"What did Ghost Ancestor have in mind? Did Master Shou know?"
Having passively answered questions for so long, Heavenly Origin Saint Emperor finally took the initiative to speak once.
He did not directly answer Xu Xiaoshou's question, seemingly certain that his own carried far more weight.
"I would be glad to hear the details."
Filthy though the man was, he always had his own unique insights.
Even Xu Xiaoshou found Ghost Ancestor's position rather vague.
If Ghost Ancestor was an enemy, Xu Xiaoshou held his gift in hand. Death God's Scythe contained insights into the Path of Reincarnation; the gift could not be called light.
If Ghost Ancestor was a friend, then given the overall environment of the Sorrowful Emperor Realm, even Bei Huai had become incomparably extreme. If Medicine Ancestor and Ghost Ancestor were still normal, Xu Xiaoshou would not believe it from the bottom of his heart.
Dao Peipei had lived in the Heavenly Origin Emperor Realm for a long time, bordering Beming. Perhaps she really knew more?
"Then let this Emperor explain!"
This space had long since shattered. Wearing A-Jie's appearance, Heavenly Origin Saint Emperor strolled amid the torrents of shattered space and the stars.
Even as he walked at leisure, he exuded overwhelming confidence. Yet for no reason, the sight gave one the absurd feeling of a child pretending to be an adult.
"To speak of Ghost Ancestor, one must first speak of Bei Huai of Beming, Medicine Ancestor, and Hua Changdeng of Yunshan."
"And to speak of Medicine Ancestor, one must then speak of the three Ancestor Gods—Devil, Medicine, and Sui—watching like tigers beyond the Time Realm Rift."
"Master Shou, look."
Little Peipei raised a hand.
The shattered currents of time and space beneath and behind them vanished.
As starlight spilled everywhere, the starry sky