Zhu Wenwu fell into a brief silence, realizing that everything was different, and the timeline ahead was gradually descending into chaos!
In fact.
Even if he did nothing, many things would still be completely different.
Everyone could be considered a random parameter, the world was indeterminate, and even if you restarted from a certain point in time ten thousand times, the results would never be exactly the same.
But some things are completely certain, and some existences are constant.
To this day, he is still unsure whether those fragmented memories in his mind are a reflection of the future or truly some so-called last time.
This feeling is becoming more and more blurred, and a large amount of memory in his blood is continuously eroding him... The blood-red sky, with a hazy moon, everything fell into a long silence, and countless dark shadows stood on the streets.
