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

Beside the dining table, a few simple yet exquisite sect-style dishes were laid out on an antique wooden table, steam rising gently and creating a warm atmosphere. Niu Tian picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, slowly putting it into his mouth. His rough knuckles revealed the composure of years of leading the sect. He chewed slowly and deliberately, then glanced at the eager Titan beside him. His tone was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable certainty: "Praising him won't make you a fourth-ring member. Eat."

That one short sentence completely shut down Titan's next praise. This straightforward elder of the Clear Sky Sect, who always respected Tang San, was speechless. He scratched the back of his head, awkwardly swallowed his words, and turned to the little girl who was eating heartily beside him. His tone softened instantly: "Little Seven, how about you? How were your spirit ring gains on this trip to Star Dou?"

Tang Wutong was happily munching on a juicy chicken leg, her cheeks puffed out like a greedy little squirrel. Upon hearing this, she immediately put down the chicken leg, picked up a clean handkerchief, and carefully wiped the grease from her mouth. Her large, bright blue eyes sparkled, and she proudly raised her delicate chin, her face beaming with pride. Her voice was clear and soft: "I absorbed a three-hundred-year-old Radiant Butterfly Soul Ring! My Soul Skill is the Winged Guillotine! It's incredibly powerful; the wind whistles when I swing it!"

Seeing her adorable, upturned face seeking praise, full of childlike innocence, Titan's gloom instantly dissipated. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, reaching out to gently ruffle her soft, light blue hair, full of doting affection: "Amazing, amazing! Our little Qi has exceptional talent, so naturally she's the most amazing."

Tang Wutong, satisfied with the approval, gave a soft hum, tilted her head slightly, picked up the chicken leg again, and continued to bury herself in the food, completely immersed in the joy of the meal, unaware of the undercurrents lurking at the table.

Zi Lingtian sat quietly to the side, eating slowly and gracefully, his gaze seemingly fixed on the bowl and chopsticks before him, but subtly sweeping over Niu Tian and Titan from time to time. He knew perfectly well that Niu Tian's question, "Does your father know?", was no casual remark. Niu Tian was Tang San's most trusted subordinate and the head of the Clear Sky Sect; every word and action represented Tang San's attitude. His question clearly indicated that he was considering whether to report the earth-shattering matter of absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring to Tang San, the Sea God in the God Realm, without any further explanation.

Zi Lingtian slowly lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes obscuring the deep purple light in her eyes, her mind racing. It was only a matter of time before Tang San found out. The Clear Sky Sect was Tang San's foundation, and Niu Tian and Titan were his trusted confidants. Her every move here couldn't possibly escape their notice. Rather than waiting for Tang San to hear fragmented or even distorted information from others and become suspicious, it was better to take the initiative and have Niu Tian relay a version that she had carefully crafted and tailored, thus firmly controlling the flow of information.

With his mind made up, Zi Lingtian gently put down his bowl and chopsticks. His movements were slow but carried an undeniable solemnity. He raised his head, looked directly into Niu Tian's eyes, and spoke calmly and steadily, revealing a maturity and seriousness completely incongruous with his six-year-old age: "Uncle Niu Tian, ​​please convey to Uncle Sea God the news of Lei Ming Yan Yu Teng's voluntary sacrifice. I will devote myself to cultivation in the lower realm and steadily improve my strength. I will never let him down."

Niu Tian paused slightly in his chopsticks, looked up at the child in front of him, his gaze falling on the child's unfathomable purple eyes and rugged face. A complex and unreadable emotion flashed quickly in his eyes.

This child is exceptionally insightful and clear-headed, far surpassing the mental maturity of children his age, and even more composed than many adults.

He not only knew that his every move would be reported to Tang San, but also took the initiative to ask Tang San to relay the message, deliberately embedding the intention of "not living up to expectations" in his words. These words sounded like a junior's expression of loyalty to a senior, but in reality, they contained a hidden meaning—both showcasing his own talent and clearly indicating that he would behave himself and always remain within Tang San's control, a very tactful and skillful display of weakness.

Niu Tian remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, without saying anything more. He had originally planned to report this matter to Tang San, but Zi Lingtian's initiative completely reversed the situation, turning the original covert surveillance into an open and proactive report, and transforming the situation from being passively controlled to actively planning.

Tang Wutong, who was standing to the side, stopped eating her chicken leg. A hint of innocent confusion flashed in her big, pinkish-blue eyes, and her little brows furrowed slightly, but she ultimately didn't interrupt to ask. Although she was only six years old and simple-minded, she wasn't stupid. She could vaguely hear the undercurrents of power struggle hidden beneath the polite and obedient surface in Zi Lingtian and Niu Tian's conversation. But she firmly remembered Zi Lingtian's instructions to her in the courtyard of the Star Dou Forest: "This matter must not be revealed to anyone." This made her choose to obediently keep her mouth shut and wholeheartedly guard this secret.

After finishing their meal, Niu Tian and Titan exchanged a glance, then got up and went to the sect's main hall to handle some business, while the two children returned to their respective rooms.

Zi Lingtian closed the door, shutting out the outside noise, and slowly walked to the bedside to sit down. He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and then released the Destruction Scepter with a thought.

A scepter, wreathed in a purple-gold hue, slowly hovered before him. Its ancient and majestic patterns exuded boundless pressure. Three soul rings revolved around the scepter—two deep purple rings and one exquisite black-gold ring. The three colors intertwined, radiating a destructive ferocity, a fiery intensity of thunder, and a subtle life force. These three distinct yet perfectly harmonious energy fluctuations slowly spread, filling the entire room. Zi Lingtian gazed at the three soul rings, his fingertips lightly tracing the surface of the scepter, gradually sketching a clear combat system in his mind.

The first soul skill, Destruction Flame Lightning, possesses both lightning and fire attributes, with extremely strong explosive power. It has both the penetrating and tearing power of lightning and the scorching and spreading power of flames, making it most suitable for mid-range surprise attacks. The second soul skill, Destruction Explosion, is pure destructive power with boundless strength. It can instantly form a large-scale annihilation attack, making it extremely suitable for both clearing the field and attacking strong points. The third soul skill, Destruction Divine Punishment, is blessed by the bloodline of the Thunder God, reaching the pinnacle of power. It specializes in single-point extreme damage, and is unstoppable in decapitating and breaking through defenses.

The three soul skills each have their own focus, perfectly covering long-range attacks, close-range attacks, area attacks, and single-target attacks, forming a complete and interconnected combat chain. Moreover, as his soul power level increases and the age of his soul rings grows, the power of his soul skills will continue to evolve and transform, with unlimited potential.

Zi Lingtian slowly withdrew the Destruction Scepter, closed his eyes, and completely immersed his consciousness into his dantian.

Deep within his dantian, the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram quietly rotated, the verdant life force and the purple-gold destructive force intertwining and swirling, the black and white energies flowing ceaselessly, containing the ever-renewing laws of creation. On one side of the Tai Chi diagram, the phantoms of three spirit rings floated, echoing the Scepter of Destruction and generating a subtle energy resonance; on the other side, the phantom of the Ancient Tree of Life stood gracefully, though it was not adorned with spirit rings, the Yin-Yang patterns on its trunk were clearer and deeper than before, and its life force was becoming increasingly abundant.

He knew he still needed to find a suitable spirit ring for the Tree of Life, but not now. The Tree of Life was primarily for healing and support, so the spirit rings it needed had gentle and pure attributes, the complete opposite of the violent destruction of the Scepter of Destruction. He had to carefully select a spirit beast with compatible attributes, and he absolutely could not sacrifice it hastily based on chance and bloodline power as he had done this time.

Moreover, he has something more important to do right now—to conceal his true strength.