Qin Jiuxiao stared at the blood-red mark on Bi Ji's forehead, his brows tightly knitted.
He could sense that the power contained within the mark far surpassed Soul Power, carrying a powerful, mysterious aura.
Qian Renxue slowly stepped forward and stood beside Qin Jiuxiao, her gaze grave as she studied the mark.
After a moment of silence, she said softly, "Jiuxiao, this power must be divine power. I've encountered Angel Divine Power, so I know this feeling very well. I imagine you've noticed it too."
Qin Jiuxiao nodded slowly.
Rather than respond, he turned to Ye Wanrou. "Family Head Ye, I'd like to ask: what was the Secret Realm that dragged Bi Ji inside used for, and what's in it?"
Ye Wanrou hid nothing. With a sigh, she began slowly, "That Secret Realm was once where our Ye Family ancestor cultivated in seclusion. It contains our family's divine inheritance."
"But ever since our ancestor fell, no one has been able to open that Secret Realm again. We haven't paid it much attention all these years, merely preserving it as an abandoned ruin."
At this point, a helpless look crossed her face. "We never expected that wretched Secret Realm to suddenly awaken and drag Miss Bi Ji into it."
Ye Wanrou was rather speechless herself. This was truly a calamity out of nowhere.
Qin Jiuxiao could tell she was not lying.
But that only made the situation more troublesome.
He really did not know much about gods and could not act rashly. It would be terrible if he harmed Bi Ji.
Although Qian Renxue was the inheritor of a god, she had not yet attained godhood and likely could not do much either.
Only a true god could solve this problem.
And so far, he did not seem to have ever