The boundless sea of the subconscious could accommodate a conversation between a demon ape and a Devil Master.
But in the truly limitless Present World, such a thing would never happen. Perhaps communication between humans and devils was itself a sin.
"Heh heh heh heh." The demon ape laughed. "If the Devil Ancestor returns, the Devil Race will have a chance to lord it over the Ten Thousand Worlds and invade the Present World in reverse. If the Devil Ancestor does not return, the Wild Tomb of Ten Thousand Worlds will be the Devil Race's eternal grave. Devil Master, you do not wish for His return? This one truly cannot make sense of it!"
He would never forget Yu Beidou's departing figure at the very end.
Nor could he possibly forget the prophecy Divination had staked everything upon—"The World-Ender is a devil!"
This was the unchanging oracle passed down through generations of diviners, for which generation after generation had died divining.
Though Divination was now extinct, though the masters of Star Divination dismissed it with scorn, though Jiang Wang himself did not understand fortune-telling in the slightest.
He understood Yu Beidou.
He trusted Yu Beidou.
And so he held the utmost vigilance toward this oracle.
In truth, this was also an important reason why he had come today to investigate the Seven Hates Devil Master and explore the Devil World.
He wanted to know what sort of terrifying existence had made Old Yu burn his path in fire at any cost.
Though he had slain devils many times in the Border Wasteland, his understanding of the Devil Race truly remained superficial—he almost knew nothing at all.
But one point was exceedingly clear—whether or not people accepted the prophecies of Divination, they all respected the threat posed by the Devil Ancestor.