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

On the third day after Zi Lingtian awoke, the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life finally relented and allowed him to formally access his twin martial souls.

It wasn't that they didn't trust their son's control; it was simply that the commotion caused by these god-level martial souls was too terrifying. The last awakening ceremony directly ripped off the dome of the Temple of Destruction, and the two-colored light sword phantoms that stretched across the sky were still being repeatedly archived and studied by the God Realm Committee. If Zi Lingtian were to rashly summon martial souls in the temple again, the entire temple would probably be torn to pieces by his power.

To this end, the God of Destruction deliberately cleaved a stable, independent spatial rift at the edge of the God Realm, transforming the void within a radius of several miles into a dedicated training ground. Surrounded by the chaotic aura of nothingness, beneath his feet lay a purple-gold crystal ground formed from his own expended divine power, and above him hung the distorted starry sky unique to the edge of the God Realm, completely severing any connection with the God Realm itself.

"Practice here." The God of Destruction stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the trial grounds, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. "The space here is spacious enough that even if the power goes out of control again, it will not affect any of the beings in the divine realm."

The Goddess of Life did not come with them. She stayed in the temple to deal with the backlog of divine affairs. Before leaving, she held Zi Lingtian's small hand and gently instructed him again and again not to push himself too hard. She told him to stop immediately if he felt his power was unstable and not to force himself to continue.

Zi Lingtian nodded obediently, watching her mother's figure disappear into the teleportation channel before turning around and looking at the vast and empty trial field.

The six-year-old's small body appeared exceptionally tiny standing on the vast expanse of purple-gold crystal ground. But when he closed his eyes and focused on communicating with the two dormant primal forces within his body, the entire training ground began to tremble slightly.

Ancient Tree of Life.

He silently murmured to himself.

The first martial spirit responded and instantly appeared in the world.

A warm, emerald-green light burst forth from his limbs and bones, like the warmest spring sunshine, instantly dispelling the cold, chaotic aura surrounding the trial grounds. The phantom of the towering divine tree that had appeared during the awakening ceremony reappeared behind him, its trunk as if carved from jade, its branches and leaves as lush as a canopy, each leaf flowing with vibrant life runes.

Unlike the panic and loss of control he experienced upon awakening, this time, Zi Lingtian clearly felt the bond between himself and the Ancient Tree of Life. It was not merely a martial soul, but rather an extension of his body, a connection etched into his instincts. He could almost hear the gentle swaying of each leaf in the wind, and sense the subtle rhythm of the ancient tree's roots penetrating the void, drawing life energy.

But just as the Martial Soul of the Ancient Tree of Life was fully released, a strange and gentle fluctuation slowly rose from his dantian, spreading throughout his body along his meridians. His body began to change; without the slightest pain, he only felt a warm current flowing gently between his bones and muscles.

Zi Lingtian suddenly felt much lighter. He subconsciously looked down and froze instantly.

Her hands became slender and long, her already fair skin became even more radiant, with a faint emerald green glow. Her shoulders gradually narrowed, her waist became slender, and the boy's originally strong features softened little by little, transforming into the figure of a little girl.

What shocked him even more was yet to come.

He raised his hand to stroke his hair, and the purple-gold hair that was originally tied behind his head had turned into a pure emerald green like new leaves in spring. It was a vibrant color that spread from the roots to the tips of his hair. His hair cascaded down like a waterfall, softer and longer than before.

He stared blankly at the reflection on the crystal floor, his pupils slightly contracting.

Her facial features were still her own, but the lines had been softened, and her eyes and brows had gained a touch of feminine gentleness. Her heterochromatic eyes, with her left eye being emerald green and her right eye being purple-gold, remained unchanged, but her overall aura had undergone a complete transformation.

He used to be a handsome little boy, but now his reflection is a miniature version of the Goddess of Life, with the same green hair and gentle demeanor, just as warm and refined as jade.

Zi Lingtian's eyes widened, and the little girl in the reflection also opened her eyes wide, full of astonishment.

"...What happened?"

When he spoke, his voice completely changed. It was no longer the clear voice of a boy, but the ethereal and gentle voice of a girl, like a mountain stream flowing over jade, so clear and melodious it was unbelievable.

The God of Destruction, who was intently observing his son's martial spirit state at the edge of the trial ground, suddenly froze.

This god-king, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, had seen countless strange phenomena in the heavens, but he had never seen such a strange thing. His son, who had only released the martial spirit of the Ancient Tree of Life, had actually transformed into a woman.

The God of Destruction frowned deeply, his eyes filled with disbelief and solemnity, staring silently at the scene.

Zi Lingtian stood there, his mind racing. In his previous life, he had read countless fantasy novels and was familiar with themes such as transformation, gender swap, and twin martial souls, but he never thought that these bizarre things would happen to him at the same time.

Stay calm, you must stay calm.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and tried to retract the Life Tree Martial Soul.

The emerald green light slowly receded, and the phantom of the divine tree behind him gradually dissipated. Just as his martial soul completely returned to his body, the warm current reversed its course, his shoulders broadened again, his waist became strong again, his emerald green hair was dyed purple-gold again, and his facial features became distinct again.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed back into his original little boy form.

The God of Destruction's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent, simply watching him quietly.

Zi Lingtian looked down at her hands, which had returned to normal, remained silent for a moment, and then closed her eyes again.

This time, he communicated with his second martial soul.

The Scepter of Destruction.

A burst of purple-gold light erupted, completely opposite to the warm and gentle aura of the Tree of Life. This light was domineering and fierce, and the phantom of the purple-gold scepter instantly condensed behind him. The runes on the scepter flashed with the cold light of the laws of destruction, and the gem at the top was as deep as a black hole, as if it could devour everything in the world.

At the same time, that familiar feeling of power flowing through him returned.

But this time, the change is completely different.

He could feel the power within his body rapidly gathering, his muscle lines becoming more and more defined. He still had the physique of a child, but he exuded a cold and sharp aura. His long purple-gold hair was all gathered up, turning into neat short purple hair, each strand of which was tinged with a dark luster.

His pupils also changed, the heterochromatic eyes, green on the left and purple on the right, merged into a pure, deep purple, profound and sharp, exuding a cold arrogance that did not belong to a child.

Zi Lingtian looked at the reflection on the ground. Before him was a cold and handsome young boy with sharp eyes and an arrogant temperament, just like the God of Destruction beside him.

"So..." Zi Lingtian began, his voice returning to a boy's clear tone, yet with a touch more composure, "The Ancient Tree of Life corresponds to the female form, and the Scepter of Destruction corresponds to the male form?"

His tone was calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

In his past life, he was a straight man who never had any doubts about his gender identity. Now, he suddenly discovered that he could change his gender through his martial soul, and the strange feeling in his heart was indescribable.

But strange as it was, he quickly calmed down and rationally sorted out everything.

This is not a simple transformation of appearance. In the two forms, even the temperament, power circulation, and perception of laws are completely different. In the female form, his affinity with the laws of life soars, and he is in perfect harmony with the Tree of Life. In the male form, he has extremely strong control over the laws of destruction. Every rune on the Scepter of Destruction flows smoothly as if it were an extension of his own arm.