The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Gu Xu shook his head, trying to see more clearly.

Of course, at this moment he was still in his own dark mental sea.

In the hallucination just now, the tattered battle flags, the corpses scattered on the ground, and the old friends lying in pools of blood all collapsed and vanished like the receding tide.

It turned into a pile of shattered light spots.

At this moment, Gu Xu was absolutely certain that if it had been just one second later...

The independent consciousness belonging to "Gu Xu" will be completely erased, and in its place will be that ancient monster called "Lord of the Old Days".

He looked up and his vision became clearer; the figure in the light gradually became clearer.

At first, it was just a vague outline, but soon, that outline became tangible.

It was a figure wearing a tattered black robe.

The edges of the black robe were tattered, as if it had survived countless brutal battles...

It was as if they had suffered countless calamities.

Most strikingly, the man's entire body, even his exposed neck and arms, was wrapped in old, dark bandages stained with dried blood.

The moment Gu Xu saw that figure, his mind went blank.

A strong sense of familiarity, so intense it defied description, instantly swept through his entire body.

This sense of familiarity doesn't come from having met someone before.

Rather, it stems from a kind of absolute resonance deep within one's heart.

This resonance transcends visual perception, reaching the very core of his consciousness.

It was as if, at the moment he regained the heart of the past.

It's more like... he's looking in a mirror.

This feeling is so eerie, yet so real.

Gu Xu could even sense that the other person's posture and breathing frequency were in a strange synchronization with his own.

Gu Xu stood still, not making any rash moves.

He watched the black-robed figure with his back to him warily, the power of calamity within his body beginning to circulate again, ready to deal with any possible changes.

It's understandable that he's cautious; it's just that his fantasy just now felt too real.

"Who are you?"

A moment later, Gu Xu's voice echoed in the vast emptiness of his mind, carrying a strong sense of vigilance.

The black-robed figure opposite did not answer immediately.

He simply stood quietly in that ball of light, letting the darkness churn around him.

After a moment, the young man in black robes finally moved.

He slowly turned around.

As he moved, the large black hood slipped back slightly, revealing his face wrapped in bandages.

However, the moment Gu Xu saw the other person's face clearly, he was struck dumb, and his pupils suddenly contracted in extreme shock!

That was a face... one he knew all too well.

Even though that face had several shocking scars, and even though those eyes were filled with a deathly stillness and depth, Gu Xu would never mistake him.

That's him!

"This...how is this possible..."

Gu Xu subconsciously took half a step back.

In this perilous spiritual sea, filled with the invasion of ancient divinity, at this critical juncture where he could be possessed at any moment, he actually saw another version of himself.

Gu Xu, dressed in a tattered black robe, covered in blood and wounds.

The person opposite him, "Gu Xu," looked at him and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

There was no hostility in that smile; instead, it carried a hint of relief and an indescribable weariness.

Gu Xu's brain was racing, with countless thoughts colliding and intertwining in his mind.

He stared at the black-robed youth in front of him who looked exactly like him, yet exuded a completely different aura, and the shock in his heart was like a churning sea.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered some things he had experienced before.

While in the Silver Moon Realm, he sensed a sense of familiarity that transcended time and space emanating from his hometown, Tianqi City.

The thrill he felt at that moment made him uneasy, and even made him speed up the process of clearing the checkpoint.

Moreover, after he devoured the genius Tires of the Lighthouse Kingdom and obtained the mythical talent "Weaving of Destiny", he once activated the Causal Vision.

At that time, he saw the double red line of fate in himself.

One of them connects to this secret realm, while the other is entangled in ominous black energy, pointing straight into the depths of the void.

It was during that tracing of the source that he caught a glimpse of those terrifying, lifeless eyes from afar.

He almost ended up with his soul scattered.

A double red line of fate, a sense of familiarity with Tianqi City.

All these clues were forcibly connected at this moment, pointing to an extremely absurd yet only reasonable answer.

The person in front of him was indeed himself.

But definitely not the person he is now.

"You... are I from the future?"

Gu Xu stared at the young man in black robes and asked the question with difficulty.

He couldn't think of any other explanation besides this one.

Only your future self can have the exact same soul resonance.

Only our future selves can leave behind that overlapping thread of cause and effect in the weaving of fate.

But how is that possible?

The laws of time are the most indestructible iron law in the entire universe.

No one, no god, not even one with the power to destroy galaxies, can truly reverse the flow of time and return to the past.

Even if he really is his future self, how did he end up here?

Why was he covered in wounds?

Why did he appear in this "Old Brain" mental sea that was trying to erase its own humanity?

A greater sense of doubt began to grow in Gu Xu's mind.

If my future self appears here, wouldn't that mean that in the original timeline, I didn't die in this trap?

But if I didn't die, why would my future self take such a huge risk to travel through time and space to come back?

This paradoxical logic caused his mind to briefly freeze.

"How did you do that? What are you here for?"

Clearly, Gu Xu was stunned at this moment and asked several questions in a row.

Faced with Gu Xu's repeated questioning, the young man in black robes did not provide a detailed answer.

His eyes were simply fixed on Gu Xu.

His gaze conveyed a profound sense of weight that had transcended countless years.

"Time is running out."

The black-robed youth's voice was extremely hoarse, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude: "There are some things you don't need to know right now."

"The more you know, the heavier the causal thread that binds you becomes, which is actually a burden to you."

He raised his hand, which was wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and pointed to the depths of this sea of ​​consciousness.

The darkness there was churning again, and the icy divinity that had been scattered by a roar was now beginning to gather once more.

Clearly, the "Old Brain" has not given up its struggle for the body.

It is organizing a new wave of consciousness invasion.

"If you don't want to end up like me, don't ask so many questions."

The young man in the black robe spoke in a serious tone, with an unquestionable command.

Then, he turned around, his back to Gu Xu, leaving only three simple words.

"Stay close to me."