Chen Luo looked at the other version of himself at the end of the pillar of light.
It was more like a phantom of Chen Luo, its expression remaining vacant and dazed throughout.
That look belonged to him in his previous life.
Yes, vacant and dazed.
All alone, he had endured nearly seven years of soul-chilling loneliness. By then, Chen Luo had already been on the verge of collapse.
The most terrifying thing in the world was to be the only person left in it.
Unable to bear it any longer, Chen Luo had chosen to bury himself alive.
His last thought had been that if he could return to the past, he would find plenty of people to keep him company.
Chen Luo suddenly understood. This wasn't his future self, but his past self-the version of him from his previous life.
This spacetime esper ability borrowed his power.
It only borrowed his power, though. His past self's consciousness hadn't been summoned along with it.
He was purely a tool.
An understanding dawned on Chen Luo: no matter how powerful he became, only one version of him could exist in each spacetime.
Chen Luo smiled. Bai Hao, you think you're such a badass, huh? No matter how badass you are, you're still only King Rank.
Very soon, you'll witness the power of Emperor Rank.
Especially since, in this life, Chen Luo had mastered many combat abilities he'd never possessed in his previous life.
If Bai Hao had brought fifty or sixty King Ranks with him, even an Emperor Rank really couldn't have beaten them. But there were only three King Ranks present.
Bai Hao, Black Killer Whale, and White Gull.
I could take you all on with one... hmm, one toe.
Chen Luo's smile abruptly vanished, and his face turned