When the fight finally ended, Wang Ling caught sight of something from the corner of his eyes. He picked up Qinyang's severed leg and then approached her, saying, "Do you still want this?" as if it the thing he was holding was some discarded food.

Qinyang… could not answer. Her mouth remained open throughout.

"Yeah, let's just wait for your limbs to grow. So, you with the twins?" Wang Ling asked clearly forgetting who she was. To be fair she no longer had any mask, "Hmmm… you are not saying anything, I'm pretty sure your tongue wasn't cut—"

"Those pair of cold eyes, the calmness of your tone, the hint of superior Holy Qi, that intensity hiding behind your veins, the Blood Seeking Sword… you-you are the All Father… the true All Father!" Qinyang's voice began to crack as she looked around and then, quickly she looked at her arms, "Oh my, oh my, oh my, I am not ready for this! Holy! Everyone is not going to believe this! I need to get an autograph! Ah, Wait! My Spatial Storage was lost at the earlier fight… um, can you sign me at the side of my face? I'll turn it into a scar!"

"…you are weird, little girl. And this is coming from someone who had seen almost everything from shameless people to idiots." Wang Ling could not believe he's meeting someone like Qinyang. But he did not despise her honesty.

Qinyang couldn't even make heads or tails of what's happening, "I-I want to shake your hands but…" she waved her still regrowing arms, "I can't exactly do it with this… please sight my shoulder!"

"Stop trying to make me sign your skin, I don't do such a thing and it is rather disturbing. Also, you are quick to accept my identity, you didn't even let me explain, though I appreciate cutting the mindless chatter." Wang Ling then flicked his wrist and summoned a white flame.

The white flames flickered before turning into a tiny snake that wrapped itself around Wang Ling's arm. Seeing this, Qinyang couldn't even find her breath, "Th-that's the Heavenly Flame God Serpent! Ho-how? I heard nothing about it leaving its domain."

"Don't worry, this is not the original. Suzhen should still be in her domain or something… you seem to know these flames."

"Of course, the Heavenly Flames, the Heavenly Flame God Serpent, the All-Father's First-Born Daughter! She's the flame that refused to die even after your demise, flickering with the wind together with the Hell Blaze God Beast! They devoured the heaven and hell in order to wait for you, the All-Father!" Qinyang was very proud that she remembered the story to stay the least. She smiled as Wang Ling just struck her nape to paralyze her movements.

"Um… are you going to kill me?" Qinyang asked yet her eyes still sparkled, "If I die by the All-Father's hands at least once it would be my honor… oh yeah, please don't destroy or eat my soul I can't get reborn that way."

"…you have a really wild imagination, don't you?"

"It is an honor to be complimented."

"That's not a compliment. Now, don't move I am going to inject the Heavenly Flames directly in your body. You are a Phoenix so invigorating you with high-class flames would do you more than less, but the Holy Properties may conflict with each other as they are from different origins, but just make sure not to fight back, can you do that?"

"Heh!" Qinyang showed Wang Ling a smug expression, "I do not know… but don't worry, I am capable of processing Holy Qi quite nicely!"

"I don't know where you get that confidence from, well, it won't kill you so why not—" Wang Ling moved his hands, the serpent moved and then slithered to Qinyang's neck before eventually reaching her mouth.

The white flames quickly reached her core and was brought to every part of her body. For a moment, the Heavenly Flames began a rampage and alarmed Wang Ling, but soon enough, Qinyang's meridians morphed and accepted every drop it presented.

Fwu!

Qinyang's vitality regained its intensity, her body was then wrapped with Vermillion Flames and began a process of revitalization! Before long, she managed to empty everything Wang Ling could provide her, his qi became nutrients and what she lacked was automatically seized even without her giving any notion.

[Hooh, what a greedy bottomless person. She needs far more than I thought.] Wang Ling thought before allowing Qinyang to devour his flames that seemingly had no end but even before long, even he found himself unable to support what she demanded!

Without any hesitation, Wang Ling cut off their connection as almost ninety percent of his qi was stolen from him, [From what I could gather that's not even the limitations of her core.] Wang Ling was honestly surprised.

Though he was only at Worldly Manifestation, the fourth cultivation realm Wang Ling's capacity was beyond that of his peers. He was at least a dozen or two worth of prodigy-level cultivators in terms of qi capacity, yet even with that his qi was devoured like nothing.

[Of course, the fight with the Impostors drained but… she's still an abnormality.] Wang Ling didn't know what to make of Qinyang but, he had a thought that could explain why this was so, [She's beyond the strength of a Mortal.]

Beyond the Rank-5 Cultivation Realm, was the same as the Immortal Realms of the past Era. If Qinyang was a Deity, that would explain how she could reach such a level. Deities were existences, like the Devils and the Holy Race their time flows differently, growing only after millennia had passed.

For a human the Golden Years of their cultivation last from six to seventeen, so about ten years. The beastmen would have about 15 years, and the elves and other long-lived race for 50 years and beyond.

For the Primordial Races like the Ten Generation Deities and the Two Origin Races, they never leave their Golden Years.

The moment they were born their bodies were already perfect.

For a member of the Primordial Race, a single year for a year equates to a millennium. Meaning, it takes fifteen thousand years for them to reach their teenage years. But, due to this, by the time they reach the age of seven or seven thousand years, they were already a perfect cultivator, uncontested and without equal — outside their races of course.

Wang Ling knew this because of Roan, and after putting one and one together, he managed to piece out that Yuan Qing and Yuan Ming, and this Qinyang were, Deities.

[So… I was picking a fight against Deities… good to know I am still ignorant to engage in a losing fight.]

He said as he watched Qinyang quickly recover her limbs, [Well, good to know that I am still above them if they hide their true strength.] he smiled, reassured that he if push comes to shove, he could hunt a disguised Deity.

As Qinyang healed, Wang Ling sat there, reimagining his confrontation if he and the twins fought again.