The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

"Is this guy calling you?"

Yin Chen lowered his voice, completely abandoning his elegant posture of standing with his arms crossed. The blue light at the tip of his staff flickered between light and shadow as his emotions surged.

"This... um, River God, you actually know me?"

This question is far more absurd than all their previous inferences combined.

If Chen Guan is indeed a descendant of the king and has inherited the bloodline of the traitor...

Therefore, this black river, which symbolizes the power of the gods, should rightfully list him as its primary enemy.

It should have used the most vicious means in the world to completely tear him apart and devour him, so that he, like these traitors, would never be reincarnated.

But the scene before me presented a strange welcoming gesture, a gesture of reunion after a long separation.

Their attitudes were the same as those of the stone figures outside.

Long Ao remained silent throughout, but made his stance clear through his actions.

He strode forward, his tall and imposing figure positioned precisely to the side and rear of Chen Guan, ready to provide support and ensure the safety of his flank.

[Holy crap, what's going on? What kind of earth-shattering plot twist is this "You're finally back" line?]

[The earlier plot clearly stated that Chen Guan was a descendant of a traitor.]

The thing in this river must be that betrayed god.

How could God possibly welcome the descendants of his enemy home?

I feel like my brain can't process this; the amount of information is outrageous.

[I'd venture a guess: the god in the coffin is actually a betrayed deity. I think this part of the story could be the subject of a standalone spin-off.]

Chen Guan stood quietly on the black riverbank, not replying to Yin Chen and the others, because he was also a Menggu person.

It feels like a piece of memory has been erased. Is it White Hakimi causing trouble again?

No matter what, it doesn't matter in the moment.

The cacophony of noise that could drive anyone mad had faded from his ears, leaving only that sorrowful yet familiar call.

The sound was reverberating again and again deep within his soul.

"You're finally back."

He could clearly sense that the black river was revealing its entirety to him.

Those points of light floating in mid-air are not merely fragments of a desperate soul; they are the embodiment of memories and emotions.

They are proof that those people lived in that distant era.

They were silently telling him of their eternal loneliness.

Chen Guan slowly lifted his eyelids, his gaze passing directly over the smooth black river surface, looking all the way to the dark area in the distance.

Subsequently, they responded positively to the call that had traveled across endless time and space.

"I'm back."

These brief words instantly shattered the previous silence, and the black river surface immediately surged with violent waves.

The once tranquil river began to churn and surge violently, and the points of light suspended above the river surface lit up with dazzling halos one after another.

The points of light quickly converged, eventually forming a dazzling band of light that swirled along the airflow and flew rapidly toward the location of the coffin.

"Be careful!"

An Changqing roared and instinctively took a step forward, trying to charge.

"Don't move!"

Yin Chen gripped his arm tightly with his other hand, his face filled with an unprecedentedly solemn expression.

"Look at the movement of those points of light!"

The band of light, composed of countless fragments of souls, showed no intention of attacking. It stopped on its own when it approached within a meter of Chen Guan's body.

These points of light carefully circled around the coffin, carrying a mixture of joy at a long-awaited reunion and barely concealed trepidation.

It was as if they dared not easily touch the treasure they had lost and then regained.

The previously noisy and chaotic whispers at the bottom of the river completely subsided, replaced by a low whimper filled with joy—a joy that even someone like An Changqing, who wasn't good at perceiving emotions, could feel.

Thousands of voices converged perfectly in one place at this moment.

"What exactly is going on?"

Hong Yuan stared in astonishment at the miraculous scene before her, her palms sweating so much that she could barely hold onto the heavy axe.

"They seem afraid of you."

Hongyuan swallowed hard.

"But I like you exceptionally much?"

"This has nothing to do with liking."

With this feeling of affection, Su Yuehe finally overcame the sadness welling up in her bones and completely stopped the tears that were swirling in her eyes. She stared fixedly at the coffin in the center, surrounded by countless points of light.

"This is absolute worship."

Su Yuehe's chest heaved.

"They are welcoming their owner back."

"Owner?"

An Changqing mechanically repeated the two words, his face completely blank.

No, where did I get this?

He turned to look at Chen Guan, his companion who usually maintained a cold and distant demeanor.

At this moment, it stands quietly at the very center of the dazzling light.

Chen Guan remained silent throughout, tacitly acquiescing to the light spots' closeness to him.

A completely new and far more shocking hypothesis than that of the descendants of traitors took shape in everyone's minds.

This thought climbed along the flow of blood, eventually gripping the hearts of everyone present.

"The source of his resonance."

Yin Chen's lips trembled slightly.

"He is the one who was betrayed by the king and completely wiped out by the entire civilization."

"The one to whom believers gave everything and then forcibly took everything back."

"god."

Yin Chen uttered the last word as lightly as if it were nothing, yet this faint syllable stirred up a huge wave in everyone's hearts.

The exit of the passage fell into a long silence, with only the gentle breeze stirred up by the swirling and dancing points of soul light remaining.

They are telling this incredible truth in this unique way.

At that very moment, the violently churning black river began to gradually calm down.

In the area directly in front of the coffin, the black river water began to slowly part to the left and right.

A path constructed of materialized darkness appeared, stretching beneath his feet towards the unknown abyss on the other side of the river.

A road leading directly to the source of his regret was opened specifically for him.

The ancient voice originating from the depths of the river echoed in his mind once more, this time with a clear guiding meaning.

"Come back."

The voice gradually lowered.

"Return to your throne."

Chen Guan glanced back at the people around him; judging from their expressions, only he could hear what they were saying.

That whisper, unique to Chen Guan, pierced the surrounding silence, carrying an irresistible allure as it entered his mind, causing his previously calm thoughts to ripple.

God's throne.

A word that can evoke endless greed just by hearing it.

He obediently took his first steps, embarking alone on the dark road leading to the abyss.

Without the slightest hesitation, his figure quickly blended into the dense darkness, his entire silhouette completely swallowed by the shadows.

"List……"

An Changqing had just uttered a syllable when Yin Chen reached out and stopped him.