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

Zi Lingtian sat quietly, letting a chaotic and violent force of destruction surge and rage through his limbs and bones.

Deep within the dantian, an ancient Tai Chi diagram slowly rotated, the Yin and Yang energies endlessly cycling and regenerating. The moment the destructive and ferocious power remaining from the Destroyer Ape touched the Tai Chi barrier, it seemed to be firmly imprisoned by the invisible Great Dao, all its violent and malevolent energy being soothed and dissolved. The originally highly corrosive destructive brute force was refined and purified layer by layer, transforming into pure and gentle primordial energy, slowly flowing into the depths of the patterns on the Destroyer Scepter in his hand, completely merging into one.

The second spirit ring was absorbed smoothly and completed perfectly.

Zi Lingtian slowly raised his eyes. His deep purple pupils, already shrouded in a faint, dark red light of destruction, were now covered by a thick, profound aura of black law, making his demeanor even more aloof and mysterious. He slowly rose, his right hand rising slightly, and the ancient, black Staff of Destruction materialized out of thin air. Two soul rings slowly rose from the staff, circling and flowing around it—one a thousand-year-old purple ring, the other an extremely dark, hundred-year-old ring, clearly layered and exuding a terrifying aura.

With a thought, the second soul ring suddenly lit up.

In an instant, the Staff of Destruction erupted with a dense purple-gold light, and endless laws of destruction rapidly converged, condensing into a fist-sized, jet-black energy core at its tip. The sphere appeared small and unassuming, yet it carried an aura of ultimate annihilation; the surrounding space distorted and trembled slightly, even forcibly pulling and swallowing the earth's air currents. The Titan beside him felt this pure, extreme destructive pressure, his body stiffening slightly, involuntarily taking several steps back, his expression filled with horror.

Zi Lingtian remained calm, raised his hand and waved it lightly, sending the ball of destructive energy straight towards the desolate hills in the distance.

The instant the energy sphere hit the ground, there was no earth-shattering roar, no blinding flash of light, only a deathly silence and absolute annihilation. The entire hill collapsed and disintegrated rapidly around the point of impact; rocks, trees, soil, vegetation—all tangible matter in the world—collapsed layer by layer under the erosion of the laws of destruction, turning into nothingness. In just a few breaths, the thousand-foot-long hill completely vanished, leaving only a massive, hemispherical crater over a hundred feet in size, its inner walls smooth as a mirror, desolate and lifeless.

Second Soul Skill: Destruction Explosion.

Using the Scepter of Destruction as a medium, it condenses the ultimate source of destruction, gathering high-density annihilation energy. Upon hitting its target, it triggers a large-scale law-level annihilation domain. Without superfluous amplification or attribute mixing, it eliminates all complexity and redundancy, leaving only the most fundamental and domineering path of destruction. It can dismantle all matter into basic particles, completely erasing any trace of existence; it is a killing technique exclusively belonging to the law of destruction.

In the distance, Tang Wutong stood there in a daze, her clear pinkish-blue eyes suddenly widening, her small mouth slightly agape as she stared at the desolate giant pit, her face full of disbelief.

Titan remained silent for a long time, his heart filled with turbulent waves.

He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, seen countless Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent, and witnessed countless Soul Skills, Divine Abilities, and Strange Phenomena of Soul Beasts, but he had never seen a six-year-old child wield such terrifying power. This had long transcended the limitations of ordinary Soul Ring skills and was far beyond the control of ordinary Soul Masters. Rather, it was the embodiment of the Law of Destruction beneath the plane, the initial manifestation of the authority of the Great Dao.

"Two rings, done."

Zi Lingtian subtly concealed his aura of destruction, retracted his Destruction Scepter, and turned to look at the Titan beside him. His tone was calm and his gaze resolute:

"Uncle Titan, for my third spirit ring, I want one of ten thousand-year quality."

Titan's lips twitched suddenly, and his heart sank.

Ten-thousand-year soul ring.

A six-year-old child with dual-ring cultivation attempts to absorb a ten-thousand-year-old soul ring.

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent and throughout countless ages, this is nothing short of a fantasy. Ordinary Soul Masters, at least at the level of a four-ring Soul Master, and whose physical bodies have undergone multiple tempering processes, barely possess the foundation to withstand the impact of a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring. To rashly absorb it would only result in shattered meridians and a fatal explosion, tantamount to courting death.

But when Titan looked into Zi Lingtian's deep purple eyes, calm and unwavering, far beyond what ordinary people could see, the words of his stern rejection stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered for a long time.

"The primal power carried by a ten-thousand-year soul ring is too vast and violent. At the very least, it requires the physical foundation of a four-ring Soul Master to barely withstand it." Titan suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said in a deep and serious voice, "Your physique is special, and you possess a foundation of unorthodox cultivation, far surpassing other Soul Masters of your age. However, the backlash and tempering of a ten-thousand-year soul ring are still extremely dangerous..."

"Uncle Titan."

Zi Lingtian spoke softly, calmly interrupting the conversation, her expression composed:

"As you've come this far, you should know that I never act recklessly or recklessly, much less gamble with my own life. Every breakthrough, every absorption of a spirit ring, has been done with restraint and control."

Titan remained silent.

Looking back on the journey together, this young man was naturally calm and composed, thoughtful and meticulous, and acted with composure and restraint. Every step he took was carefully planned and executed, without a trace of childish impetuosity or recklessness. His arrogance was not a passing fancy, but rather a true understanding of his own limits and a firm belief that he could wield the power of a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

"Only thousand-year-old soul beasts inhabit the outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest; there are no beings with ten-thousand-year-old heritage." After a long silence, Titan reluctantly conceded, his tone tinged with shock and a hidden expectation. "To find ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, one must venture deep into the inner, perilous area. But I must warn you beforehand: if you encounter ancient alien species or powerful enemies beyond my control, you must immediately stop and retreat. Do not act recklessly."

Zi Lingtian nodded slightly, agreeing to the agreement.

The three of them did not linger and continued to steadily advance into the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.

As night deepened and the bright moon hung in the sky, the dense forest and secluded valley were shrouded in its cool light. The entire primeval forest lost its daytime tranquility, gaining an endless sense of darkness and mystery. Shadows moved and intertwined among the trees, and distant roars of beasts rose and fell, low and oppressive, mixed with predatory and savage ferocity. The air was filled with an increasingly intense atmosphere of danger.

Titan's expression was solemn, his pace slowed, and his divine soul power spread out to cover all directions, not daring to relax in the slightest. Ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts all possess the accumulation of countless years, and their bloodline, physical body, and origin far surpass those of ordinary ferocious beasts. Even with his cultivation level, he would have to deal with a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast of the ancient species level with all his might, and dare not be negligent in the slightest.

After traveling for about two hours, the divine sense spread in all directions finally detected an unusually powerful aura fluctuation.

"There's unusual activity ahead."

Titan abruptly stopped, his brow furrowed, his expression suddenly turning serious:

"The aura is profound and ancient, its foundation is definitely over ten thousand years old. Moreover... this aura is extremely strange and obscure, it is definitely not an ordinary beast or scaled soul beast, its bloodline is special and its origin is extraordinary."

Following Titan's direction, Zi Lingtian looked up and gazed into the distance. In the deep valley ahead, a hazy, dark red light flickered, standing out starkly in the darkness, like an ancient blood-red lamp hanging in the valley, exuding an ancient and oppressive aura.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, intently examining the full picture deep within the halo of light.

The next instant, the scene in the valley came into clear view.

In the center of the secluded valley, atop a giant blue stone, lay a colossal beast, its body entirely dark red. Its size far surpassed that of the Thunderflame Dragon and the Destruction God Ape encountered earlier, exceeding five zhang in length. Its entire body was covered in dense, hard, jewel-like blood-red scales, the patterns of which shimmered with an eerie luster, a mixture of lightning and infernal flames.

The beast's head resembled an ancient dragon, exuding a majestic and awe-inspiring aura, far more imposing and domineering than ordinary dragon-type soul beasts. Two long, curved, and rugged horns grew from its forehead, their tips crackling with golden lightning, faintly radiating the thunder god's oppressive power that could awe all living beings.

It wasn't surrounded by spirit rings, but layers of primordial light flowed slowly around it—its own energy field, born from the accumulation of time and the awakening of its bloodline. Its aura was powerful and vast, crushing all the ferocious beasts it encountered along the way, its age and essence far surpassing that of ordinary ten-thousand-year-old spirit beasts.

"It's the Thunderous Hell Vine."

Titan's voice deepened slightly, concealing a hint of disbelief and astonishment:

"This ancient and exotic species, which should have long since disappeared, is actually hiding in this place within the Starry Sky... This is too abnormal."

A glint flashed in Zi Lingtian's eyes, and he instantly recognized the origin of this strange creature.

Thunderous Hell Vine is an extremely rare ancient vine-type spirit beast in the Douluo Continent. Its bloodline is ancient and it carries a fragment of the Thunder God's original bloodline.

Ancient legends tell of this beast: when it cultivates diligently and breaks through the shackles of ten thousand years, its dormant Thunder God bloodline will fully awaken, triggering the Heavenly Thunder Punishment, bearing the incomplete inheritance of the Thunder God's divine position, undergoing tribulation to become a god, transcending planes, and ascending to the realm of gods. Even if it is merely an ancient rumor, it is enough to attest to the supreme potential of this beast's bloodline.

The Thunderous Hell Vine before them possessed a dense and profound origin, with an ancient and serene aura. It had already steadily entered the ten-thousand-year level, and its bloodline pressure was beginning to manifest, revealing unfathomable potential.