A hush fell over the chamber, the murmuring abruptly silenced. The Ancient True Gods exchanged startled glances, their eyes widening with disbelief and apprehension. The name of the God of Mortals hung heavy in the air, a figure shrouded in legend.
"The God of Mortals?" the elderly True God spoke, his voice hoarse with disbelief. "But that's impossible. He perished during the Primordial War. How could his legacy have been passed down safely?"
"Indeed," another True God added, his voice laced with confusion. "He fell at the Primal Chaos Wall, alongside the Gods of Time and Death, defending our world from the outlaws."
Yun Lintian found this strange. "Where did you hear that?"
Everyone exchanged confused glances.
"Are you saying that he wasn't dead and passed his legacy down to an inheritor?" the elderly True God asked attentively.
"Yes. There's another version of the story," Yun Lintian said.
