697 The Man Whom Chaos Follows 4yr

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The rays of sunlight could not pierce past the gloomy thick of the mists. Surrounded by the silhouettes of many figures bearing the same appearance as his own, Meng Qi could not help but felt a creeping dread.
The doppelgangers surrounding him would not have been bearing the same semblances as his if they were visions of his future. This could mean that the Mirror of Tomorrow has broken, holding on vestiges of its former aura. Thus Meng Qi could see only the possibilities of his future; an uncertain glimpse into prospects of what was to come.
He kept his mind clear and looked around him, ignoring the eeriness as he pondered while he recovered from the exertion of using the Ancient Space-breaching Talisman.
"The figure of me becoming a man of the cloth... A pursuit for peace and freedom while accepting my helplessness after being endlessly pummeled into desolation by the legendary entity behind me?" Meng Qi's attention first fell upon the "a version of himself as a monk." The figure