Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Tang Xiao stopped half a meter in front of Tang San, his brows furrowed in a tight knot. He could sense the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul within the other's body, but that aura was too rough and too primitive, lacking the unique divine sharpness of the six-sided Clear Sky Hammer.

This quality is even inferior to that of the outermost collateral descendants of the Tang clan's inner lineage.

"Who exactly are you?" Tang Xiao shouted sharply, his palm already faintly radiating soul power.

Tang San did not back down. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He did not answer Tang Xiao's question directly, but instead spread his right hand out, his palm gleaming with dark light.

The ordinary Haotian Hammer, without any sharp edges or corners, simple and heavy, was clearly displayed before Tang Xiao's eyes.

"Senior." Tang San looked directly into Tang Xiao's shocked eyes, "My martial soul is just this ordinary Clear Sky Hammer."

Tang Xiao stared at the blunt iron hammer in Tang San's hand, his expression constantly shifting. The next instant, an incomparably violent pressure exploded from his body.

"Who is your father?" Tang Xiao stepped forward. "Tell me!"

Yu Xiaogang groaned, his knees buckling as he nearly collapsed to the ground. Tang San frantically circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, enduring the excruciating pain of his bones being compressed, and pulled Yu Xiaogang back half a step.

At this moment, the two had no room for concealment and could only bear the pressure and repeat the story of the Haotian Sect, which spanned parallel universes and another world, as well as Tang Hao's identity, in its entirety.

Only Tang San's slightly panting voice echoed in the main hall.

Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao froze on the spot like a rusty iron tower. He stared at Tang San's face, which was exactly the same as Tang Hao's when he was young, and then at the ordinary Clear Sky Hammer, which had a rough aura but the same origin. He was dumbfounded.

A parallel world? Another living Tang Hao?

The pressure on his soul receded rapidly like a tide. Tang Xiao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the rage in his eyes had been replaced by a complex solemnity.

"Put your Martial Soul away." Tang Xiao turned around, his voice a little hoarse. "This matter is too complicated, it's beyond my ability to decide. You two come with me to the Earth Hammer Temple to see Father."

……

In the depths of the Sunset Forest of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

The valley where the Yin-Yang Yin-Yang Eyes are located is tightly enveloped by a thick layer of poisonous miasma, but at the very center, there is a clear distinction between pure white and pitch black.

Qian Xunji, carrying Xiao Huangtian, landed silently on the shore.

On a rock not far away, Dugu Bo, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. Sensing that familiar aura, he immediately withdrew his soul power, quickly stepped forward, and bowed slightly: "Senior, you've returned."

Qian Xunji glanced at him and casually waved his hand: "Your granddaughter, Dugu Yan, went to Shura Island for training with some students from our academy. Her return date is uncertain, so you don't need to look for her everywhere or worry about her safety."

Dugu Bo was taken aback for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course. A while ago, Yan Yan left a letter saying that she was going to find Miss Xiao Qing. I know that Miss Xiao Qing is someone close to you, senior, so there will definitely be no trouble if I follow her. I just didn't expect that they would go to such a far place as Shura Island."

Qian Xunji didn't offer any further explanation, his gaze already fixed on the spring below, where light and dark energy were churning.

"Senior, what urgent matter brings you to this Yin-Yang Well?" Dugu Bo asked tentatively, observing his expression. "I have been cultivating here in seclusion and am quite familiar with the surrounding terrain. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It's alright, you go about your business." Qian Xunji didn't even turn her head. "Don't let anyone get close to this valley."

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Xunji grabbed Xiao Huangtian with one arm and leaped into the air. The two of them pierced through the misty air above the water and plunged into the Light and Dark Spring.

The world beneath the water's surface is the complete opposite of the poisonous miasma above.

The pure light and dark elements formed countless deadly energy turbulences. Qian Xunji erected a golden soul power barrier, blocking all the elements outside, and carried Xiao Huangtian as they plummeted downwards at an extremely fast speed.

The surrounding light grew dimmer, with only the barrier emitting a faint glow.

"Further down lies the core of this Yin-Yang Well." Qian Xunji looked down at the silent little Huangtian in his arms, his voice clearly emanating from within his soul power. "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be your parents. Any thoughts?"

Little Huangtian nestled in Qian Xunji's arms, a complex emotion flashing across his tender eyes.

She first shook her head, then nodded slightly.

Qian Xunji understood her dilemma and didn't ask any more questions, then increased his descent speed once again.

After passing through the thickest layer of liquid energy barrier, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

This is a vast, indescribable underground void. There is no water, only a concentration of light and dark elements so dense they are almost crystalline.

At the very bottom of the hollow, lay the massive remains of two dragons, each as large as a mountain range.

One was as clear and translucent as white crystal, radiating a holy and gentle light; the other was as black as ink, its scales seemingly devouring all light. The two dragon corpses were linked head to tail, intertwined together, forming a kind of endless cycle, which was the true source of power for the Yin-Yang duality above.

When Qian Xunji and Xiao Huangtian landed on the rough rock face.

A sudden gust of wind arose from the earth, which had been silent for countless millennia.

Above the two enormous dragon corpses, light and dark elements began to converge frantically. Accompanied by two ancient dragon roars, two solidified, enormous dragon souls, one white and one black, slowly rose and awakened above the corpses.

Two pairs of dragon eyes, each the size of a millstone, opened simultaneously and locked onto the two people below.

Its oppressive aura was like the sea.

But just as Long Tong saw the little Huangtian in Qian Xunji's arms, the oppressive aura instantly froze.

The white phantom of the Radiant Dragon King trembled violently, its massive head slowly lowering as it approached Little Emperor Tian. In its golden eyes, the dragon's ferocity vanished, replaced only by tenderness and sorrow.

"Heavens..." The voice of the Dragon King of Light echoed in the void, carrying the vicissitudes of time, "My child."

This call directly pierced through the defenses in Xiao Huangtian's heart.

That was the most primal, the most irreplaceable instinct belonging to this body. Large tears rolled down Xiao Huangtian's cheeks. She broke free from Qian Xunji's arm, stumbled forward a couple of steps, looked up at the two huge phantoms, and cried uncontrollably.

"Dad... Mom..."

The air underground seemed to grow warmer at that moment. The phantom of the Dark Dragon King beside him let out a deep sigh, his eyes filled with longing.

However, this warmth lasted only for two breaths.

The golden vertical pupils of the Light Dragon King passed over the weeping Little Emperor and slowly stopped on Qian Xunji, who was standing behind him.

The loving gaze in the dragon's eyes vanished completely in an instant.

My children are here.

"And...the taste of angels."