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

Today's trip to the Star Dou Great Forest revealed an astonishing talent: three spirit rings with ages of 2,300, 3,600, and 12,000 years. Any one of them would be enough to shock the entire Douluo Continent. This talent certainly earned the recognition and respect of Niu Tian and Titan, but it also significantly increased his "value" in Tang San's eyes.

The higher the value, the greater the entanglements and the tighter the control.

Zi Lingtian suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his deep purple pupils in the dim room, gone in an instant. He knew very well that what he had to do was to show the image Tang San wanted to see—a genius boy with exceptional talent, sensible and obedient, always under control, who could be cultivated, utilized, and ultimately used by him.

Those trump cards that absolutely cannot be revealed—the power of Yin and Yang, the origin of creation, and that heart that yearns for freedom and refuses to be tamed—must be kept firmly hidden in the depths of one's heart, never to be seen by anyone.

This was the first lesson he learned upon arriving in Douluo Continent: not cultivating soul power, not studying soul skills, but learning to disguise himself and conceal his strength.

Zi Lingtian got out of bed, walked slowly to the window, and gently pushed it open. The warm afternoon sunlight poured in, bathing him and dispelling the gloom in the room. In the distance, the Haotian Sect's mountains stretched endlessly, layer upon layer, the green hills reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, like a tranquil and magnificent ink wash painting.

Suddenly, the window next door was pushed open, and Tang Wutong peeked out, her long, light blue hair swaying in the breeze. Her big eyes looked at him curiously, and her voice was soft and sweet: "Zi Lingtian, can't you sleep?"

"I'm not asleep, I'm thinking about some things." Zi Lingtian withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked at her, his tone unconsciously softening.

Tang Wutong tilted her head, blinked her big eyes, stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled sweetly and asked innocently, "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about that powerful lizard from today?"

Zi Lingtian gently shook her head, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "I'm thinking about the future."

"What about the future?" Tang Wutong tilted her head, looking puzzled, then broke into a bright smile, waving her little hand with childlike fearlessness. "What's there to think about the future? We'll always be together, and no matter what happens, we're not afraid of anything!"

Looking at her innocent, carefree face, full of pure trust and companionship, Zi Lingtian's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. Her voice was gentle yet firm: "Yes, with you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

Tang Wutong smiled with satisfaction upon receiving a response, waved her little hand, and then retreated back into the window, gently closing it. Not long after, her light and cheerful humming drifted from next door, like a free and carefree little bird echoing in the quiet courtyard.

Zi Lingtian stood by the window, motionless for a long time, gazing at the sun gradually setting in the west until the sunset painted the sky with a brilliant golden-red hue and the afterglow spread across the mountains. Only then did she slowly close the window, return to the bedside, sit cross-legged, close her eyes, and begin her cultivation for the day.

The pure soul power flowed slowly through the meridians, gentle yet powerful. The three soul rings in the dantian rotated quietly, and the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram emitted an eternal and inextinguishable light from its depths. The entire room was enveloped in a peaceful yet profound aura.

The night at Haotian Sect is quiet and deep. As darkness deepens, the moonlight, like water, spills across the mountains, outlining the continuous mountain ranges in dark silhouettes. The pines rustle and the night wind whispers, creating a scene of tranquility and peace.

In the main hall at the highest point of the Haotian Sect, Niu Tian stood alone by the window, gazing at the moonlight outside, holding a communication crystal that emitted a faint blue light in his hand. He exerted a slight force on his fingertips, and the crystal instantly lit up with a brilliant blue light. A gentle yet majestic voice, as steady as mountains and seas, slowly came from the crystal. It was Tang San, the Sea God, far away in the God Realm.

"A ten-thousand-year-old soul beast sacrificed?" Tang San's voice didn't reveal much emotion, but it carried a hint of barely perceptible surprise.

"Yes, Lord Sea God." Niu Tian bowed slightly, his tone respectful and low, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. "It was a Thunderous Hell Vine that was twelve thousand years old, which voluntarily sacrificed itself to Xiao Liu. This time, he successfully absorbed three soul rings, with ages of two thousand three hundred years, three thousand six hundred years, and twelve thousand years respectively, without any backlash at all, and it went extremely smoothly."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the communication crystal, with only faint energy fluctuations slowly transmitted.

A moment later, Tang San's voice rang out again, his tone carrying a faint smile, yet unfathomable: "I understand. You can continue to stay in the sect and observe him secretly. There's no need to deliberately alarm him, nor should you interfere too much with his cultivation life."

"Your subordinate obeys." Niu Tian replied in a deep voice and bowed respectfully.

The blue light gradually dissipated, and the communication crystal returned to its ordinary crystal form. Niu Tian carefully put it into his sleeve, turned around and looked at the Haotian Sect bathed in moonlight outside the window again. An inscrutable expression flashed across his rugged face.

Having followed Tang San for many years, he understood the Sea God's thoughts best. The satisfaction in the adult's tone was not the usual elder's joy at seeing a junior grow, but rather the certainty of a chess player seeing the value of his pieces increase significantly and valuing them more.

The higher the value of a chess piece, the less likely a player is to allow it to escape their control.

Niu Tian sighed softly, turned around and walked away from the empty hall, the night gradually swallowing his figure.

Unbeknownst to him, under the same bright moonlight, in Zi Lingtian's room, the six-year-old child who appeared to be cultivating with his eyes closed was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, his deep purple pupils glowing slightly in the darkness, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He did not hear the conversation between Niu Tian and Tang San, but with the Yin-Yang power flowing in his dantian, he keenly detected the extremely subtle fluctuation of divine energy emitted when the communication crystal was activated. The fluctuation penetrated the walls and the night, falling into his perception with perfect clarity.

Tang San was watching this place from a distance, which was ostensibly out of concern, but in reality, it was also surveillance.

Zi Lingtian slowly closed her eyes, the smile on her lips growing even deeper.

Monitor me then, Uncle Sea God. You may listen to everything; you will hear what you most want to hear—a gifted, well-behaved, and obedient junior from the divine realm who grows up exactly as you expect.

But those things you can't hear or detect are the trump cards that can overturn everything, and they are the things you should truly fear.

The moonlight, like water, gently spilled over every corner of the Haotian Sect, illuminating the bluestone path, the pine forest in the mountains, and the rooms of the two children. One child slept soundly, dreaming innocent dreams of companionship and growth; the other, a young man, cultivated diligently, harboring a firm conviction about freedom and ambition.

The trials in the Star Dou Great Forest have come to an end, but the journey of Zi Lingtian and Tang Wutong in the Douluo Continent has only just begun. The road ahead is long and turbulent, but it is also full of infinite possibilities.