had been refined into being.
As for who would replace whom in the end, that was difficult to say.
This cultivation method was exceedingly perilous to the cultivator himself. The further one went, the closer the two became. The incarnation resembled him, while he himself might also begin to trend toward the outer body.
It was a process of confrontation. In the end, this body might become so similar that even he himself could no longer tell them apart.
Yet only by