This was a very strange experience.
The End Messenger understood that his own existence had propelled the Immortal Alliance's progress, and he knew every detail of it like the back of his hand. For countless tens of millions of years, his joys, sorrows, every gesture and action had existed for this purpose.
In his subconscious, countless streams of information—some he understood, some he did not—flowed past every second.
He knew this was his will, his place in this world.
He knew what he had done.
But he could not understand it.
The future Immortal Alliance could no longer be summed up by simple, crude concepts.
The instant Wang Qi saw that spatial structure, he felt an unprecedented sense of alienation.
The future Immortal Alliance was the power of humanity. Everyone knew that perfectly well.
Of course, this had also been the original consensus reached by the Immortal Alliance.
The reality of the world had already been hanging by a thread, and the objective living environment was already so fragile.
Therefore, the future Immortal Alliance had to eliminate every concealment that might have long since caused "divergence."
Personal information would not enter any individual consciousness. Files related to it would only be processed within an unreal, "nonexistent future." But apart from that, all public information was completely transparent.
The Immortal Alliance had even reshaped human culture.
Barriers had been erased without limit.
Anyone could learn any information apart from personal privacy. So long as it was public information, anyone could know it.
The external knowledge received by individuals had been expanded without limit. Based on the former Knowers, the Immortal Alliance had artificially created objective social conditions.
This should have been a very good world.
So long as one searched, one would surely find someone who shared the same views in