Yvonne Xuan was completely thrown off balance. The middle-aged man's revelations had shattered the limits of her imagination. She’d always known Evan Chu was someone reborn, but to discover that she herself was a reincarnated soul—and that they had already been lovers in the God Realm? That was just too wild, almost like fate itself was playing tricks.
Even stranger, her bloodline was nearly a mirror of Evan’s—he was half-human, half-dragon, and she was half-human, half-Qilin. But she’d never felt a trace of Qilin blood within her before. Right now, she couldn’t help but wonder if the middle-aged man was just spinning tales.
Her face flickered with a storm of emotions. For a moment, words failed her—she could only lock her gaze on Evan, desperate for his take on all this. Meanwhile, a fresh wave of anxiety surged in Evan’s heart.
Once his true identity was exposed, Princess Serena Hua was bound to find out. Evan’s mind spun with dread—he didn’t even dare imagine what kind of storm that revelation would bring. Princess Serena had sworn vengeance against Lord Frostbane, blaming him for sending her father into the War of the Gods, where he’d met his doom.
There was no way out—he could only grit his teeth and charge forward, praying that fate had some mercy left for him. He spoke up, voice steady despite the turmoil inside: "Alright, since Yvonne’s background is so extraordinary, I trust Senior won’t cause them any more trouble. I’m in no danger now, so you all should go. The God-Venerable Senior’s treasure only lets one person in—don’t waste your worries on me."
The four women exchanged puzzled glances with Evan, but they knew he was speaking the truth. "If that’s how it is, we’ll wait here for you to come out. Right now, just focus on cracking that stone gate," Yvonne urged, her tone laced with urgency.
Evan wanted nothing more than to give that brat a good smack—if they stuck around, they’d only stir up a bigger mess for him! Without hesitation, he sent a secret sound transmission to Jade, telling her to take everyone away for now. And of course, he warned her: don’t let Princess Serena Hua catch wind of his real identity.
Jade was baffled—she couldn’t figure out why Evan was so afraid of Princess Serena learning the truth. Still, she nodded in agreement. "Let’s head out for now. Who knows what’s happening at Loveless Sword Tomb? We should be there to help. Since you’re safe here, we’ll wait for you to come back there instead."
"Jade’s got a point—we really should go check out Loveless Sword Tomb. This whole mess is Evan’s doing, so we’d better go handle the fallout," Serena Frost chimed in, half-joking and half-exasperated.
None of the four had any objections—they hurried off without another word. Only when Evan watched them disappear did he finally let out a long, shaky breath. He hadn’t even realized cold sweat was trickling down his forehead until that moment.
"Go on, open the stone gate. Who would’ve thought you’d have not one, but two princesses tagging along? Now that’s something you don’t see every day. Looks like your identity really isn’t simple—maybe you really are Lord Frostbane’s reincarnation, just like you claim. But until I see proof with my own eyes, I’m not buying it," the middle-aged man said, his eyes sharp and skeptical.
Evan didn’t bother replying—he just locked his eyes on the stone gate, mind racing. Brute force was a dead end here. There had to be something special about this door, some hidden trigger. If he could just sniff it out, maybe he could break through.
He swept the gate again and again with his divine sense, searching for any clue. Just now, he’d actually forgotten to ask Serena Hua what those ancient seal script characters meant—no wonder his head was throbbing now.
After what felt like ages, he still came up empty-handed. Evan finally reached out and ran his fingers over the carvings. At first, it was just cold—like touching a block of ice. But then, his fingertips brushed something extraordinary: the surface was made of crystal, humming with energy.
But these crystals were sealed tight, off-limits to him—some kind of restriction was in play. The realization sent a thrill through his veins. Maybe this was the breakthrough he’d been searching for!
The middle-aged man kept his eyes glued to Evan’s every move. He was powerless before this stone gate too. In truth, the door was wrapped in a monstrous barrier—try to smash it, and it’d lash back with force equal to your own. The harder you hit, the harder it hit back; go soft, and it barely nudged you at all.
Suddenly, Evan sensed a shift inside him—his Chaos Immortal Force started spinning on its own, catching him off guard. But that was nothing compared to what came next: deep in his dantian, the dormant drop of God’s Blood began to glow, radiating golden light.
"God’s Blood is reacting... Could it be that this stone gate needs the power of God’s Blood to open?" Evan wondered, heart pounding with anticipation.
Just as he’d guessed, the God’s Blood erupted in a torrent of golden light and energy, surging through Evan’s arm and into the gate. The ancient seal script on the stone blazed to life, resonating in perfect harmony with his divine blood. Evan’s entire body was bathed in gold, transformed into a living beacon—leaving the middle-aged man staring, dumbstruck.
The sheer force unleashed by the God’s Blood sent a chill straight to the middle-aged man’s bones. He could sense it—an aura of absolute dominance radiated from Evan, one he knew all too well. It was Lord Frostbane’s aura. In that instant, the man was utterly convinced: Evan was Lord Frostbane reborn.
Evan hadn’t expected things to get so wild. The golden light from the seal script converged in a flash, forming a spinning six-pointed star. In the blink of an eye, the star shot a brilliant golden beam into the stone gate.
With a crisp, echoing crack, the stone gate swung open on its own. Evan was so ecstatic he could barely breathe, let alone speak. Deep down, he felt it—this God-Venerable must be tied to him by fate. Otherwise, why would his God’s Blood react so perfectly? Maybe this treasure was left here for him alone.
As the gate opened, the golden six-pointed star faded away, restoring a hush to the world. All the energy Evan had burned, every ache and discomfort, vanished without a trace. He didn’t rush in; instead, he turned to the middle-aged man, eyes burning with anticipation.
"The gate’s open. Do I have your permission to enter?" Evan asked, his voice low but brimming with intensity.
"Go on—you’re the fated one. Inside, you’ll uncover every answer you’ve been searching for. My master’s final command is fulfilled, and now, at last, I’m released from my duty," the middle-aged man said, his voice echoing with solemnity and relief.
Evan’s heart lurched. "Released? Don’t tell me you’re planning to throw your life away! Even an ant clings to existence—why rush to your end?"
"I should’ve followed my master long ago, but his command kept me bound to this world, suffering without end. Now that my task is done, I have no regrets—it’s finally time to join him," the middle-aged man replied, his words heavy with loyalty and sorrow.
Evan hadn’t expected the Qilin to be so fiercely loyal, so bound by honor. He couldn’t let him die—not when he’d need allies for his journey to the God Realm, and this Qilin was the perfect candidate. Besides, there were a mountain of questions only the Qilin could answer…