"What an amazing idea!"

Wu Haibo said, "Unfortunately, we have never seen ourselves from the 'call of the ancients', and theoretically, the chance of seeing ourselves is not very high."

"Why?"

Meng Chao originally wanted to say that if there was a picture of the future Dragon City in "The Call of the Ancients", he could tell his past life memories as the "Call of the Ancients" to guide Dragon City's next decision.

In a sense, he did not lie. His rebirth was indeed related to the ancient ruins.

"Because the macroscopic world is relatively easy to observe, but it is difficult to observe the microscopic world."

Wu Haibo explained with gestures, "Imagine that we take an armored airship and slowly sail into the depths of the mist-shrouded Monster Mountains.

“Most of the time, we are surrounded by chaotic fog and haze, as if we are in the clouds and cannot see our fingers.

“Occasionally, when the strong wind blows away the fog, we may get a glimpse and see rolling mountains, strange-shaped rocks standing on the top of the mountain, a particularly outstanding towering tree, or a doomsday beast soaring on the top of the mountain.

"But I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to see through the fog and jungle to see the sword-halberd demon pig under the forest.

"Not to mention seeing a specific sword and halberd demon pig.

"Do you understand? The stars and the sea are like the mountains themselves, and ancient civilizations are like the doomsday beasts. They are all things that are radiant, have a strong sense of existence, and are easy to see and leave traces.

"But our human civilization from the earth is like an ordinary magic pig with swords and halberds. No matter how loud it screams, it may not be observed. No matter how hard it hits the big trees, rubs against the rocks, and digs holes in the ground,

If we want to leave traces of our existence, these traces will disappear without a trace in just a few days. Even one day, when we die, our bodies will soon rot and be swallowed up by the jungle itself.

"Yes, when an observer on an armored airship is equipped with some kind of long-distance and high-power observation equipment, it is possible to see low-level monsters and even snakes, insects, rats, and ants in the depths of the jungle, but this observation is definitely random.

We cannot choose the objects to observe, and most of the images we observe do not have much guiding significance for our future, at least within a few decades."

Meng Chao's mind was spinning and he had to admit that Wu Haibo was right.

This metaphor is really vivid.

The ancient civilization that can easily summon a human city from the earth to another world is so splendid that it exudes overwhelming light and aggressive momentum like a doomsday beast, so it is naturally easy for people to perceive.

Compared with ancient civilization, Earth's civilization is too young and immature.

"In other words, we can no longer predict our future through the 'call of the ancients'?" Meng Chao confirmed with some disappointment and some reluctance.

"Meng Chao, you shouldn't have such thoughts."

Wu Haibo laughed, "It is possible to predict the macroscopic world, such as predicting the orbit of a star system in hundreds of millions of years, or predicting the shape of mountains, rivers and coastlines on the earth in tens of millions of years, or even predicting the shape of the entire universe in 50 billion years."

What it will look like years from now - these questions that sound grand, brilliant, and long-lasting have become simple and clear because all the details have been discarded. At least, it is theoretically possible to calculate and deduce.

“However, if you want to predict the future of a civilization, you must predict the thoughts and actions of most intelligent life individuals in this civilization, the new ideas and actions that will be generated after the interaction, as well as the sum of all chain reactions and butterfly effects.

"This will be a chaotic model that requires an astonishing amount of calculation, no, it is impossible to calculate at all. In the final analysis, intelligent life has free will, and no one can predict where we will go next.

"It's like the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. We can measure the speed of the electron, and we can also measure the specific position of the electron at a given moment, but we can never know these two things at the same time.

"The same is true for intelligent life. We are like an eternally jumping, unpredictable electron or wave particle. No one can predict our future!"

"Yeah……"

Meng Chao murmured to himself.

He felt Wu Haibo was right.

And when he said this, there was a sense of pride.

If the destiny of mankind is an eternal picture frozen in time and space.

What's the point of following every footprint on this picture over and over again?

No one can predict the future of mankind.

So, what happens to the "past life memory fragments" that appear in one's mind?

Meng Chao stared at the fire.

The fire was burning silently just like when it first appeared in Meng Chao's vision.

"Are you ready?"

Wu Haibo's voice woke Meng Chao out of his reverie, "The teleportation gate is about to open!"

Meng Chao nodded, took a deep breath, and awkwardly walked to the teleportation gate wrapped in the buffer suit.

Observing from a close distance, the circular orbit engraved with runes, one horizontally and one vertically, and inlaid with spar slowly rotated faster and faster, dragging out colorful light and shadow, and finally formed a small sun-like ball of light, as if it was about to turn.

Devour yourself.

This feeling is completely different from just standing nearby and observing from a distance without having anything to do with me.

Even though he knew that the 101 project team had conducted countless tests and there was absolutely no problem with the safety, Meng Chao still couldn't help but think wildly.

What is it like inside the "light ball"? Can I really teleport into another light ball a hundred meters away and come out intact?

Will he be transported to other places, other planets, or even other time and space?

Could it be that something else was mixed with it during the transmission process, turning it into an unrecognizable monster, just like the poor man in an ancient Earth movie who was locked up in the same transmission chamber with a fly, was launched, and finally merged together?

Same?

However, when the ball of light really expanded and brightened to its limit, making Meng Chao within reach, all these distracting thoughts were wiped away by the light.

"So beautiful."

Meng Chao felt like a piece of cosmic dust floating above the stars.

He couldn't help but reach out, wanting to touch the shining light ball.

Sensing the fluctuation of his life magnetic field, a ray of light immediately emerged from the light ball and wrapped around his fingers.

I can't describe what this feels like.

The ball of light seemed to create a strange suction force, sucking in everything from Meng Chao's fingers to his arms to his body.

It was like light threads pouring into Meng Chao's body along his fingertips, entangled in his blood vessels, nerves and spiritual veins.

The light melted him, making him merge with the ball of light.

The world around him disappeared, and Meng Chao's vision became brighter and brighter. The brightness was getting higher and higher, so high that it burned through his retinas, making him unable to tell whether it was bright or dark.

He felt like he was wrapped in something warm and sticky, and he couldn't tell the difference between up, down, east, west, north, and south, and he didn't know how to exert force.

It feels like weightlessness floating in the vacuum of space.

It's like a brand new life, struggling to squeeze through the birth canal and completing the thrilling leap from fetus to baby.

Meng Chao was stimulated by this feeling that he had never experienced before, or that had not appeared for a long time. He screamed and danced like a newborn baby.

His screams and movements of his hands and feet turned into colorful ripples that spread into the distance.

It was as if the surroundings were surrounded by billions of invisible strings. Every movement he made could pluck the strings and produce a silent but beautiful rhythm.

With colorful ripples extending into the distance.

I don't know whether it was light or dark world was shattered.

The crystal clear fragments were like shining stars, and like doors leading to a whole new world. Meng Chao really saw a new picture through these "doors".

He saw that behind a "gate", at the foot of the blazing volcano, was a red jungle. In the jungle, there were two-headed ogres covered in animal skins and skeletons, dancing and waving under an ugly and evil altar.

Using the warhammer made from the monster's skull, he hit the poor sacrifice hard.

The poor sacrifice, which was also an intelligent life, was smashed to pieces. The blood flowed along the winding ravine to the bottom of the altar, forming a huge talisman array, causing something on the altar to emit a dark light.

.

That seems to be... the remains of a teleportation device!

He also saw that behind another "door", dwarves with ridiculously big noses and beards and their creations - steel puppets with extremely exquisite structures and huge bodies, worshiped together in front of the blazing furnace.

The molten iron flowing from the furnace was cast into various strange-shaped parts and used to repair another transmission device.

He also saw that deep in a gloomy building that looked like an ancient tomb, countless skeletons were spinning around a dusty transmission device. They were spinning around and around, as if they had been spinning millions of times.

Years, and with every turn, the phosphorus fire deep in the eye sockets becomes brighter.

Behind these pictures, there are more pictures in more distant places.

Different environments, different races, different civilizations, and even different planets - Meng Chao was sure of this because he saw two suns in the background of one of the pictures!

The only thing that is the same is that there is a teleportation device in all the pictures.

It may be broken into pieces, it may be twisted and deformed; it may be rusty and the runes have been eroded by the years; it may even be buried deep in the ground and integrate with the surrounding rocks, or it may become a shape after repeated repairs and transformations by intelligent life.

The appearance is beyond recognition.

But no matter how remote and strange the environment in the picture is, it is not even on the same planet or in the same galaxy as Dragon City.

Meng Chao had a vague feeling.

Each other's transmission devices are interconnected.
Chapter completed!