Hearing what Carlo said, Yang Yu naturally shifted the conversation,
"Speaking of which, the Silver Teeth Clan, Blazing Fire Clan, and your Winged Hand Clan all hold great reverence for their ancestors."
Flapping his wings, Carlo responded, "From what I understand, in Wansheng Country, ancestor worship is the mainstream. Revering the goddess, on the other hand, is the minority."
"Then, within your race, are there any myths? For instance, where does this power of yours come from, and who exactly created you?"
"That's a difficult question to answer."
After pondering for a moment, Carlo's elongated voice finally reached Yang Yu's ears,
"Who could have created us?
In our culture, everything was born from darkness; from nothingness to being, everything is so. If there truly is a goddess, she must have also come from nothingness.
My ancestors gradually learned to fly, gained this ability, and passed this power down to us.
If there were to be a myth,
