It was as if he was facing countless worlds.
They were grotesque, exaggerated, and grotesque, and each of them was different.
With their respective counterparts as the center, they split into eight directions.
Some of them were holding long swords, some were dressed in martial arts, some were naked, and some had dense and ferocious faces.
One by one, they all had different postures.
"Their faces are blurry and their figures can't be seen clearly, but these people seem to be me!"
Lin Chang 'an only felt that the surface of the lake was taking care of countless of himself.
He was a little puzzled.
"Something to do with the simulator? Or is it related to my transmigration?"
The three girls looked at the lake and were shocked. "What's going on?"
"You actually have so many metaphors for yourself?"
Lin Changan landed and looked at the three people who were captured. He pointed his sword at the blonde woman. "Tell me what you know."