Douluo Continent: The Demise of Yin and Yang, the Dragon God Descends

He never felt a trace of genuine relief or gratitude. The smile that first appeared was the smugness of a strategist watching the plan proceed step by step and the pieces obediently enter the game, a disdain for having everything under control.

Everyone praises Tang San for his gentle and affectionate nature, but only Zi Lingtian knows that deep down, this man harbors extreme selfishness and scheming. Every glance, every word, and every action of his carries a clear purpose, and he never does anything in vain.

His gentleness was a disguise, his kindness a facade; he could act out every emotion with precision. Deep within those deep blue eyes lay only cold calculation, never true sincerity.

Zi Lingtian turned around and walked towards the Temple of Destruction. Her purple hair fluttered in the wind, and her deep purple eyes reflected the dazzling starry sky of the divine realm, yet they concealed a depth and coldness that were completely incompatible with her age.

He knew very well that none of this was accidental. The Shadow Leopard was a test, his attack was a test, and Tang San's appearance was an even more blatant assessment. The strength he displayed and his attitude of protecting Tang Wutong were, in Tang San's eyes, merely evidence that this pawn was obedient and useful enough.

That phrase, "I am very pleased," is the best proof—Tang San has made up his mind to keep him firmly under control and tame him into a loyal and sharp blade for the Tang family.

At the age of six, his body was still weak and his soul power was no match for the God King. But so what?

Zi Lingtian's lips curled into a cold arc, devoid of any smile, only sharpness and confrontation remained.

Sea God Tang San, do you want to use me as your pawn, keep me by your side for your own use, and even make me go through fire and water for the Tang family?

Then let's wait and see.

In this game of the gods, who is the player and who is the pawn to be manipulated is never up to you.

Two months in the realm of gods is but a fleeting moment, gone in the blink of an eye.

In this short period of time, Zi Lingtian's cultivation progress has been nothing short of miraculous. The Yin and Yang energies within his body are circulating more and more smoothly and clearly, and he can switch between the dual forms of destruction and life with a single thought. In battle, he can change at will without any hindrance.

The Destruction Scepter's wielding of annihilating divine lightning was already masterful. What once required focused concentration and energy gathering could now be unleashed instantly with a mere flick of the wrist, its power restrained yet its destructive force astonishing. Meanwhile, his understanding of the Laws of Life was deepening daily, and he had begun experimenting with using his life force to heal and recover. While far from the divine level of the Goddess of Life, for a child of only six, this foundation was already terrifyingly profound.

During this period, Tang Wutong came to see him almost every day.

The two mischievous little ones frolicked around the divine realm, causing minor troubles, fighting off foolish divine beasts, and even being chased and hiding from a group of officials. Their days were lively and carefree.

Since that accident in the grove, Tang Wutong has become much more reserved. She no longer rushes to hold hands and get close to him without any restraint, as she used to. Often, her cheeks would inexplicably flush while they were chatting, and in her flustered state, she would always find an excuse to quickly slip away.

Zi Lingtian pretended to be completely unaware and innocent, but in her heart she knew everything clearly.

However, he had no intention of indulging in this naive and immature feeling. He spent most of his time each day honing his Yin-Yang origin, consolidating his martial soul foundation, and refining his divine order power. At the same time, he kept a close eye on the movements of the God Realm, his gaze almost never leaving the Sea God lineage, and he paid particular attention to Tang San's every move.

He knew the original story's direction better than anyone else.

According to the original plan, Tang San would eventually banish Tang Wutong to the mortal realm, transforming her into the human Wang Dong, and send her to Shrek Academy. He would deliberately arrange for her to meet and spend time with Huo Yuhao, until they fell in love and became inseparable. His daughter's life, marriage, and destiny were all carefully paved by Tang San from beginning to end; every step was within his calculations.

But now, there's this new variable.

He wasn't sure whether Tang San saw him as a pawn to be used at will, a piece to be manipulated at will, or a hidden threat. But he understood that he had to proceed cautiously and plan ahead.

Until that day.

Deep within the temple of the sea god, the space was empty and desolate.

Tang San sat alone on the highest divine throne, his long azure hair gently swaying with the divine power surrounding him, and a faint purple hue occasionally flashed in the depths of his deep, icy blue eyes.

His immense divine sense traversed planes, probing directly into the lower realms of Douluo, locking onto a wisp of newly awakened, nascent life force deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

"Huo Yuhao".

He murmured softly, a faint smile slowly curving his lips.

Months ago, he had already sensed the birth of this chosen one. Born the illegitimate son of the White Tiger Duke, with a mother of low status and no background, he inherited almost no beast martial spirit, yet he awakened the rare and mutated spiritual body martial spirit, the Spirit Eye, out of thin air, with unfathomable potential.

More importantly, according to divine sense, this child was born with a destiny closely intertwined with the Tang Clan, and will surely support the rise and fall of the entire Tang Clan in the future.

"Born to be connected with the Tang Clan..." The whisper faded into the cold, quiet palace.

Nothing was ever a coincidence; everything in the mortal realm was decided by him long ago in the divine realm.

Huo Yuhao's naturally extraordinary, deep purple spiritual eyes were a contingency plan personally imprinted by Tang San from the moment he was born. His birth mother had no martial spirit, and his father's beast bloodline was completely severed, yet he was born with a top-tier, ultimate spiritual martial spirit? There is no such bizarre, heaven-sent fortune in this world.

Only the weak believe in chance and fate; the true masters of chess never need luck.

Tang San slowly rose, walked to the palace window, and gazed through the layers of divine realm clouds towards the Douluo Continent. His eyes held no trace of joy, anger, or warmth, only the extreme indifference and absolute rationality honed by the passage of time.

"A daughter of the Tang family, a boy with extraordinary luck, plus a god-like child with unparalleled talent..."

A chill flickered in his eyes, and a deep, unfathomable amusement appeared at the corner of his mouth. "With three parties involved, it's enough to weave a grand scheme that covers the entire three realms."

The original plan was quite simple: send Tang Wutong down to the mortal realm, and use her identity as a daughter, her divine foundation, and her emotional ties to completely bind Huo Yuhao, keeping this future supreme powerhouse firmly in the Tang family's camp, so that he would serve the Tang family for life.

But after observing him for the past two months, his mindset has completely changed.

That is the Purple Spirit Heaven.

This child's talent far exceeded his initial expectations. His dual supreme divine martial souls and innate foundation starting at level thirty were already astonishing. What made Tang San even more wary was that he discovered within Zi Lingtian's body a nascent divine position he had never seen before.

It does not belong to destruction, nor to life, nor to any known main god system in the God Realm. Its laws are ancient and strange, and its aura is obscure and unpredictable. Even he, the number one person in the God Realm, felt unfamiliar and oppressed.

A brand new, independent, and original divine position that is not bound by the existing order of the divine realm.

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, his killing intent silently spreading.

The divine positions in the divine realm are inherently fixed and limited, with each position corresponding to the authority of the laws of heaven and earth in its own domain. Each newly created, independent divine position represents an additional, uncontrolled top-tier power and an even greater, uncontrollable voice.

Once this unknown divine position is fully formed, it will inevitably break free from his control and become the Tang family's greatest hidden danger in the future.

They must not be allowed to stay.

My fingertips tapped lightly on the window frame, the rhythm cool and orderly, and a cruel and massive conspiracy rapidly took shape in my mind.

A divine position can be stripped away, for the essence of a deity is the transmission and flow of power. Once the time is ripe and the embryonic form of the Purple Spirit Heavenly Godhood is stable, the essence can be forcibly stripped away and transferred to someone else, completely seizing this unique fortune.

The process was indeed meticulous and tedious, but he had plenty of patience to plan and wait patiently.

"Destruction, life..."

He murmured the names of the two god-kings, a sinister and chilling glint surging deep within his azure eyes.

He wasn't incapable of directly annihilating Zi Lingtian. However, behind this child stood two top-tier God-Kings of the Divine Realm Committee. Their destructive power was equal to his, their ideologies were fundamentally contradictory—life and destruction were of one origin, and a change in one would affect the whole.

We absolutely cannot take action openly.

But what if... the two great gods of destruction and life were to completely disappear?

Tang San's lips curled up again, but there was no warmth or gentleness in them, only the cold and sinister look of a hunter staring intently at his prey, poised to strike. A chilling aura enveloped the entire Sea God Temple.