Willow God had never doubted the talent or ability of the man before her.
From the moment Meng Chuan appeared beneath her and they first met, he had gone on creating miracles and shattering conventional wisdom.
Meng Chuan had faith in himself, and others had faith in him too. After all, he had never disappointed them in the end.
And if Meng Chuan succeeded in breaking through, he would surely deal with the Weird Race once he emerged from seclusion.
After ascending to Chaos, Immortal Emperors, Ancestors, and the Plateau would all be beneath notice.
The only one who might stop Meng Chuan after his breakthrough was the Origin Ancestor, whose present state was unknown and who was suspected to be the source of the weird power.
But from what Meng Chuan knew of that being, he would not meddle in others' affairs.
Someone who cared nothing for his own life and wanted only to die would hardly care about the Weird Race.
The Weird Race had been born because of him, but they were not his people. They had arisen after his death by absorbing negative substances from his ashes.
Strictly speaking, that race would not even let him rest in peace.
Their extinction would have nothing to do with him.
"Do you want to see the others?" Ruthless asked.
"Since they aren't here, there's no need to disturb them." Meng Chuan shook his head. The people he knew in Shi Hao's Heavenly Court were all away fighting the Weird Race.
Meng Chuan had nothing else to do here, nor did he need to make such a commotion that everyone took notice.
If this breakthrough had not carried considerable danger, and had been merely an ordinary advance in cultivation, he would not even have needed to do all those