"We've had similar refugees in every era, yearning for the freedom of the future," the Lord of Horror said.
A trace of sorrow appeared on his face:
"Countless geniuses and heavenly prodigies died beneath the city gates, unable to cross the Dragon Gate. Some civilizations succeeded and smuggled themselves into the future. We watched them leave and sent them our blessings."
"I wanted to go too, but I didn't dare. I kept wandering around, wanting to charge across the border."
In the history of the "virtual simulation," the era after Xian's failure was played out.
There were still many powerful figures like him. One after another, they followed Xian's example, took him as their idol, and became the next Supreme Esteemed Immortal.
They wanted to flee from the past into the future.
But most of them failed.
They would make countless versions of themselves from parallel worlds cross the city gates together. They would turn into countless "selves" swimming like fish across the Dragon Gate.
As long as even one self crossed the Dragon Gate and escaped to the other side of the river, it counted as success!
Ning Zheng pondered inwardly:
"The Round Table organization? A bunch of lunatics trying to break out across the border?"
"In other words, my Fortune Gambling Table was left behind by that group of rebels who charged across the border."
"Could it be that my prehistoric self was one of the leaders of the Round Table?"
"Blue Star was a civilization living in prehistory. Back then, I brought countless Blue Stars from parallel worlds and tried to cross the border, smuggling ourselves to the other side?"
"Esteemed Immortal Changzhen stayed behind while some of the parallel-world versions of himself charged ahead? In the end, only one Blue Star succeeded—that was me?"
His elderly