Fang Xiaocao executed a Praying Mantis Fist, forcing Zuo Ci to retreat step by step. Zuo Ci stared at Fang Xiaocao in shock.
His gaze carried a hint of existential doubt.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"How can your consciousness travel from the future back into a body in the past?"
Zuo Ci glared at Fang Xiaocao in disbelief, shouting angrily as he questioned.
Even with the undeniable truth standing before him, Zuo Ci remained unwilling to accept it—Fang Xiaocao could actually use consciousness to return from the future to the past.
To Zuo Ci, this was absolutely absurd. That technology—he was supposed to be the only one who mastered it.
Back when he pioneered this technology, it had shaken the entire scientific community, advancing the current state of technological development by over a century.
