For a moment, all the strange and ominous beings felt an unprecedented, intense unease, as though the heavens were about to collapse and a breach had been forcibly torn through the laws on which their existence depended.
"You slew my descendants, so I shall spare no effort to annihilate you!" the Ancestors declared, their voices ringing with force, tearing through the edges of the vast universes beyond the Plateau and making every dark being tremble uncontrollably.
"Do you know why, throughout the endless ages, the number of you End-of-the-Road level beings has always remained at ten?" After a pause, the Ancestors asked.
The four Strange Immortal Emperors in the Calamity Land fell silent. None answered immediately. Their thoughts raced as they tried to find an answer within their long memories and understanding.
Throughout the endless ages, even if their clan's End-of-the-Road level beings died in battle, they could rely on the mysterious power of the Ancestral Land to revive and descend upon the world again.
Occasionally, there were exceptions: enemies of overwhelming power would erase them utterly through irresistible means, leaving them no longer in existence.
Even so, over the long passage of years, new powerhouses would always rise to fill those vacant positions.
Yet since time immemorial, even during the clan's most dazzling and glorious eras, there had never been more than ten End-of-the-Road level beings in the Calamity Land.
That number had always remained ten, no more and no less, as though it were an insurmountable boundary engraved into the very foundation of the clan's existence.
They had never delved into the reason behind that number, merely regarding it as a natural restriction imposed by the Ancestral Land's rules, or some balance in the unseen.
But now, the Ancestors' sudden question plunged them into thought.
"Because there are