Xiao Yan had a not very pleasant dream.
The earth lay barren, the heavens collapsed.
Dou Qi was exhausted, Demonic Qi ran rampant.
The stars and moon gave no light, and the Black Sun hung in the sky.
Demons danced wildly, and all living things were plunged into misery.
Among the many reincarnations of the Bodhi Ancient Tree in the past, this was also a scene that had left an especially deep impression on him.
Xiao Yan knew very well what this meant.
If they were defeated here, the Dou Qi Continent's final fate would probably not be much better than everything he had seen.
Having already seen such an ending, Xiao Yan naturally would not accept that fleeting glimpse he had once caught in one of the Bodhi Ancient Tree's many reincarnations.
...The Bodhi Ancient Tree?
...A hundred reincarnations?
No, perhaps it was no longer limited to that alone.
At least in this world, what a Dou Di could do was naturally far, far beyond the range Xiao Yan had initially imagined and guessed.
For example, in some backward glance, a fleeting glimpse of a certain possibility—although it could not compare to the hundred reincarnations of the Bodhi Ancient Tree, which had been as vivid as personally experiencing them—it had never been some false illusion, nor self-deception.
And for someone like Xiao Yan, who had truly personally experienced all those reincarnations, it was naturally quite easy to understand.
The moment his self-awareness realized this matter, Xiao Yan naturally immediately realized that this was no dream. Rather, after seeing the Spirit Devouring Saint King and experiencing that great battle with him, his gaze had involuntarily caught a corner of the future. Or, to put it in a more rigorous way, it was one of the possible endings.
Though he hated