Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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Just as Xuanming was about to step into the void and head to Douluo Star, a rapid and energetic whooshing sound suddenly broke the silence in the hall.

"Wait! I want to see it too!"

With a clear, crisp shout, a youthful figure, like a whirlwind of purple and green, rushed into the solemn and majestic hall of the Divine Realm Committee.

She was a girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

She had long, deep purple hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, its color profound and mysterious, much like the god of destruction.

But unlike the suffocating oppression of destruction, she exuded a vibrant, fresh, and natural life force.

When she raised her head, the eyes she revealed were an emerald green, just like the Goddess of Life, so pure that they seemed to hold all the vitality in the world.

Two diametrically opposed and mutually exclusive forces—the purple of destruction and the green of life—have achieved a wondrous and perfect symbiosis within this girl.

After the girl rushed in, her gaze swept around the hall and finally locked onto the figure in white robes standing next to the main seat.

It was a legend she had seen countless times in portraits and heard her parents tell it countless times.

The girl's eyes lit up instantly. Without the slightest awkwardness or fear, she jumped directly in front of Xuan Ming and called out in a clear voice:
"Uncle Xuanming!"

"..."

Xuanming's step froze in mid-air.

The title "uncle" seemed to freeze him in place, leaving him completely speechless.

His face, which remained unfazed even in the face of a cosmic storm, now showed an extremely rare look of bewilderment and... helplessness.

"Uncle... Uncle?"

Xuanming subconsciously touched his face.

Although his current divine body is immortal, and his appearance is forever frozen in his prime, this title still gives him a feeling of temporal distortion.

"Am I... that old?" Xuanming looked at Gu Yuena beside him with some doubt.

Seeing this, the Goddess of Life quickly smiled and stepped forward, taking the girl's hand with eyes full of doting and pride.

“Xuanming, this is the child of me and Destruction.”

The Goddess of Life introduced her softly, "Her name is Yanling'er. Annihilation is the embodiment of nothingness and life."

"Originally, destruction and life are mutually reinforcing and mutually antagonistic; we should not be able to reproduce. But..."

The Goddess of Life looked at Xuanming gratefully, "It is all thanks to the divine mark containing the power of negation that you gave us back then. It was you who negated the rule that life and death cannot coexist, which made this miracle possible for us."

"Ling'er, aren't you going to pay your respects?" The Goddess of Life gently patted her daughter's hand.

Yan Ling'er giggled, and although she bowed, her big eyes still stared curiously at Xuan Ming: "Ling'er greets Uncle Xuan Ming! My parents always say that you are the most powerful god in the God Realm, even more powerful than all of them combined!"

Xuanming looked at the quirky and clever girl in front of him, his deep gaze instantly piercing through her appearance and reaching her essence.

The next moment, his pupils contracted slightly.

Within this child, the deep purple destructive power and the emerald green life force were not simply mixed, but underwent a qualitative change under some higher level of rules.

That is... creation.

Although it was still very faint, like a newly sprouted seed, it was indeed the real and complete—the divine essence of creation!
The ultimate destruction is rebirth.

The ultimate expression of life is creation. This child, who should not have existed, was born with the key to the realm of the Creator God.

“Yan Ling’er.” Xuan Ming came back to his senses and looked at Life and Destruction. “You two have given birth to an extraordinary little one. This child’s future is probably no less than yours.”

The God of Destruction's originally gloomy face now beamed with joy: "That's right! Don't you know whose child he is! Of course, it's also thanks to you, Xuanming... cough, your mark."

Xuanming nodded, his gaze returning to Yanling'er.

However, faced with the girl's eager gaze and her clear, crisp calls of "Uncle Xuanming," this supreme ruler of the divine realm still felt a strange sense of helplessness.

He didn't know how to respond. Should he pat her head like an elder? Or should he give her a small gift? Or should he put on a stern face and give her a few words of admonishment?
He had absolutely no experience.

Seeing Xuanming's stiff expression, Gu Yuena finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What? Our Primordial God, who can even reconstruct the rules of the universe, is bewildered by being called 'uncle'?"

Gu Yuena took Xuanming's arm, her eyes sparkling with a hint of teasing, "It seems that our Lord of the God Realm, although possessing unparalleled strength, is still, in terms of mentality... a big boy who hasn't grown up yet."

Xuanming glared at her somewhat awkwardly: "Don't talk nonsense. I'm just... not quite used to it yet."

Gu Yuena's smile deepened.

She certainly understood Xuanming's feelings.

Xuanming's growth process was too fast and too cruel.

From the moment he was imprisoned in a cage, this mutated boy had been struggling on the edge of life and death. He had no childhood, no adolescence, and never experienced the warmth of family or the maturity of life like a normal person.

He was forced to mature, forced to become cold, and forced to bear the weight of the entire world.

Although his mind was as strong as iron, he was unfamiliar with the roles of "elder" and "uncle," which represented peaceful times and the passing down of generations.

In his subconscious, he was still that boy who carried a blood-stained spear and fought his way through the rainy night.

"Alright, stop staring blankly."

Gu Yuena gently nudged him and said softly, "It's not wrong to call you uncle. After all, according to seniority, you are on equal footing with her parents. Besides... you've been asleep for tens of thousands of years. In the eyes of mortals, you're worthy of being called an ancestor, let alone an uncle."

Xuanming sighed helplessly, finally accepting this reality.

He reached out and awkwardly ruffled Yan Ling'er's long, deep purple hair.

"Alright, Ling'er, right?"

Xuanming casually grabbed a handful of pure primordial divine power from the void, condensing it into a crystal-clear talisman, and handed it to the girl.

"Since you've called me 'uncle,' I can't let you call me that for nothing. Take this; if anyone dares to bully you in the future, just throw this at them."

Yan Ling'er accepted the talisman with delight, feeling the vast and warm power within it. She jumped for joy, saying, "Thank you, Uncle Xuanming!"

Looking at the girl's bright smile, Xuanming's unease finally dissipated.

This feeling... doesn't seem so bad.

"All right."

Xuanming turned around, looked at Gu Yuena, and then glanced at Yanling'er, who was eager to try.

"Since you want to see it too, then... let's go together."

"Let's go see just how capable that 'chosen one' who wants to challenge the rules set by 'Heaven' really is." (End of Chapter)