The moment Lu Zhou realized this, the thought sent a cold sweat down his back.
It saw him?
How was that possible?!
The entire Old Universe had vanished into the Void beyond time. It was uncertain whether humanity had even existed in that unfamiliar world, and he himself was nothing more than a speck of dust within this memory.
How could it possibly sense him, the version of himself belonging to the New Universe?
Wait...
At that moment, Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that the old man before him was very likely the prophet of the Parker Civilization—no, rather, he had to be that prophet!
In that instant, every clue connected together.
Though it was only a faint possibility, it was the only explanation that made sense: the him who existed in the Old Universe had sensed those eyes beyond the timeline. Whether it was the "Spirit of the Universe" or the so-called "Psionic Ritual," he had foreseen that this memory would one day be read by someone unrelated to it.
That feeling of being watched did not fade even when Nuwa waved goodbye and stepped onto the beam of light leading into the sky.
The aged prophet stared at the chosen one before him in silence for a long time. Only when Lu Zhou felt his feet beginning to leave the ground did he speak in a low voice.
"Perhaps I was wrong."
"You are the chosen one."
Hearing the old man's words, Nuwa froze slightly and asked with a frown.
"...What are you talking about?"
As though he had aged many years in an instant, a trace of sorrow flashed across the prophet's face.
Yet he said nothing, merely looking at that puzzled face slowly leaving the ground before waving his withered claw.
"It's nothing."
"Forget what I said."