The Myriad Tribulation Reincarnation Lotus swayed gently, its three Dao Flowers continuously opening and closing as they devoured the essence of the Myriad Worlds.
Yang Qing sat cross-legged beneath the Myriad Tribulation Reincarnation Lotus, his eyes closed and expression calm. Endless runes cascaded down, surrounding him with countless auspicious rays.
At that moment, he seemed to be immersed in an ocean of the Great Dao, listening to its wondrous melodies and comprehending the source of all laws. He felt as though he had attained profound enlightenment.
At that moment, past, present, future, and the Myriad Worlds all existed within his mind. He seemed like a supreme being who held heaven and earth in his grasp.
"In a certain sense, this is a feasible method!" Yang Qing thought to himself.
The Myriad Tribulation Reincarnation Lotus had clearly been exploited, turned into a vessel through which the Weird Race sought to evolve the Dao and laws of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.
Those three flower buds had not originally belonged to the Myriad Tribulation Reincarnation Lotus. They had been artificially cultivated afterward, corresponding to the Desolate Heavenly Emperor's three Dao Flowers.
Being able to create three flower buds meant that, in a certain sense, the Weird Race had already succeeded halfway.
Then, by using countless prodigies from the Myriad Worlds as nourishment to evolve the Desolate Heavenly Emperor's Dao and laws, there truly had been a possibility of success.
Yet throughout the ages, there had only ever been one Desolate Heavenly Emperor. He had become a Peerless Expert by carving out his path step by step.
Moreover, the Great Self-Transformation Technique was simply too special. It needed to be evolved from its very origin, and the result of each evolution was different.
The Weird Race had ultimately failed. Judging from the situation here,