The Yellow River
"What he is? Like the kind of person or species or race-"
Hao Xuan was confused by the question and that confusion did not lessen whatsoever in the next few seconds.
"No, WHAT he is. When you hear his name what do you expect to see?"
"I guess a...man draped in yellow? Or an entity with similar color schemes? I'm not sure what you mean."
"Exactly that, the second one! The Nine are supreme beings existing far above the realm of our understanding but they can still have physical forms and some even prefer them over the alternative. My master, the 'King in Yellow' gets his name from where he was born."
"In...the color yellow...?"
"Haha, sadly no. But that would certainly be something, wouldn't it?" Lord Yami let out another laugh before continuing his explanation in much the same jovial manner, "He was born from the yellow river, the river of time."
'!!!'
Understandably, Hao Xuan was quite shocked to hear that.