Xiao Yu clutched the hem of her clothes, her fingertips turning white. To uncover Yun Tian's true identity, she had finally used her special connection with the Netherworld Guardian-her adoptive father, an ancient being who had lived through countless years. If even he knew nothing of this Spirit God's origins, there might be no one left who could resolve the doubts in her heart.
A thin gray mist rippled through the void, and a figure slowly took shape within its swirling depths. The Netherworld Guardian wore a long robe, faint traces of deathly aura lingering around him. He carried the weathered air of someone who had passed through the cycle of life and death, as though he had just crawled back from Avici Hell with the smoke of battle still clinging to his soul. Yun Tian's gaze sharpened slightly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the rim of his teacup. The man's condition truly suggested that he had walked up to death's door, then forcibly broken free of the god of death's shackles.
"Father." Xiao Yu hurried forward, urgency in her voice.
The Netherworld Guardian looked at her, first startled, then raising his brows slightly as he teased, "Xiao Yu? Hmm? What happened to you? Why have you abandoned your perfectly good men's clothes and changed back into women's clothing?"
Xiao Yu's cheeks flushed. She awkwardly smoothed her skirt and changed the subject. "Ah, that's a long story. Father, let me ask you something first-do you know any Spirit Gods?"
"Spirit Gods?" The Netherworld Guardian withdrew his gaze, his expression growing more serious. "Yes. I've heard of most of the Spirit Gods from my era, and I've even had dealings with some of them." He paused, then asked upon seeing the anxiety in Xiao Yu's eyes, "Why? Have you encountered a Spirit