Actually, there was one most important reason she had managed to keep her life: the commotion caused by "Ye" had been too great, drawing the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix clan's close attention. The Six Tribes of the God Realm had their misgivings and thus had not dealt her a fatal blow. They had even reluctantly bestowed upon her the title of "Nether God." But good treatment was out of the question. Not only had she received no fief, she had not even been granted a place to curl up in.
Granny Yan turned and pointed at the grave on the other side. "Although my old fellow was granted the title of 'Moon God,' he was not welcome within the tribe either. Ming was casually assigned to settle down at my home, enduring others' disdain alongside my husband and me."
Yue Qianchou asked in surprise, "You are also members of the Six Tribes of the God Realm?"
"That's right! We are descendants of the Bright Ancient God." A flash of mockery passed across Granny Yan's face as she said this, as though she did not wish to have too much involvement with that clan. Changing the subject, she continued, "After Ming came to us, we were all people who suffered neglect and cold stares. Perhaps because we shared the same fate, we got along very well. Later, Ming lived in seclusion and rarely showed herself to the outside world. Using a Nether Cultivation Great Law, she transformed the dead fetus in her womb into a Nether Fetus and actually continued nurturing it. Although the fetus grew incredibly slowly, it was indeed a miraculous technique."
The three exchanged glances. None of them had expected such a bizarre thing. There was no need to say it aloud—they all knew the Nether Fetus