The Yellow Spring Demon Saint seemed to see his former self in Xiao Wujiu: someone blessed with talent beyond anyone's reach, someone born at the wrong time just like him. Yet Xiao Wujiu's circumstances were even more so.
"Senior means that this world no longer permits the emergence of Dou Sheng, correct?"
Just as the Yellow Spring Demon Saint was sinking into melancholy, Xiao Wujiu's voice rang by his ear, exploding through his thoughts like thunder.
"You... actually knew about this?" The way he looked at Xiao Wujiu changed completely, turning solemn as he fixed his gaze unblinkingly upon him.
Yet he found that Xiao Wujiu remained exactly as before, without the slightest shift in expression. For someone of ordinary talent who could only linger at the Dou Sheng realm for life, this fact might not mean much. But for an unparalleled genius who had once had the chance to reach the pinnacle of Dou Di, how could he possibly remain unmoved after learning that the road ahead had been cut off?
Either he was arrogant—arrogant enough to refuse to believe the conclusion reached by a former Half-Emperor—or he had another method. If his path forward had not truly been severed, then naturally this would not affect him.
That was why he was so curious about which kind Xiao Wujiu was.
"Have you not heard that Heaven never seals off every path? So long as I wish to walk, the road lies beneath my feet!"
Xiao Wujiu did not answer directly, merely speaking words laden with deeper meaning. Yet the Yellow Spring Demon Saint understood what he meant.
The latter suddenly smiled in relief. Propping his head up with one hand as he lay on his side, he looked at Xiao Wujiu and flicked a finger with his right hand.