When Hua Lin Yu arrived at the beguiling night tree, somebody was already standing beneath its branches. His back was turned toward him and his hands folded behind, making him look quite leisurely.

For just a moment, Hua Lin Yu wondered if it might be Xiao Li but after looking more closely, that definitely wasn’t the case. No, this person didn’t have the same bearing. In fact, if he had to say who he reminded him of, then it would have been Xin Lan, not Xiao Li.

The realization put him in a daze and he couldn’t help but stare, alerting the person in question to his presence.

The man turned around and then slowly raised his brows. “A fallen god?”

Hua Lin Yu stared at him in a daze, not knowing what he was talking about. He could only repeat his words in puzzlement. “A fallen god?” What kind of fallen god? This was something that he had never heard about but it didn’t sound like a good thing.

The man motioned to the spot between his eyebrows, looking at Hua Lin Yu quietly.

Hua Lin Yu only tilted his head, still not getting it. He couldn’t see anything there so he almost felt like that man was joking with him. But then, his expression was quite serious while he looked at him.

For a moment, neither of them said a word. Then, it suddenly dawned on Hua Lin Yu that if that guy was looking at him, he probably wasn’t talking about his own brows. He reached up, touching the spot between his brows when suddenly, there was some kind of whisper in his mind: ‘A trueborn god whose soul was damaged and fractured.’

Hua Lin Yu hurriedly took his hand back, looking startled.

The man beneath the tree raised his brows and then rubbed his chin, looking as if he was wondering if he had just done something wrong. He stayed where he was for a moment and then slowly walked over, once again folding his hands behind his back. “You didn’t know?”

Hua Lin Yu could only stare at him in a daze, not understanding what was going on. “What about fallen gods?” Even though he had visited the dragon realm, he hadn’t had anything to do with the gods.

He knew that they existed and he knew from Xin Lan and from what he had heard and read in the Jian Yi Sect that they were living in the so-called Nine Heavens, but he didn’t think that he had ever actually met one. And those were just the trueborn gods. As far as fallen gods were concerned, they were something that was completely new to him.

He had only ever seen an ascended deity but those didn’t seem to have anything to do with the fallen gods considering that they were not trueborn gods so what he had just heard in his mind shouldn’t apply to them. Hua Lin Yu furrowed his brows and once again rubbed that spot, wondering what was up with it.

As soon as he touched it, that whisper was back in his mind: ‘Ascended deities were originally mortal so they do not have the ability to become fallen gods.’

Hua Lin Yu froze, his eyes widening. He had no idea what was going on but this was something that had never happened before. He stared at the man in front of him and wondered if he had anything to do with this.

The man also raised his brows, finally motioning at him again. “You look like one. But it seems that you yourself had not realized that yet. This is really the first time I am seeing something like this.”

Hua Lin Yu lowered his hand and stared at the man in a daze. “But that can’t be. I’m a mortal! I mean, I’m a mortal cultivator but I just heard in my mind that you can’t become a fallen god if you were originally mortal.” After saying that, he also realized that it sounded crazy. He furrowed his brows, then twisted his hands, taking a step back. “You’re doing this, aren’t you?!”

The man hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, taking a few steps back. “I’m not doing anything. But you might want to take a look in the mirror. I don’t know why you’d think you’re a mortal but I can assure you that you’re not.

“That thing between your eyebrows, that is a sign of having fallen. It’s called the mark of wisdom and it is said to give the fallen gods access to all knowledge of the world.” He looked at Hua Lin Yu and his own brows slightly furrowed. “To be honest, this is a bit curious. You do seem like a human cultivator. Judging from the spiritual energy you give off, you are two realms away from being able to ascend to godhood.”

In his whole life, he had never seen something like this. Fallen gods were originally rare. So really, this might not be anything strange but he also wouldn’t have thought that a mortal could become a fallen god. Or should they be considered a fallen mortal then?

He didn’t know what to think but finally opened the spatial bracelet he was wearing, rummaging around for a moment before taking out a black mirror. “Take a look at this. Don’t imbue any spiritual energy. This is black crystal glass, it works like a … well, I guess you mortals still use flying cranes. Either way, it is a tool to communicate with others over long distances. You should still be able to see your face inside.”

Hua Lin Yu took the mirror in a daze, looking at him strangely. “So like a transmission stone?”

The man raised his brows in surprise. “Are you sure you want to tell me you’re just a mortal cultivator? I didn’t think those knew about transmission stones. They are usually only found in the immortal realms, after all. Over here, I never heard of them.”

Hua Lin Yu had an explanation for that but he didn’t want to share his life story with a stranger. Thus, he kept it to himself and instead turned to look at the black glass. It didn’t reflect his appearance as well as a bronze mirror could have, but he still saw what the man meant: Between his eyebrows, there was a curved black line that was indeed reminiscent of some kind of mark. Seeing it, Hua Lin Yu’s hands slightly trembled. Whatever this was, he definitely didn’t like it.

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