Late at night, while Lin Xia was cleaning up her grandmother's old house, she discovered a dusty iron box. The surface of the box is mottled and engraved with strange runes, like some ancient code. She opened it with trembling fingers, and there was a glowing mist floating in the box. A picture vaguely emerged in the mist - a strange street, with a girl who looked like herself standing on the corner of the street, holding a withered blue flower in her hand.
Is this... My future self? Lin Xia murmured to herself. The fog suddenly hit her, and she felt dizzy. When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing on the street in the picture. The cold wind carried a damp breath, and the pedestrians around looked in a hurry, as if they were being pulled by invisible ropes. She held the blue flower tightly, and the petals turned into ashes in her palm, turning into a trail of guiding light.
She ran along the traces of light, through the twisted folds of time and space, and finally stopped in an abandoned laboratory. There are countless clones with the same face as himself soaked in the glass vessel.
The moonlight was shining outside the iron box window, and she finally understood: the so-called cultivation
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
