That was a dream.
The general trend of the world was that what had long been united would inevitably divide, and what had long been divided would inevitably unite. It was destined.
My eyes could see many things—so very many things. My master had not chosen the wrong person. I was the one who should bear all of this. Because I practiced the divinatory immortal arts with unparalleled frequency, always wishing to see more, my eyes had already become attuned to sorcery.
I could see the birth of that vast empire, only for it to immediately collapse and fracture after the death of my closest friend. I was in unbearable pain, but I could not speak.
No matter how much it hurt, I could not speak. I could not tell anyone.
The secrets of heaven could not be revealed. If I revealed them, what terrible things would happen?
But those were not the contents of my dream. I knew that even if the empire shattered, my children would still help the world find a new master.
But what was it that I saw?
What was that thing I saw in my dream?
The tentacles that devoured eras, using history as fuel...?
No, that was not what I should be concerned with, but rather what came after—
The seed of disaster was planted, and the Central Plains I cherished would be unified eternally and grotesquely, devoid of all reason.
"Ugh—"
Ji Chao abruptly sat up.
"Just now... what was that?" His entire body was drenched in sweat, his pitch-black pupils trembling violently.
It was a sense of oppression from fate itself, making Ji Chao feel as though he could not breathe.
"Th-That is absolutely not something I should have seen. There's no way I could have seen it—at least, originally, I