The celestial man's eyes narrowed as he scanned Yin Yin closely. Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he stepped back, a hint of awe in his voice.
"This… this child… he has two souls."
Yin Yin flinched. "What do you mean?"
"Your physical soul—the one bound to this body—is of Earth origin. But your spiritual soul… it is ancient, dormant, and… connected to the Fourth World."
"Fourth World?" Yin Yin echoed, confused.
His mother's eyes welled with tears. "That's where your true origin lies, Yin'er. The world of cultivators, flames, and gods. You were born with two souls to cross between realms—one to survive in the mortal world, and one to reclaim your destiny."
Yin Yin staggered back. "That explains why I can't cultivate here… my physical soul doesn't carry spiritual roots."
"But," the celestial man added with a smirk, "your spiritual soul is different. It's the heir to the forgotten bloodline of the Phoenix God."
Suddenly, everything made sense—the visions, the ring, the thunder, the strange draw toward the ancient world.
"But if that's true…" Yin Yin said slowly, "then I've been living half a life."
The celestial man nodded. "Then it's time to awaken the other half."