At the same time that night on top of the Holy Pillar in the demon world, Second Generation Demon Saint was looking into his crystal magic ball when all his scales stood on end; a bad feeling shot straight through the depths of his soul, and with a crack, the magic ball in Second Generation Demon Saint's hand suddenly broke apart.
"Demon Saint's magic ball actually broke… This is an ominous sign!" On the side, Sage Master Shen Wuyue had an astounded look on his face. As the Sage Master who had assisted successive generations of Demon Saint, Shen Wuyue naturally knew what this meant.
The magic ball had cracked once before during First Generation Demon Saint's time. It had just been a minor crack, but First Generation Demon Saint had gotten hemorrhoids the next day, and the toilet bowl had been filled with his blood.