Desolate Heavenly Emperor looked at Yang Qing, his face full of astonishment. What had Yang Qing just said?
According to his original estimate, the Weird Race should have had five or six Sacrifice Dao ancestors. That was already an unimaginably terrifying force.
Unless there were successors who could fight alongside him, with his current strength, he simply could not see any hope of defeating the Weird Race.
Yet now, Yang Qing was telling him that the Weird Race had a total of ten Sacrifice Dao ancestors?
And even if those ten Sacrifice Dao ancestors perished, they could still be resurrected on that plateau beyond the world?
Of course, what puzzled him even more was how Yang Qing knew things that even he did not know.
He only felt that Yang Qing was becoming increasingly mysterious. In his view, Yang Qing likely possessed secrets beyond his imagination.
However, he did not pursue the matter further. Everyone had their secrets, and besides, this was good news for the Myriad Worlds.
"Leave this matter to me! But the situation you face next will be very difficult. Have you thought about how to deal with it?"
After pondering for a moment, Desolate Heavenly Emperor regained his composure. No matter how powerful the Weird Race was, they would have to fight eventually.
The foundation of the Weird Race was indeed too formidable, far beyond his expectations.
But for the Myriad Worlds, being able to learn of this in advance was a great blessing.
Whether it was ten ancestors or the fact that the ancestors could be resurrected, he believed that one day, he would still be able to wipe out the Weird Race.
What concerned him more now was the situation Yang Qing would face next.
Although Yang Qing had been saved after he intervened,