"Future Scripture."
When the melancholy soul thought of foreseeing the future in advance to alter the fate of death, the other two souls came up with the same solution.
"Use the Future Scripture. By connecting to your future self, you can foresee future risks and avoid deadly dangers in advance."
At that moment, Jiang Ping An finally realized something and gave a bitter laugh inwardly.
"So that was it. Was this the meaning behind the appearance of the Future Scripture? Perhaps from the very beginning, I never had a choice."
When facing the danger of future death, he could either use the Future Scripture to see the future or wait for death to descend.
It looked like a choice, but in truth, he had no choice at all.
Unless he wanted to give up his chance to live and wait for death.
Naturally, he did not want to die. He could only choose to cultivate the Future Scripture.
He had previously been unwilling to spend time on the Future Scripture because the consequences of peering into the future were extremely severe.
Once time was disturbed, he would suffer the same fate as the experts of Nebula Palace: cursed by time, stripped of consciousness, turned into a Time Revenant, and made to endure endless agony in an endless cycle within the river of time.
Even True Gods found it difficult to resist the curse of time, much less him.
Jiang Ping An sighed helplessly. "Everything is within the arrangements of that giant hand. I have no power to change it."
It seemed that from the very moment the Future Scripture appeared, his fate had already been decided.
He could only choose this road.
Even if he suffered the curse of time, he had to walk this path.
Not only for himself,