When the Tianhe River washed out half of the jade scroll, what leaked from Xuan Ming's fingers was not the starlight, but the future that was happening - the blood drops splashed from the broken horn of the ancestral dragon solidified into emeralds, Yuan Feng's dying cry left scorch marks on the jade scroll, and Qilin's collapsed body turned into flowing basalt. These three death scenes presented simultaneously made this humble Tianhe guard the biggest variable in the world.
The vision of the chaos observer fluctuated for the first time. In the script that they have weaved for 129,600 reincarnations, there has never been an eye that could see three endings at the same time. When Xuan Ming trembled and used the jade book to predict tomorrow's battle, the entire Milky Way suddenly boiled - every drop of water reflected a different scene of destruction, and in the center of all the pictures, stood himself with the runes of chaos emerging between his eyebrows.
"Choose your camp." The flame of Yuan Feng writes a contract in the clouds, and the nine tail feathers correspond to nine different world lines.
"Hand over the power of foresight." The breath of the ancestor dragon freezes time and space, and thousands of dragon shadows perform the plan of imprisoning eternity in the ice crystal.
Only the scarlet text newly revealed in the jade book burned Xuan Ming's retina: "All options are traps. The future seen by the holder is exactly the nourishment the observer needs."
When Xuan Ming discovered that every prediction would tear a space-time rift in the ancient continent, he did something that even Chaos could not calculate - piercing the jade book into his heart, allowing billions of possibilities to rush through his blood at the same time. In this huge gamble with heaven and earth as the altar, what he wants to do is not to predict the fate...
