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

The six-year-old child stood in the center of the enormous teleportation array, his figure appearing exceptionally small. The dark blue array patterns flowed slowly along the ground and lit up, while the laws of spacetime condensed layer by layer around him. The air felt heavy, as if it were soaked in water, and even the surrounding space seemed to be silently rotating and stretching.

Zi Lingtian took a deep breath.

In the last moment before leaving, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned around sharply to look at the Goddess of Life at the front of the crowd.

"Mother!"

The goddess of life, whose eyes were already red, paused slightly upon hearing her son's call.

Zi Lingtian opened his mouth, a thousand words stuck in his throat, but in the end, he only swung his arm with force, and a clean and bright smile appeared on his face.

As the goddess of life gazed at that smile, tears finally streamed down her face, yet she smiled too, wiping away her tears while gently waving to him.

The God of Destruction stood beside his wife, gazing at his son, a slight tremor flickering deep within his purplish-gold eyes. He neither waved nor laughed, but stood silently, like a steady and oppressive mountain.

But before he knew it, his right hand had tightly grasped the cool hand of the goddess of life.

Zi Lingtian slowly turned around and faced the center of the teleportation array.

The smile vanished the moment he turned, replaced by a calmness and composure far beyond that of a six-year-old child. He quietly slipped his right hand into his sleeve, a barely perceptible aura gathering at his fingertips—it was neither pure life force nor destructive force, but a higher level of existence resulting from the fusion of the two.

The power of creation.

There was only a wisp, so thin it was almost nonexistent, so faint that even the divine sense of a first-level deity could hardly detect it. Yet, this single wisp was enough to steadily protect Tang Wutong's soul during the subsequent spacetime teleportation.

Zi Lingtian hid that wisp of power in his palm, then reached out and gently grasped Tang Wutong's hand.

Tang Wutong was suddenly pulled by him, and she was slightly taken aback. She looked up at him with her big pink and blue eyes, and a faint blush quietly appeared on her cheeks.

"What...are you doing?" she asked softly, sounding somewhat uneasy.

"Don't let go when we teleport." Zi Lingtian's gaze was fixed straight ahead, her tone calm. "I'm afraid you'll be scattered by the spatial turbulence."

Tang Wutong's face flushed even more, but she didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she gently squeezed it back, muttering softly, "Who needs your protection... I can manage on my own..."

The teleportation array shone ever brighter, its deep blue halo completely engulfing the two small figures. The laws of spacetime swirled around them, forming a curtain of light, and the scene of the central hall of the divine realm gradually blurred, the figures of the gods becoming phantoms outside the light.

Zi Lingtian closed her eyes.

The force of space tearing enveloped my entire body, as if tearing me apart into countless tiny particles, drifting and reforming in the void. Consciousness became erratic, and the boundaries of time and space became completely blurred.

In the midst of this chaos, he suddenly sensed something amiss.

The strange movement wasn't directed at him, but rather at the person beside him.

A highly concealed divine sense, under the cover of the teleportation law, silently probed into Tang Wutong's body. That divine sense was powerful and precise, carrying an undeniable will, like a supreme deity, scrutinizing and manipulating the soul of a mortal.

It's Tang San.

Zi Lingtian's heart sank suddenly.

He didn't open his eyes—opening them during teleportation would only leave him with chaotic void. He focused all his consciousness on the hand holding Tang Wutong, and the wisp of primordial power in his palm, like a tiny fish shadow, silently slid into her body through his fingertips.

The next moment, he "saw" it.

Within his consciousness, Tang San's divine sense transformed into an invisible hand, searching and locating deep within Tang Wutong's soul, precisely seizing a certain soul node, and then slowly exerting force—not tearing, not destroying, but a more refined and ruthless operation.

segmentation.

To forcibly split a complete soul into three parts.

Zi Lingtian's pupils suddenly contracted beneath her tightly closed eyelids.

When he read the original novel in his previous life, he thought it was just a predetermined plot: Tang Wutong's soul split into three parts, transforming into Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, while her original body was sealed away. It sounded convoluted and dramatic. But when this scene actually happened before his eyes, when he personally "witnessed" a father tearing apart his daughter's soul, a chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head.

This is not a plan, nor is it a scheme.

This is cruel.

For the sake of his scheme, he personally tore his daughter's soul to pieces.

Zi Lingtian's jaw tightened slightly, and she unconsciously increased the pressure on Tang Wutong's hand. The wisp of primordial power in her palm quietly spread out, transforming into an invisible shield that gently enveloped her soul.

It didn't block or collide; it simply cleverly created a false impression.

When Tang San's divine consciousness split into the third part, it went smoothly without any hindrance.

In his perception, the division was complete: the three souls were clearly separated, one merged into the Emperor Beast, one solidified into Wang Dong'er, and the last one, along with the memories, was sealed away.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Tang Wutong's soul remained intact from beginning to end.

The illusion created by the power of creation perfectly deceived Tang San—no matter how strong he was, he had never touched the power of creation and had no way of distinguishing between reality and illusion.

Tang San's consciousness withdrew with satisfaction.

In the last instant before his divine sense withdrew, Zi Lingtian clearly captured the emotions within.

There was no guilt, no reluctance, only a calm, almost cold satisfaction.

Like a chess player making their moves and finishing the game, looking at the game completely under their control, a sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously.

Zi Lingtian's fingertips trembled slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was anger.

He used all his strength to suppress the murderous aura, steady his breathing, and suppress any unusual movements. Now was not the time to tear off the mask of civility, and he couldn't let Tang San realize that he had already seen through everything.

He had to endure it.

The teleportation continued. A deep blue aura enveloped the two children, pulling them from the God Realm and plunging them into the void torrent, rapidly heading towards the Douluo Continent. Whether it was a moment or ten thousand years later, when Zi Lingtian opened her eyes again, she was greeted by a clear, azure sky.