Chen Changsheng and Leng Qingsong looked at the solemn, proud Tibetan Fox. A rare trace of pride had appeared on that utterly unremarkable fox face.
As though Future Prediction were something freaking awesome!
Come to think of it, Future Prediction really was freaking awesome.
But before someone who had been reborn, it clearly fell a little short-Chen Changsheng, standing opposite, for instance.
As for Leng Qingsong, standing on the rooftop, he had no interest in the future at all. In his mind, the future had always been in his own hands, and he could already see his own future quite clearly.
Both of them showed a complete lack of interest in such an awesome ability, leaving the Tibetan Fox feeling defeated.
Hey, wasn't Future Prediction awesome? Why did these two brats look so uninterested?
In the Elder Ancient Era, even the Immortals had treasured the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox because of this ability!
Yet these two brats looked utterly uninterested. It really pissed this fox off!
Looking at their unconcerned faces, the Tibetan Fox said coldly, "Do you think the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox merely predicts the future, like the Heavenly Evolution Art? You're wrong! The Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox's true ability is to change the future!"
Chen Changsheng's face remained impassive at those words, but inwardly, he was full of scorn. The future Ten Thousand Demons Empress was indeed among those who would stand at the pinnacle, but that was all. She still lacked the ability to stop the coming catastrophe. Right up until his death, the entire Demon Race had been barely holding on under Hu Tutu's leadership.
If the future were so easy to change, why hadn't the future Ten Thousand Demons Empress changed it?
"How does it change it?" Leng Qingsong, however, had become interested. Although his future was