Wuji opened his eyes and looked toward the Female Saint Emperor not far away.
She and Wuji were confined in the same room, and there were a thousand Saint Emperors in the prison cell.
Wuji understood why these Saint Emperors had been brought here.
The Female Saint Emperor who had spoken had been imprisoned long ago, ten million years earlier. She had long been curious about the quiet Wuji and often observed him in secret.
Wuji paid no attention to this. As long as she did not disturb him, he acted as though he had not seen her.
"Of course not. The moment I came in, restrictions were placed on me and my cultivation was sealed. How could I cultivate? I was merely meditating to rest." Wuji had not told the truth. What he was doing concerned the success or failure of the plan, as well as the life and death of the Endless Sacred Domain.
If the news leaked or he came under surveillance, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Moreover, he could not determine what kind of person she was, so he did not dare relax his guard in the slightest.
"Fellow Daoist, everyone else seems somewhat panicked. Why are you so calm?" the Female Saint Emperor asked doubtfully.
"And what about you?" Wuji asked in return.
"Of course I'm afraid, but I've never shown it.
Yet I can't sense even a trace of fear from you, and there is no despair in your eyes. It is as if you do not care about your current situation at all."
The Female Saint Emperor smiled faintly. "As long as we have not truly died, there is still hope for survival!"
Wuji said calmly, "As long as one has not completely died, there is still a sliver of life."
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