When quiet Wang Qi asked that question, the protagonist Wang Qi fell into thought.
He seemed to have caught a flash of inspiration.
—The Wang Qis Wang Qi could encounter here all depended on the degree of his self-identification. The Wang Qis male Wang Qi saw were mostly male. The same went for female ones. It was simply that, in each of their eyes, every Wang Qi's actions and words, every history, were internally consistent.
—The reason you asked that question was because, right now, you were history in the eyes of a certain male Wang Qi. On the side of your real history, the question you asked was the other way around.
History.
There existed an immense future that could not be traversed.
And there existed an equally immense past.
For any consciousness, the experiences it could remember were unique.
But history was not unique.
History was "illusory," and records were "illusory."
Beyond that, there was only...
There was only...
"Only the consciousness of the foreknower is real."
The consciousness of a foreknower was more real than the material world.
That might have sounded extremely idealistic.
But it was the fact revealed by this universe's physics.
And when all was said and done, this was not the so-called "idealism" of philosophy, but something on another level.
The mind of a foreknower was logically superior to the material world he perceived.
Yet it was still a product of the material world.
"Every history we perceive, every record, every experimental report, can be selected by historical selection. They are all illusory castles in the air, duckweed without roots. The only reason we were able to come this far was because the Dragon Emperor happened to stand on our side—the Dragon Emperor believed that true hope lay in a future he had