I picked up the scattered attributes

"Fellow Daoist, are you looking for me?"

A deafening voice, like the first thunderclap at the dawn of creation, boomed and reverberated in the young man's ears!

Only then did he notice that a huge face had appeared above his head!

That face belonged to Feng Xia!

The face was enormous, practically blotting out the sky, completely blocking his view.

"You... what... what!?"

Only now did the white-robed, feathered youth realize that the Purple Mansion he had been in was actually just a wisp of primordial energy slowly flowing in Feng Xia's palm!

However, because Feng Xia's primordial spirit was so powerful, he didn't notice anything unusual at first!

"Your primordial spirit! Your primordial spirit—"

The white-clad youth's gaze swept downwards, finally finding his killing arrow near Feng Xia's eyelids.

The invincible arrow of the God of Slaughter, like a tiny hair, weakly touched Feng Xia's eyelid.

then……

Then there is no more.

His killing arrow was flicked off by Feng Xia's eyelids, and while still in mid-air, it disintegrated into mottled specks of spiritual light.

"...What kind of monster are you?!"

Faced with the young man's terrified shout, Feng Xia first fell silent, then grinned and revealed a smile.

"Fellow Daoist of the Feathered God Clan, I am a human, a pure and genuine human. Can't you tell?"

"fart!"

The young man in white immediately spat and cursed, "Do you think I'm blind? You call this thing a primordial spirit?"

"It's just an illusion."

Feng Xia chuckled, not dwelling on the issue, and instead said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist of the Feathered God Clan, my clan and I are still salvageable. If you can answer my question, I might consider sparing your life."

The young man in white belatedly realized what was happening: "Wait! You figured out I'm from the Feathered God Clan?!"

He believed he was very well hidden; not to mention true gods of the same level, even stronger beings would have almost no chance of discovering his race!

It hadn't been long since it came out, and its true form had already been recognized!

"Are the Feathered Gods difficult to recognize?"

This time, Feng Xia was speechless for a moment, and said, "I have met the Feather God Clan before, and I know as much about your race's secrets as you do about them."

Of course, most of it was revealed to him gradually by the former Demon Emperor, who was always thinking about beautiful women, during his casual conversations with Yu Qianjue.

It should be more than enough to fool a Feathered God who doesn't seem to be very bright.

……

Chapter 0938

"Have you really seen other Feathered Gods...?"

Soon after.

The young man, dressed in white robes and a feathered crown, murmured, his eyes filled with confusion.

It's important to know that the Feathered God Clan is not numerous.

Even across all the myriad realms, there are only a handful of them.

To put it dramatically, the Feathered God Clan is now on the verge of extinction.

Even though they still bear the name of the gods, they are inferior to many ordinary races in terms of both scale and strength.

This is precisely why he ended up living in exile.

The Feathered God Clan can no longer exist as a race.

Even the current clan leader, no matter how high his status, must go out to make a living in order to avoid the extinction of the clan.

However, the Feathered God Clan is not good at fighting, and their strength is at the very bottom among those of the same level.

Aside from being fairly good-looking, she has almost no other redeeming qualities.

In the past, the Feathered God Clan, relying on their divine status, managed to make a living by serving as singers and dancers.

After all, being served by the gods is undoubtedly a symbol of status for many people!

Just recently, Ziwei issued an edict stripping the Feather God Clan of their divine status.

As a result, the Feathered God Clan lost even their last means of survival overnight.

"Of course I have."

Feng Xia smiled and nodded, saying, "His name is Yu Qianjue. He is young and promising, and he has become the ruler of a country. He is living a very good life."

The young man in white paused, then murmured, "Yu Qianjue... Yu Qianjue, I remember everyone's name, but there's no one named Yu Qianjue..."

His eyes suddenly shone with unprecedented brilliance.

The young man in white stepped in front of Feng Xia and said excitedly, "Fellow Daoist! My dear fellow Daoist, where have you seen my people before?"

Right behind him, a pair of pure white wings suddenly unfolded, shimmering with a faint light, and white feathers fluttered down.

He no longer concealed his identity as a member of the Feathered God Clan.

Faced with the young man's eager gaze, Feng Xia fell silent.

"Fellow Daoist, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

After a moment, he finally managed to utter a few words.

The young man in white stood there, frozen in place.

In fact, Feng Xia had already recognized the young man's identity by now.

Yu Qianjue had mentioned to him that he was the last patriarch of the Feather God Clan, and also the last deity.

A legendary figure, yet also one whose reputation is both praised and criticized.

Yu Hui, the last patriarch of the Feathered God Clan.

—From the very beginning, Feng Xia felt that there was definitely something wrong with this name.

They were already at their wits' end, and then they named themselves "Afterglow"—wasn't that just cursing themselves to die soon?

"Fellow Daoist..."

Seeing Yu Hui frozen in place, Feng Xia patted him on the shoulder earnestly: "Have you ever considered changing your name?"

Yu Hui was stunned for a moment: "What name should I change it to?"

"How about we change the name to 'One Trillion Balance'?"

"???"

Yu Hui was lost in thought.

Yu Hui stopped thinking.

"Forget it, we'll talk about changing the name later."

Seeing his expression, Feng Xia shook his head with amusement: "As for that clansman you have never met, for some reason, I cannot tell you too much for the time being."

Yu Hui suddenly snapped to attention, as if he instantly understood something, and hurriedly nodded, saying, "I understand! I won't ask anything until the time is right!"

—No, you don't understand at all!

The reason I didn't tell you is simply because Yu Qianjue wasn't even born in this era!

Having witnessed the afterglow, Feng Xia could naturally deduce the current era.

More than three thousand years ago, it was either the end of the Lingyun era or the Dark Ages!

In this era, Yu Qianjue hadn't even been born yet.

"However, it is also possible that the Lingyun era ended 24,000 years ago. Perhaps we can already find an answer as to exactly which year it happened."

At the same time, Feng Xia thought of even more.

In this chaotic and turbulent era, the Goddess Wu Guan had just been born, and the Ancestor of the Dust Sea was still the sixteenth prince, not yet suppressed in the Forsaken Ancient Land!

Once upon a time, he was filled with longing and boundless aspirations for this era.

He even became close friends with the brilliant Emperor Lingyun multiple times in his dream reincarnations, transcending time and space.

However, as his cultivation level continued to improve and he learned more about this world, Feng Xia gradually realized...

The era of Lingyun may truly be over.

"If this really is three thousand years ago, perhaps I could still make a trip to the Xuan Yuan World, meet Emperor Lingyun, and see the young and promising Sixteenth Prince!"

After calming his turbulent emotions, Feng Xia smiled and looked at Yu Hui: "Fellow Daoist, won't you buy me a drink?"

"Want a drink? Very well! Please follow me, fellow Daoist!"

Yu Hui was quite straightforward about this matter.

Although he was penniless.