No, it would be more accurate to say he had "seen" it.
The future Wu Wei stood there in the sky screen, seemingly watching the spectacle, but the Soul Power inside him was circulating automatically in an extremely subtle way.
That circulation pattern, that rhythm of flowing Soul Power, was like an invisible thread that had crossed over from a future space-time and settled into little Wu Wei's consciousness.
"What is this...?"
Little Wu Wei's pupils contracted sharply.
His heaven-defying comprehension was triggered at that moment.
The instant the thin strand of Soul Power inside him sensed the circulation pattern of his future self's Soul Power in the sky screen, it began to follow the same pattern unconsciously.
It was as if water had entered a riverbed, and the channel had formed on its own.
Little Wu Wei did not even try to control it. He simply watched the sky screen, watched the path his future self's Soul Power took through his body, and then his own body remembered it.
"A Soul Power cultivation method that can cultivate automatically... So that's how it works!"
Little Wu Wei's breathing quickened, and his little face flushed bright red.
He had grasped it.
Perhaps because that Soul Power cultivation method his future self used to cultivate automatically was the very method his future self cultivated, he could see through it and comprehend it with ease.
It was a marvelous feeling, as though his heaven-defying comprehension had connected with his future self's.
"Haha, I, your Daoist master, have done it!"
Little Wu Wei laughed.
Now he had mastered that cultivation method too.
He did not need to sit cross-legged, meditate, or actively control it.
The method circulated automatically inside him at every moment, cultivating without ever stopping.
"With my original talent, it would have taken me a year or two to break through to level ten. Now I don't need that long. Probably half a year... No, in three months I can rise five levels in a row and break through to level ten."
Little Wu Wei estimated his cultivation progress and grew even happier.
"This sky screen has finally done one good thing!"
Below the sky screen, however, no one else was paying any attention to cultivation methods.
That was because they could not see anything of the sort in Wu Wei at all.
Their eyes were all fixed on the Angel God and the Rakshasa God in the sky screen.
Outside Jialing Pass, the Heaven Dou army was attacking the city.
Battle cries shook heaven and earth, and arrows crossed in the sky like swarms of locusts.
The defenders on the walls fought desperately, hurling logs and rocks down.
On an unremarkable hill behind the battlefield, three figures were watching the spectacle.
Wu Wei sat in the middle, while the Angel God, Qian Yuhan, stood behind him, massaging his shoulders with both hands, again and again.
The Rakshasa God, Ye Si, knelt beside Wu Wei, pounding his legs for him.
The expressions on their faces were quite something.
Qian Yuhan's face was rigid, and visible flames of anger burned in her golden eyes.
The Rakshasa God, Ye Si, was no better.
Below the sky screen, countless people across the Douluo Continent watched the scene in utter silence.
Then, with a boom, the crowd erupted.
"They... They really are serving Wu Wei as maids?!"
Flender stood on the Shrek Academy training ground, his head tilted back and his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "The Angel God and the Rakshasa God! Two gods! One massaging his shoulders, the other pounding his legs!"
"How does he dare?" Dai Mubai swallowed, unable to keep the envy from his eyes.
"Those expressions on their faces..." Ma Hongjun murmured. "They're not willing at all!"
"Shut up!" Flender roared, but even his voice was trembling.
"Heavens..." Oscar no longer knew what to say and could only exclaim instinctively.
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her pretty eyes wide as saucers. She pointed at the sky screen, her voice quivering. "So they... They really agreed? To be Wu Wei's... his maids?"
"What else?" Zhu Zhuqing spoke up for once, her tone remarkably calm, though her fingers were trembling slightly too. "They can't beat him, and they can't run away. Wu Wei still has the Soul Tool containing footage of their fight in his hands. If they don't agree, their disgraceful behavior will be made public. And he'll expose their identities too, so even more serious consequences will await them."
"But... they're gods..." Ning Rongrong's voice grew quieter and quieter.
"As they are now, they're no longer gods," Zhu Zhuqing said coolly. "They're level zero, just like everyone else. Wu Wei is stronger than they are now, so for the time being, there's nothing they can do."
"It's not just for the time being." Yu Xiaogang spoke up wisely at this point. "Unless they have the ability to kill Wu Wei, they won't dare betray him anytime soon! Because all Wu Wei has to do is expose their identities, and those two are finished!"
Xiao Wu clung to Tang San's arm, her mouth open in a round O. "Brother, that Wu Wei is really amazing... He even subdued gods."
Tang San fell silent for a moment, then shifted his gaze from Xiao Wu's face to the black-haired young man standing on the hill in the sky screen, watching the spectacle.
"But he's desecrating the gods." Tang San frowned. He could not help feeling that this was wrong.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi stood in the main hall, silent for a long time.
Behind him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong was silent too.
The scene in the sky screen was too shocking.
The Angel God and the Rakshasa God, two gods, one massaging shoulders and the other pounding legs-who would believe it if someone told them?
It did not matter whether they were willing, how awful their expressions were, or how aggrieved they felt inside.
They were indeed carrying out the duties of maids now.
"This kid really has some nerve!" Gu Rong frowned. "Even if he subdued those two, they were once gods. They've only lost their power temporarily. Once they start cultivating again, will this kid still be able to keep them suppressed?"
"That depends on whether he can keep suppressing those two!" Ning Fengzhi picked up the thread, then said with a laugh, "But no matter what happens in the future, this kid's life has been worth it!"
Bone Douluo did not argue with Ning Fengzhi on that point.
Above the Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu was still kneeling there.
He saw the Angel God standing behind Wu Wei in the sky screen, reluctantly massaging his shoulders, and his whole body trembled.
"Divine Ancestor..."
His voice was trembling, and so were his lips.
The god he had worshipped all his life, the faith he had pursued with everything he had, the being for whom he was willing to sacrifice everything.
At this moment, she stood behind a mortal, serving as a slave and a maid.
Spirit Hall, the Pope's Hall.
Bibi Dong sat on her throne, watching the scene in the sky screen as one finger tapped lightly on the armrest.
"This kid really does dare!"
Bibi Dong watched with great interest. She actually rather admired Wu Wei for what he was doing.
"Someone, come! You must find that Wu Wei in the sky screen for me!"
As the inheritor of the Rakshasa God's divine trials, however, she still had to take action.
After giving the order, she turned back to the sky screen.
She did not quite understand why the sky screen kept showing this Wu Wei.
She also wanted to know what happened next to the Spirit Hall Empire!
Jialing Pass was certain to fall.
She just did not know what would become of the Spirit Hall Empire she would establish in the future.