"That's right."
"We meet again."
The man smiled faintly. "I never expected you to come to the Dark Realm too. What a coincidence."
"Indeed."
"Our bond runs deep."
"Wonderfully so."
"So can you tell me who you are?"
Jiang Qiao asked with a smile.
"Of course."
"With your strength and background, you're more than qualified to know who I am."
"You can call me Yin Qiu."
"Or you can call me the Blood God."
Yin Qiu?
The Blood God?
Hearing those two names, Jiang Qiao asked, "You're neither a living human nor a special vicious ghost. Are you an evil spirit?"
"In human terms."
"I do count as an evil spirit."
Yin Qiu snapped his fingers softly, and a carpet appeared beneath his feet.
He sat down on it.
His bare feet folded naturally into a cross-legged position.
He looked perfectly at ease.
"So those black threads outside have something to do with you?" Jiang Qiao continued.
"To be precise."
"They have something to do with my physical body."
Yin Qiu beckoned, and a dense tangle of black threads immediately appeared in his palm. But the moment they appeared, they seemed to encounter some strange gravitational pull, drifting naturally toward the ground before vanishing.
"The Dark Domain devours black threads, but it has no effect on red ones."
As he spoke.
He turned his palm over again.
Several fine, blood-red threads appeared on it—the very red threads he had used in his earlier battle with Jiang Qiao.
"Your physical body?"
"So you're here to find your physical body?"
"Your physical body is the Earth Lord?"
Jiang Qiao asked.
"You could say that." Yin Qiu put away the red threads and smiled. "Actually, I hadn't planned on doing this. My physical body hasn't fully recovered yet. Leaving it deep in the