However, this was not so easy to speculate about.
There was too little information, and not much room for deduction.
Bibi Dong pondered for a moment, then asked, "Then why don't you help the Holy Emperor light a light-type Divine Fire now and see? If he can also obtain access to the Rebirth Temple, that would mean your guess is true."
Qian Chaoguang spread his hands helplessly. "I asked. Old Ancestor himself isn't willing. He said something about wanting to light his Divine Fire by his own ability and so on. He wants me to bring him along when I return to Douluo Continent. He wants to relive his youth and go open up those two uncivilized continents for me."
"Tsk. He's already tens of thousands of years old, and he still says one thing while meaning another. Wasn't he the one muttering every day about wanting to retire?" Bibi Dong curled her lip. "Speaking of which, your background really is bewildering enough."
Qian Chaoguang revealed an extremely strange smile. "You can say that again."
Forget Bibi Dong finding it bewildering—even he felt his own background was full of magical realism.
Of all of it, the most fantastical part was the situation when he had first transmigrated to Douluo Continent.
Someone had handed him over to the old butler, which meant that, at the very least, he should have had "relatives" on Douluo Continent.
Qian Chaoguang had even specially asked the old butler in the Rebirth Temple who exactly had handed him over to be raised back then.
Originally, it had only been a casual question, but that one question turned up a problem.
No matter how the old butler tried to recall it, he could not remember what that person had looked like.
He could not even tell whether