Half an hour later.
Doom Crow and the other demons came to Xia Ping with grave expressions.
"Did you find out anything?" Xia Ping asked.
Doom Crow nodded. "After a round of harsh interrogation, they were still stubborn at first, but a few couldn't endure the torture and confessed some things."
"They are building an Ancestor Altar."
At this point, its expression abruptly turned solemn, and it could not help clenching its fists.
Ancestor Altar?!
Xia Ping blinked, clearly having no idea what that meant.
"An Ancestor Altar, as the name suggests, is an altar used to worship one's ancestors."
Doom Crow explained, "But such an altar does more than worship ancestors. Its most important function is its bloodline connection. Through Ancestor Altars, they can establish contact and resonance with one another, no matter how far apart they are."
It said that the Demon Race had similar methods as well. By constructing Ancestor Altars, they could contact tribes of their own kind scattered throughout every corner of the world.
Moreover, this kind of contact could not be blocked and ignored spatial distance entirely. It was an extremely advanced means of communication, far more powerful than electromagnetic waves, radio, and the like.
However, building an Ancestor Altar was no simple task. First, it required a great deal of precious materials. Second, it required sufficient racial blood. Finally, it needed the accumulated power of racial faith over time.
Only when those three factors came together could a successful Ancestor Altar be constructed.
Once it succeeded, that Ancestor Altar could connect with Ancestor Altars scattered across every corner of the universe, allowing them to communicate with one another.
"Brother Xia, we must stop this."
"That's right. Once the Five Great Races successfully construct the Ancestor Altar, we're finished."
"Indeed. If they contact their