Xiao Yan had a rather unpleasant dream.
The earth was barren, and the heavens had collapsed.
Dou Qi had dried up, while demonic Qi ran rampant.
The stars and moon gave no light, and a black sun hung overhead.
Demons danced in chaos, and all living beings suffered.
Among the many cycles he had experienced within the Bodhi Ancient Tree, this was likewise a scene that had left an especially deep impression on him.
Xiao Yan understood very clearly what it meant.
If they were defeated here, the final fate of the Dou Qi Continent would likely not be much better than what he had seen.
Having already witnessed such an ending, Xiao Yan naturally would not accept that fleeting glimpse from one of the Bodhi Ancient Tree's many cycles.
...The Bodhi Ancient Tree?
...A hundred lifetimes of reincarnation?
No, perhaps it was no longer limited to just that.
At least within this world, what a Dou Di could accomplish naturally far exceeded the limits of what Xiao Yan had initially imagined or guessed.
For instance, during a certain backward glance, one might catch a fleeting glimpse of some possibility. Though it could not compare to personally experiencing the hundred lifetimes of reincarnation within the Bodhi Ancient Tree, it had never been some false illusion or self-deception.
And for someone like Xiao Yan, who had truly experienced all those cycles firsthand, it was naturally rather easy to understand.
The moment he realized this, Xiao Yan immediately understood that this was not a dream. Rather, after meeting the Spirit Devouring Saint King and fighting him, his gaze had involuntarily caught a glimpse of a corner of the future—or, more rigorously speaking, one possible ending.
Though he hated it.
But hate was hate, and fact was fact. After walking this road for