Chapter 1493: A Single Phrase Awakens the Dreamer

In an instant, Luo Fu felt countless streams of heat flow into his flesh and Primordial Spirit, refining both to a certain degree.

"Hahaha, that's more like it!"

Seeing Luo Fu drink the wine in his hand at once, the Primordial God of Chaos laughed heartily and downed his own wine as well.

Then, he poured Luo Fu another bowl.

"One bowl of wine, one question! Go ahead, ask."

As he spoke, the Primordial God of Chaos poured himself another bowl and drained it in one gulp.

Luo Fu imitated the Primordial God of Chaos, drained his bowl, then asked:

"Senior, how do you know I'm a time traveler?"

"All ten thousand miles around me are my domain. I often scan the surroundings. Someone who appears out of nowhere, drenched in the aura of the Long River, is unmistakably a time traveler—and surely from the future."

As he spoke, the Primordial God of Chaos poured Luo Fu another bowl.

"Also, don't call me 'senior.' Just call me big brother. You look strong enough to be my brother."

"Alright, big brother, why are you so kind to me? Why did you invite me to drink right away?"

After finishing his wine, Luo Fu looked at the Primordial God of Chaos with confusion.

He simply couldn't understand why the Primordial God of Chaos was so kind to him, inviting him to drink the moment they met.

"From you, I sense my own aura. You come from the future—either you're my descendant, or closely tied to my descendants."

The Primordial God of Chaos revealed without hesitation the reason he had invited Luo Fu to drink.

"I am not your blood descendant, but I am extremely close to your blood descendants."

Luo Fu nodded, finally understanding why the Primordial God of Chaos had been so warm from the start.

It must be said—the Wu Clan truly are the Primordial God of Chaos's blood descendants; their personalities are nearly identical.

Imagining the Primordial God of Chaos as a member of the Wu Clan, Luo Fu could now somewhat understand why he was so enthusiastic.

For the Wu Clan, warmth and hospitality are nearly instinctive, especially toward friends.

"Come, keep drinking. It's been many years since I found someone to drink with."

The Primordial God of Chaos filled Luo Fu's bowl again.

"If big brother knows I'm from the future, why don't you ask me about it? Aren't you curious about the future?"

After draining his wine, Luo Fu voiced another question in his mind.

Logically, upon learning he was from the future, the Primordial God of Chaos should have asked him about it.

Yet he mentioned nothing about the future—only wine.

"Little brother, what's your name?"

The Primordial God of Chaos set down the wine jar, his demeanor growing slightly more serious.

"Luo Fu."

"Luo Fu, what do you think is the past, and what is the future?"

The Primordial God of Chaos looked at Luo Fu, his tone earnest.

"What has happened is the past; what has not yet happened is the future."

After a moment's thought, Luo Fu voiced his understanding.

"You understand correctly. Then you should know why I care about the future."

Hearing Luo Fu's answer, the Primordial God of Chaos nodded slightly in approval, then turned the question back on him.

The Primordial God of Chaos's question was like a single phrase awakening a dreamer.

His previous understanding of past and future had been far too narrow.