Did that mean the scene Meng Zhao had glimpsed in a sudden flash of inspiration was merely illusory, impractical, something he had imagined at random?
No, that was impossible too. In truth, when Meng Zhao saw that scene, his entire being felt a tremor that transcended the soul. This was a scene he might encounter in the time ahead.
In other words, what that image had revealed was a form of precognition born from the spiritual power within the White Spirit Fine Sand.
This ability could not be said to be perfectly accurate, but if there had been no warning, if he had possessed no foresight, then in all likelihood, that scene would still have come to pass.
A person's future was uncertain, with perhaps countless branches and countless possibilities. In some future branches, Meng Zhao might die within this Ancient Battlefield space; in others, he might obtain enormous benefits here.
It was a most wondrous thing.
And what the future became depended entirely on how one chose.
For instance, if Meng Zhao chose to go somewhere extremely dangerous—perhaps even the most dangerous place in the entire Ancient Battlefield space—then he might fulfill that prophecy of dying within the Ancient Battlefield space.
If Meng Zhao chose to go elsewhere, he might very well gain immense benefits and reap inexhaustible foundations. That too would be a result brought about by his choice.
So-called prophecy and precognition were, in truth, merely the selection of the most likely possibility from among the countless branches and forks of the future, then presenting it before Meng Zhao in the form of an image.
Of course, that was premised on Meng Zhao having no precognitive ability and not knowing what would happen in the future.
Now that Meng Zhao had foreseen the image and knew what