No, there was no meaning in thinking about that question now.
Just as Meng Chao and the Wolf King had said.
Traversal had two dimensions.
Time and space.
If spatial traversal merely presented theoretical and technical difficulties, then whether a supermassive celestial body or an intelligent life-form traveled from one end of the universe to the other, it would not have too great an impact on the universe as a whole.
But traversal through time—rebirth—affected far more than that celestial body or intelligent life-form itself.
It was tantamount to resetting the entire universe.
Whether "Phantom Assassin Meng Chao," "Doomsday Blade Meng Chao," or even "Holy Light Priest Meng Chao"... which of these futures was real, and which was false?
The instant Meng Chao was reborn into his teenage years carrying memories of the future, all those true and false, predestined futures had already collapsed and ceased to exist.
From this perspective.
All futures were false.
At most, they could only be called half-true prophecies—deductions that could endlessly approach reality but could never simulate it with one hundred percent accuracy, merely possibilities of the future.
As for the true future—
It still had to be created by the people of today, with their own two hands.
"That's right. That's exactly it.
"The future has yet to be decided, and tomorrow has yet to arrive. Even if failure and destruction are highly probable, life itself is a miracle that bursts forth from a one-in-a-hundred-million chance.
"We only need to succeed once!"
As lightning-like enlightenment tore through the sky.
The Fire Seed that had slept in Meng Chao's heart for so long was awakened as well.
Before his eyes were scenes of countless lives being born, evolving, competing, dying, and being reborn.
As well as scenes of countless future paths crisscrossing one another.