Hearing this, the old man raised his head, looked at He Ao, and smiled. "Fellow Daoist, you came from after the world's 'death,' didn't you?"
He Ao did not hide it and nodded lightly.
"Of course," he continued slowly, "I know what Fellow Daoist is curious about is not the world's 'death,' but why I knew the world would 'die.'"
He paused, raised his head, and glanced at the enormous crack overhead. "In fact, at this very moment, the world is already dead."
He Ao was slightly stunned at those words.
The old man lowered his head and continued, "What I saw in my dreams was the scene of the world's death. At the time, I only thought it was an omen. I tried many methods to change everything, but they all failed. Later, I finally realized—"
He looked at He Ao. "This was not an omen. This was the 'future,' a future that was certain to arrive. When the world's 'wail' appeared in my dreams, the world had already died. Its soul had died. What remains alive now is merely its lingering body, and that body will soon perish as well."
Perhaps because of the cultural differences, his words sounded somewhat mystical, but He Ao roughly understood what he meant.
"As for how I was able to sense the world's 'death,'" the old man raised his head to look at He Ao, "I must ask Fellow Daoist a question."
He paused slightly and asked slowly, "Did Fellow Daoist come from Beyond the Heavens?"
He Ao paused for a moment, then nodded lightly.
The old man's eyes visibly brightened as he continued, "Then are you an immortal?"
Hearing the question, He Ao thought briefly.
Based on the information he had gathered before, the so-called "immortals" of this Martial Arts World