Using words to describe all of this was still a little slow. In reality, everything in the scene was just a split second of intersecting.
The moment he agreed to watch his different afterimage of the future, Wang Baole had already made his preparations. He naturally knew that the consciousness of the Book of Destiny had been suppressed, and that it came from the future and belonged to the consciousness of the blood-colored centipede, since it had come, it clearly had a strong motive.
If that was the case, there was no difference whether he agreed or not. The only difference was that the other party was too confident, as if he was above everything else and was playing with his own fate, that was the other party’s only flaw.
If he seized that flaw, he might be able to resolve the matter!
