Zhang Sanfeng: Has this Daoist Friend Little Meng run into some danger?
Meng Qi: It's a bitter tale. My family forced me to become a monk and even shaved my hair off. I'm bald now!
Ancient One: ...
Meng Qi: Ah! Ancient One, I wasn't taking a jab at you! Being bald is actually pretty nice. Everyone just has their own preferences, right?
Watching Meng Qi clown around in the group, Meng Chuan smiled. If he had been forced to become a monk, the story must have only just begun. He had not even entered the Six Paths of Reincarnation yet. Little Meng was still a Little Baldy who longed to return to secular life, master peerless martial arts, and display his prowess before others.
Meng Qi: But Great Emperor, how did you know about Shrouding the Heavens? Could you be...
Meng Chuan: That's right. I'm a transmigrator, just like you.
Meng Chuan: @Daigu Madoka, Mr. Daigu, in the world before I transmigrated, there was a television series called Ultraman Tiga. Your name is exactly the same as Ultraman Tiga's human host in that series. But the series has already ended, and the Daigu in it has gone to Mars.
Meng Chuan: @Zhang Sanfeng, Perfected Zhang, you should be someone from a martial arts story. In my past life, I watched some films and television shows and read some novels that featured you.
Meng Chuan: @Ancient One, Grandmaster, you should be the one best able to understand all this.
Daigu Madoka: I'm someone from a television show? Exactly the same as that Tiga?
Ancient One: I understand what you mean. While traveling through timelines, I've seen similar situations.
Meng Chuan: There's no need to overthink it, everyone. You aren't characters someone invented. Those novels and other works merely happened to record your worlds. You and your worlds are all real.
Meng Chuan: I already died in my original world, but for some unknown reason, I came back to life in this one. In my past life, this world was recorded in a novel called Shrouding the Heavens. But after these seven hundred years, I'm certain the world I'm in now truly exists, so none of you need to worry about your own existence.
Meng Chuan did not hide anything. Instead, he told everyone openly and honestly. Having reached his level, he already disdained petty tricks.
Meng Qi: So all of us are people whose lives were recorded in stories!
Meng Qi: @Meng Chuan, Great Emperor, what about me? Am I in the same situation?
Meng Chuan: That's right. I've read the novel about your world too. You're the protagonist.
Meng Qi: Wonderful! Looks like I'm destined to sweep through the Wulin with romance at my side!
Romance, my foot!
Meng Chuan was speechless. What an optimistic Little Baldy.
Meng Chuan: You probably all have plenty of questions. We can talk openly and honestly. I'm sure that will clear up a lot of your doubts.
Zhang Sanfeng: Please go ahead, Daoist Friend.
Daigu Madoka: Please go ahead, Mr. Meng.
Ancient One: Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Meng.
Meng Chuan: While exploring the group's functions just now, I discovered that I can upload the works about each of you to the group. If they broadly match your fate, they can be converted into Fate Instances. Then you can view your original fate.
Zhang Sanfeng: Broadly match? Daoist Friend Meng Chuan, do you mean they won't be exactly the same?
Meng Chuan: Perfected Zhang, there are already many works about you alone. Besides, these works aren't necessarily completely accurate. After all, they're only records of your own worlds.
Meng Chuan: @Zhang Sanfeng, Perfected Zhang, is there anything especially famous in your world? That would help me narrow it down further.
Zhang Sanfeng: Especially famous... Oh, right! The Heaven-Reliant Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber!
Meng Chuan: I think I know which world you're in, Perfected Zhang. Give me a moment. I'll upload it right away.
System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded the memory instance "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." Upload successful. System notification: "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" meets the criteria and has been converted into a Fate Instance. Administrator Meng Chuan has restricted instance access to Administrator Zhang Sanfeng.
Setting it up this way could also be considered a form of protection for the group members. After all, once someone entered a Fate Instance, they could see its owner's entire life, as though they were standing right beside them and watching.
Without restrictions, what privacy would there be? Everyone had things they did not want others to know. If he carelessly let everyone view the instance...
Then Meng Chuan would not be helping Zhang Sanfeng, but making an enemy of him. It was not as though he had something wrong with his head. Of course, if Zhang Sanfeng himself wanted to open up his Fate Instance, that would be fine.
Meng Chuan: @Meng Qi @Daigu Madoka @Ancient One, I have your stories in my memory too. Would you like me to upload them?
Meng Qi: Yes!
Daigu Madoka: Sorry for the trouble!
Ancient One: Thank you, Mr. Meng.
Looking at the three of them, Meng Chuan found himself in a dilemma. Of the three, Daigu's was the least problematic. As for Ancient One, she had probably already seen everything he would upload through the Time Stone. But when it came to Meng Qi, Meng Chuan hesitated.
The waters of The One and Only's world ran far too deep. He could not guarantee that showing Meng Qi his Fate Instance would not lead to some unforeseen incident.
Those figures known as the Other Shore were simply too terrifying.
System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded the memory instance "Doctor Strange." Upload successful. System notification: "Doctor Strange" meets the criteria and has been converted into a Fate Instance. Administrator Meng Chuan has restricted instance access to Administrator Ancient One. System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded the memory instance "The One and Only." Upload successful. System notification: "The One and Only" meets the criteria and has been converted into a Fate Instance. The system has automatically trimmed it. Administrator Meng Chuan has restricted instance access to Administrator Meng Qi. System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded the memory instance "Ultraman Tiga." Upload successful. System notification: "Ultraman Tiga" meets the criteria and has been converted into a Fate Instance. Administrator Meng Chuan has restricted instance access to Administrator Daigu Madoka.
To hell with it! Let those Other Shore figures come straight to Shrouding the Heavens if they've got the guts. I live in Apartment 1001, Building Two, Flipped Bucket Garden. My dad is Hu Yingjun, my mom is Zhang Xiaoli, and my name is Hu Tutu. Come cut me down if you dare!
But when he saw the system notification for Meng Qi, Meng Chuan felt puzzled.
Automatically trimmed? Meng Chuan pondered. The memories that made the Chat Group step in and trim them itself should be the ones involving those Other Shore figures, right?
Meng Chuan: @Meng Qi, Little Meng, before you view your Fate Instance, ask the Chat Group whether it can protect your memories. I'm afraid something might happen to you after you finish watching.
Meng Qi: ...Great Emperor, isn't mine just an ordinary martial arts world? Surely there's no need to make such a big production of it. Don't scare me, Great Emperor!
Meng Chuan: Before Perfect World came out, I also thought Shrouding the Heavens was just an unremarkable world where the most you could do was become an immortal.
Meng Qi: ...
Watching the others enter their respective Fate Instances, Meng Chuan smiled. He wondered how they would react to seeing their own futures. Well, except for Ancient One.
There probably isn't anyone who can generate my Fate Instance. After all, the era Shrouding the Heavens actually depicts isn't this one, unless someone wrote a fanfic with me as the protagonist. Still, it doesn't matter if I can't see the future. For me... Meng Chuan looked at the four group members. Their worlds might be even more useful!
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