Huai Yin's smile carried a hint of inscrutability.
As the human who understood the Ancient God Clan best, he had already comprehended the rules of the Ancient Supreme's birth two hundred years ago when he returned from the Universe's Deep Space: every planet that had given birth to life had the potential to nurture a god. Whether bathed in the power of Taiyin or the Sun, the gods would always awaken.
This is an eternal law.
"I once saw the planet that nurtured you and your sister."
He said with a faint, ambiguous smile: "In your Milky Way, there's only a Sun infused with the power of Candle Light, yet there's not the accompanying Moon that should be there, infused with the Power of You Ying. If I'm not mistaken, the planet that nurtured Xuanming and Bai Ze likely doesn't have a Sun, right?"
Vermilion Bird Venerate tapped the armrest of the Divine Seat, enunciating each word: "You know quite a lot."
Heh.
