"So that's how it is, what a pity!" Jiang Ming sighed and asked with a sudden thought, "I entered the World of secret realm twice. The first time it was brand new, with no Descenders; the second time there were Descenders, but the gap was a hundred years. I want to know, are all secret realm worlds independent, or are there countless replicas?"
This was a question that always lingered in his heart.
If they were independent, then how many worlds would there be?
If there were replicas...
Jiang Ming's heart grew heavy.
Qin Zhiyan shot him a sideways glance, pursed her lips, and muttered under her breath: All men are like pigs.
"They are both independent and yet replicating!" Elder Tang exposed a strange smile. With a raise of his hand, a stream of water was brought over and several branches diverged out from it extending in all directions. The divisions continued non-stop until the branches formed a dense mesh.
"Do you understand?" Elder Tang asked with a smile.
