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

Returning to the Temple of Destruction, one finds a faint aura of life and destruction lingering within, both gentle and subdued.

The Goddess of Life sat beside Zi Lingtian, her fingertips gently tidying the hem of the robe of the seated six-year-old child, her movements as tender as if she were cherishing the most precious treasure in the world.

Zi Lingtian sat quietly, her long purple hair falling smoothly over her shoulders. Her deep purple eyes were clear yet exuded a calmness far beyond her years. She stared unblinkingly at her mother, without a trace of childish playfulness.

"Tian'er, your father and I have already discussed it and agreed that you will be allowed to go down to the mortal realm for training." The Goddess of Life spoke, her voice gentle and melodious, yet it concealed an undisguised reluctance, and her eyes shone with a faint soft light. "You will go to the Haotian Sect, which is the Sea God's base of power in the mortal realm. It has many layers of protection and is safe enough."

Zi Lingtian nodded gently, her small face still showing little emotion.

In fact, he had already anticipated this day.

Over the past two months, Tang San has been frequently pushing for the "cultivation of a new generation of divine successors" at the Divine Realm Committee. Every time they discuss it, the topic invariably veers towards himself and Tang Wutong. This is no coincidence; it is clearly Tang San deliberately creating momentum, guiding the gods step by step to make sending the two children down to the mortal realm for experience a logical and unquestionable matter.

"Mother, rest assured, after descending to the mortal realm, I will devote myself to cultivation and will not slack off." Zi Lingtian spoke, his voice still carrying the innocence of a child, but his tone was obedient and steady, making the Goddess of Life's heart soften even more.

The goddess of life raised her hand and gently stroked the top of his head, her fingertips lightly caressing his hair, her eyes filled with an unyielding maternal love: "You are your mother's child. Whether you are in the divine realm or the mortal world, your mother's divine power and concern will always be with you and protect you."

At the temple entrance not far away, the God of Destruction stood with his hands behind his back, a faint purple-gold aura of destruction surrounding him, his gaze fixed heavily on his son. He remained silent for a long time, his chilling aura slightly subsiding, before finally speaking, his voice low and deep, uttering only three words: "Be careful of Tang San."

These four short words carry immense weight.

Zi Lingtian instantly understood the deeper meaning—be careful of his every step of the calculation, be careful of his layered schemes, be careful of all the ambitions and methods hidden beneath his gentle appearance.

He raised his head and met his father's purple-gold eyes, his gaze serious and firm. He nodded heavily without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, the God of Destruction said nothing more, turned around and walked away. His tall figure exuded the majesty unique to the God of Destruction, but also hid a trace of unspeakable worry.

Watching her husband's departing figure, the Goddess of Life sighed softly, reached out and embraced Zi Lingtian tightly. The warm embrace was filled with a faint fragrance of life. She leaned down and placed an extremely gentle kiss on the child's smooth forehead.

"Go, my child," she murmured softly, her voice choked with reluctance. "Your mother is in the realm of the gods, waiting for your safe return."

Zi Lingtian closed his eyes, quietly feeling the warmth of his mother's embrace. A complex mix of emotions welled up in his heart—reluctance, determination, and a sense of understanding about the future. He knew that this departure would last for more than a decade.

When I return to the realm of gods one day, this world will surely be completely different.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Divine Realm Committee officially announced to all the gods that the sixth and seventh sons of the Divine Realm, Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi, will descend to the mortal realm together to train and cultivate at the Haotian Sect in Douluo Continent.

The moment the news spread throughout the God Realm, Tang Wutong was sitting at the stone table in the Temple of Destruction, playing chess with Zi Lingtian. She was wearing a pink and blue dress. Upon hearing the news, the hand holding the chess piece paused, and her large pink and blue eyes flashed with astonishment, confusion, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe. She stood there stunned for a long time.

"Zi Lingtian, we... are going down to the mortal realm together." She spoke, her voice light and airy, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Zi Lingtian placed a white piece on her fingertip, her movements steady and composed, her tone calm and even: "Hmm."

Tang Wutong stared down at the chessboard, her brows furrowed slightly. Her mind was no longer on the game. After a moment, she suddenly looked up, her pinkish-blue eyes fixed on Zi Lingtian, a hint of childlike stubbornness in her voice: "Tell me, after we go down to the mortal realm, will we still be able to play chess and have fun together like this?"

Zi Lingtian paused slightly as he placed his piece, then looked up to meet her clear eyes. A barely perceptible warmth flickered in her previously calm gaze, and the corners of her lips curved into a faint smile. She spoke each word clearly and earnestly: "Yes."

With just one simple word, Tang Wutong's cheeks instantly flushed a light pink. She hurriedly lowered her head, muttered something under her breath, and when she looked up again, she had already reverted to her usual mischievous self, gripping the chess piece and slamming it down on the chessboard, calling out crisply, "Checkmate!"

Zi Lingtian glanced down at the chessboard and saw that his black pieces had nowhere to move. He looked up at the smug little girl in front of him. She stood with her hands on her hips, chin held high, her big pink-blue eyes sparkling with mischief and triumph, showing no trace of her previous shyness and helplessness.

"You deliberately tried to distract me just now." Zi Lingtian's face was expressionless, but her tone contained no blame; instead, it carried a hint of helplessness.

"That's called tactics!" Tang Wutong raised her chin proudly. "How could a taciturn person like you possibly understand my wisdom!"

Zi Lingtian shook his head helplessly, reached out and slowly gathered the chess pieces on the board one by one, his movements slow and deliberate, still with that calm and composed demeanor.