Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

From the day he awakened his martial spirit at the age of six, this torment has never stopped.

Six years ago, he awakened two martial souls: a cane and a sapling.

That day, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was shaken.

With innate full soul power and twin martial souls, everyone says he will be the next peerless genius.

But no one knew that it was the beginning of a nightmare.

The two martial souls bring two completely opposite powers: destruction and life.

They clashed and tore at each other wildly within his body, preventing him from gathering even a trace of soul power.

For six years, his cultivation level remained unchanged at level ten, the level he reached on the day of awakening.

If it weren't for the powerful life force that repaired his body after each destruction, he would have died long ago.

Six years.

More than two thousand days and nights.

He endured unimaginable pain, guarding a secret that could not be spoken.

That cane was no ordinary object.

That's the Scepter of Destruction!

That sapling was no ordinary plant.

That's an ancient tree of life!

Life, destruction, good, evil, and killing—these are the five supreme forces in the world.

He alone possesses the two most terrifying and extreme attributes.

He never told anyone this secret.

Because he knew that once he told anyone, it would bring him endless trouble.

"Six years..."

Gu Linyuan lay on the ground, looking at the moon in the sky, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against glass.

"Is this how my fate, Gu Linyuan, is destined?"

No one answered him.

The only sound was the wind blowing through the treetops.

He closed his eyes, and Ning Rongrong's face appeared in his mind, as did Ning Fengzhi's increasingly indifferent gaze over the years.

He doesn't hate them.

I wouldn't say I dislike them.

He was just unwilling to accept it.

He was unwilling to be treated as a piece of trash, unwilling to be looked at with pity, and unwilling to watch everyone leave him behind at the best age.

He doesn't believe in fate.

"Everyone has their own unique talents."

He suddenly opened his eyes, and something burned in those dark pupils.

"Since Heaven has given me two supreme martial souls, there must be a way to break them!"

He gritted his teeth, enduring the surging pain within his body, and tried his best to sense the two martial souls.

It's not about confrontation.

It's not suppression.

It is acceptance, not rejection.

For six years, he had been trying to suppress the destructive power within him and try to neutralize it with the power of his life.

But in that instant, he suddenly understood.

Destruction and life are two sides of the same coin.

Without destruction, how can there be new life?

boom!

The world changed color.

A dazzling beam of light shot into the sky from the back of the mountain.

Gu Linyuan's body rose into the air, and his two martial souls appeared uncontrollably on their own.

To the left, a jet-black staff floated in the air, radiating a destructive aura that made the heavens and earth tremble. That aura was terrifying to the extreme, as if a mere wave could level the entire back mountain.

To the right, a five-meter-tall tree stands lush and verdant, its rich life force surging forth like a tide, its fragrance wafting through the air. All the plants on the back hill are growing wildly, as if they are paying homage to their king.

Ancient Tree of Life!

The Scepter of Destruction!

For the first time, the two God-King level Martial Souls simultaneously revealed their true forms.

Gu Linyuan floated between the two, his long hair flying and his black robe fluttering.

He felt something inside his body break apart.

The shackles that had bound him for six years shattered.

His cultivation level began to surge.

Level 11.

Level 12.

Level 13...

In the blink of an eye, they broke through the level 20 barrier.

"This is……"

A figure appeared on the back mountain like a ghost.

Chapter 2: Gu Linyuan's true identity – he was indeed the son of the God King.

Gu Rong, one of the two titled Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, is a level 95 Super Douluo.

He was stunned by the sight before him as soon as he landed.

With his knowledge as a Title Douluo, he actually felt a sense of pressure from that young man?

No, that's not right.

It's not just about oppression.

It is also a kind of reverence.

That was awe from the level of martial spirit, from the instinct of life.

"Approaching the Abyss".

Gu Rong's voice trembled slightly.

He looked at the boy floating in mid-air, at the ancient tree exuding endless life, and at the scepter that seemed capable of destroying everything in the world.

He knew what it was.

It is an existence that transcends the mortal realm and surpasses all known martial spirits.

Gu Rong took a deep breath and quickly made a move, using his Title Douluo-level soul power to seal off all the energy in the back mountain.

If such a strange phenomenon were to spread, the entire continent would be shaken.

After doing all this, he finally raised his head and looked at the boy, tears welling up in his cloudy old eyes.

"Approaching the Abyss..."

"Grandpa knew you wouldn't stay silent."

"The ancient banyan tree murmured."

"It seems my guess was right, Lin Yuan... you really are a divine child."

"Could it be that Rongrong is truly not destined for this? Otherwise, how could Lin Yuan have changed so drastically right after the breakup? Is this fate?"

Gu Rong gazed at the boy in mid-air, surrounded by divine lights of life and destruction, and murmured to himself, his cloudy old eyes churning with indescribable emotions.

There was shock, relief, and above all, a sense of peace that came from finally having a secret that had been kept for so many years confirmed.

He recalled that rainy night twelve years ago.

That night, he was ordered to go out on business and passed through the outer edge of the Starry Sky Forest.

The rain poured down, and the world was shrouded in chaos.

With his cultivation level, he could have completely ignored the weather and flown through the air.

But for some reason, he suddenly stopped.

A strange feeling enveloped him.

The feeling was indescribable, like someone was calling to him, or like some kind of unseen force pulling him along. He inexplicably deviated from his planned route and headed deeper into the Starry Sky Forest.

After walking for about half an hour, he arrived at the foot of a thousand-year-old banyan tree.

He saw a baby abandoned in the torrential rain.

In the rain, the baby lay quietly in its swaddling clothes, neither crying nor fussing.

The torrential rain poured down, yet it seemed as if an invisible barrier blocked it, and not a single drop of water fell on him.

His skin was as white as jade, faintly radiating a golden halo. The halo was extremely weak, yet it made Gu Rong, this Super Douluo, feel a tremor in his heart.

It was not a fluctuation of soul power, nor the aura of a martial soul, but a genuine divinity from a higher dimension.

That aura was ancient and vast, as if it had crossed the endless river of time and come from a distant era.

At that moment, the ancient banyan tree had only one thought: This child is no ordinary person. This child comes from heaven.