Just as Jiang Yun was beginning to feel disappointed, Desolate Emperor's figure, which had already dimmed and faded away, suddenly lit up again.
A voice transmission seemed to cross the primordial vastness of the universe. Traversing endless stretches of space and time, it came with difficulty from the crumbling figure within the Phoenix-Winged Bone Dragon's True Spirits.
"A warning... the Underworld and Soul River are safe to visit... don't set foot on the Plateau... your... Dark Source... is too pure... the Ominous and Weird will notice... possession... corruption..."
The voice was faint, yet it carried an undeniable force. Every word had crossed an endless distance, inscribed by the order of the Grand Dao.
At the same time, the Pollen Path Ancestral Method that the Ancestor had cut short began, under the influence of that mysterious transmission, to complete itself bit by bit.
The obscure runes and incantations leaped and flickered like nimble spirits, gradually assembling into a complete, peerless technique.
Surprise and anticipation flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes. He immersed himself wholly in this rare opportunity, trying to etch every detail deep into his mind.
Desolate Emperor's warning, however, was too distant and indistinct. It came and went, and Jiang Yun could not make out all of it.
It seemed Desolate Emperor was telling him not to set foot on the Plateau itself. Lying low among the Four Great Sources was fine, but he must not go where the Plateau lay.
"The Plateau!"
Jiang Yun pondered silently. The Plateau possessed a consciousness. The Ten Ancestors were not the ultimate power. What truly manipulated everything, allowing the Weird Clan to return from death and remain undefeated, was the Plateau that had awakened to consciousness.
The Plateau was the source of every horror across the Heavens and Myriad Realms. Desolate Emperor seemed