The thought flashed through Zhao Cheng's mind, but he did not dwell on it at this moment. Instead, his gaze withdrew from this layer of spacetime and turned toward the farthest place he could see.
This time, in an instant, oceans turned to mulberry fields. Towering buildings became ruins. Vast stretches of wilderness spread out beneath a blood-red setting sun; yellow sands swallowed white bones, and dust buried civilization.
As for the cause of it all, it was a war within civilization itself.
This was undoubtedly a shift in the worldline!
Afterward, Zhao Cheng looked through several more layers of spacetime. Every layer was different, but without question, the closer they were to the current spacetime, the more closely their histories aligned and the smaller the deviations. The farther away they were, the greater the deviations became.
Zhao Cheng thought of an unproven theory of quantum immortality.
That was, if spacetime truly was infinite, then everyone was immortal!
Because spacetime would keep splitting apart. When faced with the choice between life and death, to spacetime, it was not a multiple-choice question, but two parallel lines.
On one line, one died. On the other, one was still alive.
Under such an assumption, if spacetime was infinite, then life and death were also infinite. There would always be a path where one remained alive.
But the reality was that a tiny individual was merely a part of the universe. The splitting of spacetime was not brought about by the choices of an individual, but by the universe's greater choices.
At the same time, Zhao Cheng discovered the limits of his own abilities. His perception reached into creation itself, allowing him to see, but not interfere.
He could receive information from parallel worlds, but he could not transmit information to them. It was