"The Other Shore..."
An almost endless number of versions of himself from different timelines appeared before Ji Jingqiu's eyes.
At this moment, it was as if a ripple in his spirit had been stirred; Ji Jingqiu did not resist and allowed this ripple to spread, as though he had been swept into a grand dream.
In the dream, his understanding and memories fluctuated to various extents. He was no longer Ji Jingqiu, no longer World Venerable, no longer Buddha Master, but just an ordinary office worker.
It was as if something exploded in his mind, with countless streams of information flooding in, causing a splitting headache.
He struggled to get up from his desk. Under the bewildered gaze of his colleagues, he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and saw his middle-aged self reflected in the glass, along with the towering buildings outside...
Is this really me?
