Chen Sheng stood quietly atop the Cloud Platform, his gaze heavy as he watched another dimension's version of himself from afar.
A thick, all-isolating dimensional barrier stretched between the two.
He could only passively observe, unable to approach, unable to touch, let alone interfere in the other's every word and deed.
The middle-aged fisherman in the mortal world was completely unaware.
He remained steady on the narrow fishing boat, repeating the daily routine of casting nets, sinking them, and patiently waiting for the catch.
Chen Sheng slightly raised his eyebrows, a faint trace of solemnity flashed across his eyes:
"I can't even make contact; the barrier isolates so thoroughly. How am I supposed to gather this scattered version of myself?"
The next moment, the instincts belonging to the Dimension Demon God quietly awakened.
