A Man Who Couldn't Find Peace Wherever He Went (Please Vote for Me)

The light did not reach this place. Dim and murky, it was filled with figures bearing his own face, all staring at him. Meng Qi felt an indescribable shiver.

If these were his future lives, they should not all look the same. It seemed the Future Mirror had been destroyed, leaving only its aura behind. That was why it could only reflect the future—and the future was uncertain, full of possibilities, taking on all kinds of forms.

With his Spiritual Platform clear, Meng Qi surveyed his surroundings. He had suppressed his shuddering and was now pondering the possibilities while striving to recover from the toll of using the Void Breaking Ancient Talisman.

"From now on, a Green Lamp Ancient Buddha... Could it be that I sank into the schemes of the mighty, suffered repeated blows, and eventually lost heart, seeking peace and release, no longer struggling or resisting?" Meng Qi looked first at the "monk version of himself." This figure did not yet carry Ananda's aura, so that was the only conclusion he could draw. As for what had broken his heart, or how, there were too many possibilities to be sure.

This was one of the worst possible futures!

Meng Qi looked next at the figure of "himself" raising his head to question the heavens. The anguish around him was almost tangible—enough to make anyone who saw him grieve and anyone who heard him weep. Clearly, he had endured something unbearably tragic!

"Had all my friends been wiped out? Or had someone else important to me died?" Meng Qi shook his head. He did not want a future like that at all.

This was another of the worst possibilities!

The mighty warrior pierced by a scarlet spear looked as though he had been killed by the Demon Saintess's Spear.