"Thank you, Father Emperor!" Hu Hai rose to his feet and was about to speak to Ying Zheng when a voice seemed to pierce through space. "Andre, are you there?"
"Father God?" Andre sprang to his feet, his face filled with delight.
"You brat, where exactly have you been?" As he spoke, space rippled, and Andre's Father God appeared out of thin air.
"Father God, I missed you so much." Andre leaped into his father's arms. "You have no idea—the Light Gods shot down my palace while I wasn't paying attention. I drifted through the universe for so long and nearly got sealed by them."
"Don't worry. I won't let them off." The Creator God spoke calmly, then nodded at Ying Zheng and the others. Looking at Qin Yi and Qin Rong nearby, he said softly, "Hm? You two actually carry the scent of fate?"
"What do you mean?" Qin Yi and Qin Rong asked in unison.
"It means someone cast a predestined spell upon your souls. Someone has been watching your growth." The Creator God spoke indifferently. "It was probably another scheme by the Light Gods. You should be from the ancestral planet, right?"
"The ancestral planet?" Qin Yi was baffled.
"You call it Earth. But now, your ancestral planet Earth has nearly been destroyed by them." The Creator God spoke calmly.
"What?" Qin Yi was startled.
"One of your companions, someone named Chen Mu, told us this. He is Nacalles's contractor." The Creator God said calmly.
"Nacalles?" Qin Yi became even more confused.
"Nacalles is one of the outstanding young gods among us Dark Gods. He is the son of the Creator God Prolos. Could he have been plotted against by the Light Gods too?" Andre explained the first two sentences to Qin Yi, while the last was