In a certain dimension of the universe.
Luo Qing, who had broken his brain and reconstructed his soul's origin, was quietly hovering in mid-air over the world of All Heavens.
He felt his thoughts constantly changing, and his entire consciousness sank into an unprecedented logical paradigm.
A gentle will resonated through the multiverse, countless timelines, countless universes, and different experiences of "me" were producing the Mandela Effect.
"Medicine Refining? Let's learn Medicine Refining today."
"What is that?" Luo Qing exclaimed, "Who are you, who's speaking again."
"I... am you," the voice said.
"What are you waiting for?" Luo Qing suddenly asked.
"Waiting for you to forget."
As the other spoke, Luo Qing gradually lost sensation, with only a vast white void surrounding him. No matter how he ran, escaped, shouted, or roared, it was of no use.
"Hahaha... Medicine Refining... Today we shall refine medicine."
"Hehehe... Let's refine artifacts today..."
