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

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Life in the Haotian Sect was far more peaceful and carefree than in the God Realm.

There were no noisy priests all day long, no endless meetings of the Divine Realm Committee, and no Tang Wutong coming over before dawn to bang on the door and make a scene. Yet, despite living such a peaceful life, Zi Lingtian felt uneasy all over.

During those seven days, his routine was as regular as could be. Every day, he would get up at the crack of dawn to cultivate diligently. During the day, he would go into the deep mountains and dense forests around the Haotian Sect to gradually adapt to the soul power circulation methods native to the Douluo Continent. At night, he would stay indoors and concentrate on studying the subtle changes and patterns of Yin and Yang power in the lower world.

After some dedicated exploration, Zi Lingtian figured out quite a few tricks of the trade.

The dimensional suppression of Douluo Continent had almost no effect on his Yin-Yang power. The power of creation rooted in his body was already beyond the shackles of the various planes, and the meager laws of the lower realm could not restrain this original power at all—it's just that Tang San's divine sense still covered the entire continent at the moment, so he dared not use it easily.

However, the two fundamental forces of life and destruction, after arriving in Douluo Continent, were tempered into a different kind of quality.

In the past, in the God Realm, these two powers were too pure, their ranks so high they seemed to float in the air, like pavilions built on clouds—magnificent in appearance, but in reality, their foundations were weak and they couldn't be grounded in reality. But in the Douluo Continent, after being suppressed and refined by the laws of the plane, these two supreme powers became more solid and substantial, firmly rooted in the earth.

Like someone who has been walking on clouds for years, finally settling down on solid ground, every time he circulates his soul power, he feels grounded and stable, landing firmly and steadily.

After a week of adjustment, Zi Lingtian's soul power cultivation level was completely stabilized at level 30.

With a foundation at level 30 of the Innate Realm, he can absorb spirit rings directly without having to cultivate step by step. Moreover, these rings are not just ordinary spirit rings; he can easily handle the spirit power of three spirit rings at once.

On the other side, Tang Wutong was already fully prepared. Although she was born with a full soul power physique, her talent foundation only corresponded to one ring capacity. For this trip, absorbing one suitable soul ring would be enough.

"Sixth, Seventh, are you all ready?"

Suddenly, Titan's deep, resonant voice rang out from outside the courtyard, penetrating the space and carrying an extraordinary air of authority.

Zi Lingtian pushed open the door and stepped out of the room, immediately spotting Titan standing at the courtyard gate. Today, Titan had deliberately changed into a sharp, tailored outfit. His usually disheveled, snow-white beard was meticulously braided into a neat little braid, instantly boosting his spirit and making him look several times more robust and imposing than usual. A giant warhammer hung at his waist—his natal weapon, rarely used since transforming into human form. His presence today clearly indicated he was fully prepared, ready to handle any unexpected danger with ease.

Niu Tian stood behind Titan, his rugged face filled with worry, repeatedly instructing him, "Titan, I entrust the two children entirely to you. Don't venture even half a step into the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest; the surrounding area has enough soul beasts under three thousand years old for the two children."

"I know, I know, you're even more nagging than an old woman." Titan waved his hand impatiently, then looked down at Zi Lingtian and Tang Wutong walking towards them, grinning heartily, "Come on, Grandpa will take you two soul hunting!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Wutong rushed out from the west wing. Her long, light blue braid swung back and forth behind her, and her face was filled with undisguised excitement. Today, she was dressed in a refreshing light blue outfit, with a silver belt around her waist. She looked dashing and spirited, just like a lively and charming little swordswoman.

Tang Wutong ran to Titan's side, tilted her little face up, and asked curiously, "Uncle Titan, how long will we be gone? Is one day enough? Or two days?"

Titan gently patted her head and replied with a smile, "It depends on the circumstances. If everything goes smoothly, it can be done in a day. If it's difficult to find a suitable soul beast, it's normal for it to take two or three days. The Star Dou Great Forest is vast. The outer area is relatively safe, but the deeper you go, the more terrifying the soul beasts become. Remember, you two, once you enter the forest, stick close to me and don't wander off even a step."

"Okay!" Tang Wutong nodded obediently, but her bright, pinkish-blue eyes clearly revealed a rebellious streak beneath her obedient words.

Zi Lingtian slowly walked to Tang Wutong's side, glanced at her indifferently, and said in a calm but somewhat intimidating tone: "If you dare to run around on your own, I'll tie you to Uncle Titan's back and make sure you can't move an inch."

Tang Wutong immediately glared, wanting to retort, but before she could speak, Titan burst into hearty laughter, stretched out his large hand, and easily lifted the two children, one in each hand, placing them steadily on his broad shoulders.

"Hold on tight, let's go!"

Titan was massive and imposing, yet his movements were surprisingly agile. Carrying two children, he leaped down the back mountain of the Haotian Sect, his feet lightly touching the steep cliff face. Like a giant bird spreading its wings, he soared through the air for hundreds of feet, landing steadily on the official road at the foot of the mountain.

Zi Lingtian sat on Titan's broad shoulders, facing the refreshing mountain breeze, and slightly narrowed his deep purple eyes.

The Star Dou Great Forest is the most renowned sacred land for soul beasts in Douluo Continent, and also the setting for countless key plot points in the original work.

That place is where Huo Yuhao encountered the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, met Wang Dong, and embarked on the path to godhood step by step.

And now, he is about to set foot on that land.

However, he will not follow Huo Yuhao's old path; he will forge his own.

The Star Dou Great Forest is located southeast of the Haotian Sect. With Titan's extremely fast speed, he arrived at his destination in less than half a day.

Zi Lingtian leaped down from Titan's shoulder, his feet landing on the thick, soft layer of fallen leaves. He looked up at the boundless primeval forest before him, his heart trembling slightly.

What I saw with my own eyes was far more magnificent and awe-inspiring than I had imagined.

Towering ancient trees rise from the ground, their canopies forming an endless green dome, blocking out the sun. Only sparse sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air is filled with the damp, earthy scent of damp earth and the unique, crisp fragrance of vegetation. From afar, the deep, resonant roars of spirit beasts echo through the forest, like the unchanging heartbeat of this ancient woodland.

"What a huge forest..." Tang Wutong jumped down, her pink and blue eyes wide as she curiously looked around. "It's much bigger than the Misty Forest in the God Realm!"

Titan crouched down, his smile fading, his expression becoming extremely solemn and serious: "The forests of the God Realm are carefully nurtured, while this great forest has grown naturally over time; they are completely different. Sixth and Seventh, once we enter the forest, I will lead the way, and you two will follow closely behind me, never more than three steps apart. Don't panic if you encounter any soul beasts; I will handle their suppression. You only need to identify the appropriate age of the soul beast and deliver the final blow yourself."

Zi Lingtian nodded slightly in understanding.

This is the established rule for Soul Masters to hunt for Soul Rings: a powerful individual must severely injure the Soul Beast to the point of near death, and then the Soul Master who needs to absorb the Soul Ring must personally end the Soul Beast's life. Only in this way can the Soul Ring be accurately assigned and successfully absorbed and refined by the Soul Master.

"Little Six, are you really determined to equip the Staff of Destruction with a spirit ring first? And leave the Ancient Tree of Life spirit untouched for now?" Titan asked again to confirm, afraid that he might not have considered things thoroughly due to his youth.

"My mind is made up." Zi Lingtian said firmly, "The Scepter of Destruction is my main combat core martial soul. I need to equip it with three soul rings first so that it can take shape and gather practical combat power as quickly as possible. There's no rush for the soul rings from the Tree of Life. I can absorb them later when my body has developed and grown a bit more."

Titan gave him a deep look, his eyes full of approval.

This child is only six years old, but he is calm and meticulous, with clear and specific goals. He is not arrogant or impatient in his work, and he has none of the impetuousness and eagerness of a child.

"Alright, whatever you say. So, how old do you plan for your first spirit ring?" Titan asked casually.

After a moment's thought, Zi Lingtian blurted out, "About two thousand five hundred years."

Upon hearing this, Titan's brows furrowed instantly, and his expression changed: "Two thousand five hundred years? Nonsense! You're only six years old; your physical foundation isn't fully established yet. You simply can't withstand a spirit ring of such a high age! The first spirit ring of an ordinary spirit master is only three or four hundred years, and even the most talented ones can only manage five or six hundred years at most. You're asking for two thousand five hundred years right off the bat; this is absolutely unacceptable!"

"Uncle Titan," Zi Lingtian interrupted him softly, her tone calm yet unwavering, "I am different from ordinary soul masters. You have personally examined the strength of my physical body; I can completely withstand the burden of a two-thousand-five-hundred-year soul ring."

Titan opened his mouth, wanting to say something more to dissuade him, but the moment he met Zi Lingtian's deep purple eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Those eyes held no childish willfulness or youthful impulsiveness, only a calm and composed demeanor far beyond that of their peers, and an almost stubborn, absolute self-confidence.

He wasn't acting out of spite, nor was he blindly stubborn.

He was absolutely certain from the bottom of his heart that he could do it.

Titan remained silent for a long time before finally sighing helplessly, "Alright, two thousand five hundred years it is, let's give it a try. But let me make this clear beforehand: if anything goes wrong during your absorption process, I will immediately intervene. You can find another spirit ring, but you only have one life, and you absolutely cannot gamble with it."

Zi Lingtian's lips curved into a faint smile, and she nodded slightly: "Thank you, Uncle Titan."