Before he heard Primordial Summoning, the so-called future had been nothing more than a nightmare-like, blurred phantom deep within Meng Chao's mind.
He had certainly been able to see clearly the scene at the end of that nightmare: the apocalypse descending from the heavens, ten thousand suns blazing fiercely above Dragon City.
Yet he had been unable to see the full process that led to the catastrophe, or the true culprit behind it.
Under such circumstances, changing the future could easily become the very cause of the apocalypse's arrival.
It could be said that this had merely been an "incomplete version" or "beta version" of foresight.
But within that magnificent and mysterious primordial palace, the "nightmares" lingering in Meng Chao's mind had become incomparably clear. They could even continuously split into entirely new nightmares, fast-forwarding or rewinding to let him clearly see exactly what impact an event would have, and whether the ripples stirred by a butterfly's fluttering wings would turn into a storm that tore heaven and earth apart.
Relying on this ability, Meng Chao had long foreseen that the Nine Super Enterprises would never willingly surrender their market shares and power.
Even after being affected by the Blood Alliance Riot and forced to cooperate obediently, at least on the surface, with small and medium-sized enterprises, Transcendents from humble backgrounds, and ordinary citizens.
The ambitions of the aristocratic Transcendents, however, had been like prairie wildfire—never to be extinguished.
Thus, over the following ten years, Meng Chao had first played hard to get and lured the snake from its hole, pretending to borrow the strength of the Nine Super Enterprises to rule Dragon City alongside them.
He had even put on the appearance of one indifferent to fame and fortune, someone who knew nothing of political maneuvering, becoming every inch