"That's a really amazing thought!"
Wu Haibo said. "Unfortunately, we've never seen ourselves in the Ancient Era's Summon, and logically speaking, the chances of us seeing ourselves are not high."
"Why?"
Meng Chao originally wanted to say that if the Ancient Era's Summon had pictures of the future Dragon City, he could use his memories from his previous life as the Ancient Era's Summon to guide Dragon City's next step.
To a certain extent, he was not lying. His return to the past was indeed related to the ancient ruins.
"Because the macroscopic world is relatively easy to observe, but it's incredibly difficult to observe the microscopic world."
Wu Haibo gestured with his hands and explained, "Imagine that we're riding an armored airship and slowly driving into the depths of Monster Mountain Range surrounded by fog.
"Most of the time, we're surrounded by fog and smoke. It's as if we're in the clouds, and we can't even see our own fingers.
"Sometimes, when a strong wind blows away the fog, we'll be able to catch a glimpse of the rising and falling mountains, the strange-shaped rocks at the top of the mountain, a really outstanding tree that reaches the sky, or an Apocalyptic Beast flying at the top of the mountain.
"But it'll be very difficult for our vision to pierce through the fog and the forest to see the Demonic Halberd Pigs at the bottom of the forest.
"Besides, we won't be able to see a specific Demonic Halberd Pig.
"Do you understand now? The galaxy is like the mountains themselves, and the ancient civilization is like the Apocalyptic Beasts. They're all things that shine brightly and have a great presence. It's very easy for us to see them and leave behind traces.
"But we're human civilization from Earth. We're like a normal Demonic Halberd Pig. No matter how loud we shout, we might not be able to be seen. No matter how hard we hit trees, scuff against rocks, and dig holes on the ground to leave behind traces of our existence, those traces will disappear without a trace in just a few days. In fact, one day, when we die, our corpses will quickly rot away and be devoured by the forest itself.
"Yes. When the observers on the armored airship are equipped with some sort of long-distance, high-powered observation equipment, they might be able to see low-grade monsters and even pests in the depths of the forest, but this observation is definitely random. We can't choose who we observe. Most of the scenes we observe won't be able to provide us with much guidance for the next few decades."
Meng Chao's mind raced, and he had to admit that Wu Haibo was right.
What an apt metaphor.
The ancient civilization that could easily summon a human city from Earth to the Other World was just too brilliant. It was like an Apocalyptic Beast that released a light that filled the sky and earth and an aggressive presence. Naturally, it was easy for others to sense it.
Compared to the Primordial Civilization, the Earth Civilization was too young and immature.
"So, this means that we can't use the Ancient Era's Summon to predict our future?" Meng Chao was a little disappointed, but he was also a little reluctant to admit defeat.
"Meng Chao, you shouldn't have such thoughts."
Wu Haibo smiled. "It is possible to predict the macroscopic world. For example, to predict the orbit of a galaxy in billions of years, or to predict the shape of the mountains, rivers, and coastlines on Earth in tens of millions of years, or even what the entire universe will look like in fifty billion years. These questions sound grand, glorious, and distant, but because all the details are abandoned, they become simple and clear. At least, it is theoretically possible to calculate and deduce.
"However, if you want to predict the future of a civilization, you have to predict the thoughts and actions of most intelligent individuals in the civilization, the new thoughts and actions that will be produced after they interact with each other, as well as the sum of all the chain reactions and butterfly effects.
"This will be a Chaos Model with an astonishing amount of calculations. No, it will be impossible to calculate. In the end, intelligent life has free will, and no one can predict where we will go next.
"It's like the Heisenberg uncertainty principle. We can measure the speed of the electron, and we can also measure the specific position of the electron at a given time, but we can never know both at the same time.
"It is the same for intelligent lives. We are like an unpredictable electron or wave particle that jumps forever. Nobody can predict our future!"
"Is that so …"
Meng Chao mumbled.
He felt that Wu Haibo was right.
Moreover, when he said these words, there was a sense of heroism.
If the fate of mankind was a painting that was frozen in the river of time and space, it would never change.
What was the point of following every footprint on the painting over and over again?
No one can predict the future of mankind.
Then, what was with the memory fragments from his previous life that appeared in his brain?
Meng Chao stared at Kindling.
Kindling was just like the first time it appeared in Meng Chao's field of vision. It burned quietly.
"Are you ready?"
Wu Haibo's voice snapped Meng Chao out of his thoughts. "The relocation gate is about to open!"
Meng Chao nodded and sucked in a deep breath. Wrapped in the buffer suit, he walked to the relocation gate in a rather clumsy manner.
When he observed it from a close distance, he saw two circular tracks carved with runic symbols and embedded with crystals. They rotated slowly, and they became faster with each passing moment. They left behind colorful shadows in their wake, and in the end, they formed a ball of light that looked like a small sun. It looked like it wanted to devour him.
This feeling was completely different from when he had stood by the side and observed it from a distance as if it had nothing to do with him.
Even though he knew that Project 101 had conducted countless tests and that there was absolutely no problem with its safety, Meng Chao could not help but let his thoughts run wild.
Just what was it like inside the ball of light? Could he really be transported to another ball of light that was one hundred meters away and walk out unscathed?
Would he be transported to another place, another planet, or even another dimension?
Would he be mixed with something else during the process of being transported and turn into a completely different monster, just like the pitiful people who were locked in the same transportation cabin as flies in some old movie from Earth and were sent out. In the end, they fused together.
However, when the ball of light swelled up and became so bright that Meng Chao could touch it in time, all these distracting thoughts were wiped away by the light.
"It's too beautiful."
Meng Chao felt as if he was a speck of space dust floating above a star.
He could not help but extend his hand, wanting to touch the ball of light.
When it sensed the fluctuations of his vitality magnetic field, a thread of light immediately surged out of the ball of light and wrapped around his finger.
He could not describe what this feeling was.
The ball of light seemed to have a strange suction force that sucked Meng Chao's finger, arm, and body into it.
It also felt like the thread of light had surged into Meng Chao's body through his fingertip and wrapped around his blood vessels, nerves, and spirit meridians.
The light melted him and made him become one with the ball of light.
The world around him disappeared, and Meng Chao's vision became bright. The light grew so bright that it was about to burn his retina, so he could not tell whether it was bright or dark.
He felt as if he was enveloped by something warm and sticky. He could not tell what was up, what was up, what was down, and what was down. He did not know how to use his strength.
This feeling was like he was drifting in the vacuum of the universe without gravity.
It was also like he was a brand new life that was doing its best to squeeze through the birth canal and complete the dangerous leap from a fetus to a baby.
Meng Chao was stimulated by this feeling that he had never felt before, or rather, it had been a long time since he felt it. He screamed like a newborn and danced around.
His cries and movements of his limbs transformed into expanses of multicolored ripples that spread towards the distance.
It was as if there were millions of invisible strings around him, and with each of his actions, he could play the strings and create a soundless but beautiful rhythm.
As the colorful ripples spread into the distance …
Meng Chao did not know whether the world was bright or dark, but it shattered.
The crystalline fragments were like shining stars, but they were also like doors that led to a brand new world. Meng Chao really saw a new scene through these "doors".
He saw a red forest at the foot of a burning volcano behind one of the "doors". There were Twin-headed Ogres dressed in beast skins and skeletons in the forest. They danced under an ugly and evil altar and swung their war hammers made of monster skulls at the pitiful sacrifices.
The pitiful sacrifices, who were also intelligent lifeforms, were reduced to a bloody mess. Their blood flowed down the zigzagging ravines to the bottom of the altar and formed a huge runic formation. It caused something on the altar to shine with a dark light.
It looked like … the wreckage of a teleportation device!
Then, he saw that behind another 'gate', the dwarfs with ridiculous noses and beards and their creations, which were enormous iron puppets with extremely delicate structures, were worshiping the scorching furnace. The molten iron flowing out of the furnace was forged into all kinds of bizarre-shaped parts to repair another teleportation device.
He also saw that in the depths of a building that looked like an ancient tomb, countless skeletons were circling around a dust-covered teleportation device. They circled it again and again, as if they had been circling it for millions of years. And with each circle, the phosphorescence in the depths of their eye sockets grew brighter and brighter.
Behind these scenes, there were even more scenes in an even more distant place.
They were from different environments, different races, different civilizations, and even different planets. Meng Chao was certain of this, because he saw two suns in the background of one of the scenes!
The only similarity was that there was a teleportation device in all the scenes.
Some of them were broken, some were twisted, some were rusted, and the runic symbols had been corroded by time. Some of them were buried underground and fused with the rocks around them. Some of them had been repaired and modified repeatedly by intelligent lifeforms until they were completely unrecognizable.
But no matter how far away and strange the scenes were, they were not even on the same planet or galaxy as Dragon City.
Meng Chao had a vague feeling.
Their teleportation devices were connected to each other.
As long as he found precise coordinates, used a suitable method, and injected enough spirit energy into them, he could transmigrate to all the places he saw.
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