Chapter 1888 The future that should not be predicted

At first, Meng Chao didn\'t see anything from inside the "door".

The flames that surged out from the "door" were too bright.

Absolute light, like absolute darkness, will swallow all information.

Meng Chao stared at this ball of light that was burning like a star, and felt that every sulcus of his brain was crowded with thorny light.

The light was like a storm, rampaging in his brain, so mighty that he couldn\'t think at all.

This feeling lasted for a full minute or an hour or a day or longer before he gradually got used to the light of the "door".

Or maybe the light from the "door" was too strong, so strong that it burned countless tiny holes and marks on his retina, causing some crooked, entangled and curled things like bugs to appear in his field of vision. Things are entangled together in an inward spiral, extending all the way towards the center of the "door".

From this point of view, the "door" does not look like a three-dimensional entity suspended in the void.

It\'s like digging a hole directly in the three-dimensional space.

An unfathomable white hole that looks like a tunnel leading to a different time and space.

Meng Chao stared at the white hole for a long time with fascination.

I finally realized what it was that curled, meandered, and spiraled deep into the center of the white hole.

It was the scarlet afterimage that had guided him all the way here.

It was the road opened up by "War God" Lei Zongchao.

No, not only the path of "War God" Lei Zongchao.

In other words, there is more than one path of "War God" Lei Zongchao.

Meng Chao saw in a daze that in all directions of the "door", there were thousands of crimson afterimages looming, mottled, deformed and distorted.

Like crazy vines, they broke through the barriers of different spaces and desperately extended into the "door".

And following countless scarlet afterimages, there are countless people—Lu Siya, Long Feijun, Shen Yupeng, Wu Haibo, and even Meng Chao himself in the form of a monster, all floating around the "door", with empty and devout expressions, like It is like a demon, staring at the "door" and "road" for a long time.

Meng Chao widened his glasses.

She wanted to dance and shout loudly to attract the attention of Lu Siya who was closest to her.

But he soon realized that Lu Siya couldn\'t see or hear him.

Just like earlier, on the criss-crossing "viaduct", it seems that they are only tens of meters apart, but they are so close to each other.

Meng Chao realized that whether Lu Siya or others were still himself in monster form.

And he is in a different dimension.

Using the simplest and crudest concept to understand, what he saw was not the real them, but just their light and shadow information in a space mirror similar to a TV screen.

When a person yells at the people on TV, even if he yells out his throat, the people on TV will not arouse the slightest reaction.

What\'s more, this scene of thousands of explorers worshiping the "door" is both sacred and weird, full of solemnity and oppressive force.

Meng Chao felt that the strands of light seemed to be unknowingly entangled his blood vessels and nerves, making him unable to have doubts or blasphemy.

He just wants to be like Lu Siya, Wu Haibo, Long Feijun, Shen Yupeng and himself in monster form.

Staring at it for a long time, worshiping, and then, following in the footsteps of "War God" Lei Zongchao, walked in.

That\'s right, the answer to all problems lies behind the "door".

All he has to do is walk in.

"Help us..."

Those voices came back.

Thin, gently, with a bit of timid expectation and vague expectation.

Meng Chao turned his head and saw countless Longcheng citizens who were scorched by the flames of the doomsday, floating quietly behind him. He didn\'t know whether they were praying with their hands together, or they were curled up and shrunk by the flames. They were like black puppets.

These puppets stared at Meng Chao timidly with ten thousand empty eye sockets.

certainly.

Meng Chao said in his heart, of course I will save you.

Everything I\'ve done so far has been for this purpose.

Right now, as long as we take one step forward and break through the threshold...

Meng Chao took half a step towards the "door".

But his right foot seemed to be stopped by some mysterious force, and he couldn\'t move forward no matter what.

He faintly felt that he had forgotten something.

Forgot a very important thing.

"Tomorrow without today is meaningless."

For no reason, such an inexplicable sentence came to Meng Chao\'s mind.

"What does it mean?"

Meng Chao frowned.

I always feel that there is some kind of power that prevents him from entering the "gate", prevents him from saving the Dragon City in the long future, and prevents him from finding answers to all problems.

"No, the future is unpredictable, and the future should not be snooped on. The future is just like fate. There is no correct answer and there should be no answer!"

Meng Chao seemed to hear someone, or a remnant soul deep in hell, roaring at the top of his lungs.

Accompanied by the burning roar of his soul, he seemed to see a skinny mummy trying its best to break through the barrier of light and darkness, trying to convey an extremely chaotic but extremely real message to him.

really weird.

Meng Chao felt that he had only seen this mummy not long ago.

But he completely forgot the details.

Meng Chao hesitated, wondering if he should respond to the mummy\'s call.

Just as he hesitated for a moment, from the depths of the "door", countless shining tentacles of light quietly spread out, like streams shining brightly in the sun, gently wrapping around his limbs , torso and head.

The movements of these tentacles of light are so gentle.

Meng Chao was so soft that he couldn\'t struggle and resist at all.

Under the pull of the tentacles of light, Meng Chao fell into the white hole.

Like a weather-beaten and confused child, throwing himself into the arms of his mother.

In a daze, Meng Chao once again experienced the experience that had appeared in the depths of the holy mountain temple.

He seemed to be sinking slowly in some kind of warm and viscous liquid.

Even though the nasal cavity was filled with liquid, he didn\'t feel suffocated at all. From the nasal mucosa to every alveoli, he moaned comfortably, as if soaked in fine nectar.

He didn\'t want to struggle at all.

Don\'t want to surface.

I just want to sink quietly, slowly and irreversibly.

I do not know how long it has been.

Countless colorful and shining "jellyfish" or "cells" appeared around him.

Just like the highly concentrated information of the ancient civilization, the runes that contain infinite mysteries.

Each "jellyfish" or "cell" also contains endless information, forming countless intricate worlds that are both fantasy and reality.