Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong's memories were as vast as a sea of mist. Even with the Power of All Beings aiding him, Ye Zhen found it somewhat strenuous to survey all of Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong's memories.
Every instant, tens of thousands of images flashed through Ye Zhen's mind. They were all memories of Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong.
Basically, ninety-nine percent of those images were trash, without the slightest value.
Of course, it was not as though there were no gains at all.
Given Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong's standing, he had come into contact with far more secrets of the Devil Race. Ye Zhen even saw some secrets concerning the Demon God Palace.
Especially when Ye Zhen saw Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong's experiences before he became a Seven-Surname Prophet Demon Master, he was even more shocked.
He gained a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of Prophet Demon Masters.
He also realized just how fortunate he had been to kill a Seven-Surname Prophet Demon Master this time.
Since the Yuan Da Transformation a hundred thousand years ago, not a single Prophet Demon Master had fallen.
That fact alone was astonishing.
But what was truly astonishing was the ability of Prophet Demon Masters. They truly were—prophets!
Whenever a major event was about to occur, they could sense it. The higher their rank, the broader the scope of their perceptions and the more specific what they foresaw.
Not only could they help the Devil Race avoid tremendous losses, they could also make Great Zhou's efforts come to nothing.
For example, ninety thousand years ago, Great Zhou had spent a full five thousand years preparing a multi-pronged counteroffensive plan. It was foreseen by Jiu Jia, the Prophet Demon Master of the Demon God Palace at the time, who made