The moment Wang Qi muttered to himself, Shi Long Xuanyu sensed it. He was greatly surprised. "You were actually thinking about becoming my enemy?"
He was genuinely surprised.
What kind of follower would be so audacious as to defy Heaven?
"Haha, sir, I apologize." Wang Qi smiled. "Merely thinking about it should not count as any great offense."
Wang Qi had been trying to analyze just how powerful the realm of Limited Precognition was: how much reverse-temporal bandwidth it possessed, how strongly it could alter history, and what it could accomplish.
The upper limit of mana at the Limit of Dao Integration was already a quantifiable value.
And based on the law that "altering history incurs entropy backlash," one could roughly infer the extent of the Limit of Dao Integration's ability to alter history—roughly.
After all, "history" encompassed far too much.
Everything was probability, and exceedingly vague.
It was difficult to predict what degree of historical alteration would cause what degree of backlash.
Everything was merely conjecture.
But even if it was conjecture, Wang Qi intended to seize it tightly.
By deducing what consequences would arise from a reverse-temporal operation that altered one bit within a reverse-temporal computer, he could infer the range of the Limit of Dao Integration's abilities.
Yet unexpectedly, Shi Long Xuanyu did not dislike this behavior.
"You have some backbone, at least." Shi Long Xuanyu said. "Those slaves who call themselves 'followers' generally do not even dare entertain a single thought upon seeing us. You, however, possess a little of our Origin Dragons' bearing."
Wang Qi nodded and accepted the praise.
Only then did he answer Shi Long Xuanyu's question. "In reply, sir, most of my race are like me—ignorant of the immensity of Heaven and Earth, unconcerned with rank or status, and eager only for