Inheritance of Destruction and Life, Heir to Two God Kings!

The Goddess of Life was slightly taken aback.

She turned her gaze back to Dai Tu. This time, she examined him more carefully.

Sure enough.

The powers of destruction and life within the boy's body were not merely coexisting. They were intertwined, balanced, and nourishing each other in an extraordinarily delicate manner.

The violence of destruction was tempered by life's gentleness, while life's fragility was supported by destruction's sharpness. Like yin and yang, the two generated and restrained each other, yet formed a seamless whole.

"How... how is this possible?" the Goddess of Life blurted out.

"Since the birth of the universe, life and destruction have been two opposing laws. Even you and I can only understand and tolerate each other; we can never truly merge. Yet this child..."

"He has done it." The God of Destruction's eyes lit up with the excitement of finding a perfect specimen. "No, he is doing it. Though it is still immature, the seed of balance has already been planted. As long as he is given time and guidance..."

"You want him to inherit our divine positions?" The Goddess of Life immediately understood her husband's meaning.

"Why not?" The God of Destruction's tone was resolute.

"Those fools on the God Realm Committee, especially that newly arrived Tang San. Hah, holding both the Asura God and Sea God divine positions—what impressive authority. He treats Douluo Continent like his own backyard, even meddling in the arrangements of the children of destiny in the lower realm. Who does he think he is? The emperor of the God Realm?"

At the mention of Tang San, the God of Destruction's voice clearly turned colder.

The Goddess of Life sighed softly and took her husband's hand. "Xiao Lu, I know you dislike Tang San's way of doing things. But he is the successor chosen by the Asura God, and now he has inherited the Sea God's divine position as well. His influence in the God Realm Committee is considerable. We..."

"That is exactly why we need a successor!" The God of Destruction cut her off, purple light flickering in his eyes.

"A successor capable of bearing both life and destruction, one who can shatter Tang San's ridiculous control over the lower realm!

Katie, look at that child. How old is he? Twelve! Yet hatred has already awakened such a pure will of destruction within him, while deep in his soul, he still preserves a flame of life that refuses to go out. In all these countless ages, he is the most suitable candidate we have found!"

The Goddess of Life fell silent.

She looked at Dai Tu again. The boy still stood where he was, head lowered, shoulders trembling faintly.

The Goddess of Life could sense that he was crying. There was no sound and no movement, but his tears were falling drop by drop into the soil beneath his feet.

How much pain could such a young child possibly hold in his heart?

"But... that child has suffered too much." The Goddess of Life's voice caught slightly.

"If we want him to bear our divine positions, he will have to undergo God Trials. They will torment him a thousand times more than what he is suffering now. He has already been hurt deeply enough, and we still want to..."

"Pain will make him grow." The God of Destruction's voice was cold, yet it had softened in a rare display of restraint.

"You and I both know what kind of unyielding heart is required to bear the divine positions of God Kings like us. A flower raised in a greenhouse cannot withstand the weight of destruction and life."

He paused and looked at his wife. "If you cannot bear it, we can simply offer him a choice and let him decide for himself."

The Goddess of Life looked at her husband, then at the lonely figure in the lower realm. At last, she nodded gently.

"Very well. But we will go together. That child... needs to be treated more gently."

For once, the God of Destruction did not argue. He reached out and clasped his wife's hand, then lightly slashed the air with his other hand.

A deep-purple rift silently bloomed open, its edges wreathed in tiny fragments of space and the aura of destruction. On the other side lay the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest on Douluo Continent.

"Let's go."

The two stepped forward, their figures vanishing into the rift.

The next second, the rift closed as though it had never existed.

Star Dou Great Forest!

Dai Tu still stood where he was.

His tears had already run dry, leaving his eye sockets painfully dry and sore. He raised his head toward the rising sun in the east, squinting against the blinding sunlight.

Everything around him suddenly "stopped."

Falling leaves froze in midair, wingbeats of insects halted before his eyes, and even the wind stopped in its tracks.

The entire world seemed to have been paused. Only he remained able to think, able to breathe.

Then, the air three steps in front of him began to twist and ripple, like a stone dropped into water. Two figures slowly emerged from the ripples.

On the left stood a man in a dark-purple robe, his face stern and his gaze sharp.

Simply standing there, he made Dai Tu feel an oppressive suffocation. It was not the pressure of Soul Power, but something more fundamental and far more terrifying, as if one more glance at the man would shatter his soul.

On the right stood a woman in an emerald-green gown, breathtakingly beautiful and gentle in bearing.

"Who... are you?" Dai Tu heard himself ask. His voice was calm—so calm that even he found it surprising.

The God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised.

An ordinary mortal, even a Titled Douluo, would instinctively tremble, kneel, and dare not meet their gaze upon suddenly seeing the true forms of deities, even if they were only projections.

Yet in this child's eyes, apart from bottomless sorrow, there was hardly any fear.

Should they say he was ignorant and fearless, or... had half his heart already died, leaving him unable to feel even fear?

"You may call me the God of Destruction." The man in purple spoke first, his deep voice echoing through the frozen world.

"She is the Goddess of Life. We preside over the laws of life and destruction in this universe."

God Kings?

Dai Tu blinked.

This time, the Goddess of Life spoke. Her voice was gentle, like a spring breeze passing through treetops and brushing over Dai Tu's battered soul.

"Child, we have seen the... uniqueness within you. Destruction and life coexist inside your body. This is a miracle unseen in countless ages."

She stepped half a pace forward, her emerald eyes fixed on Dai Tu, filled with undisguised tenderness. "Would you... be willing to become our successor?"

Dai Tu froze.

Successor?

He remembered the novels he had read in his previous life. He remembered Tang San, Qian Renxue, and those fortunate people who inherited divine positions and soared to the heavens in a single step.

If this had happened before yesterday, he might have been ecstatic. He might have fallen to his knees and kowtowed. He might have been overflowing with gratitude.

But now, he merely looked quietly at the two deities before him for a long time, then asked:

"Can becoming a god bring the dead back to life?"

The Goddess of Life hesitated slightly.

The God of Destruction frowned. "Deities cannot interfere with life and death in the lower realm. That is the law. The dead are dead. Souls enter reincarnation, bodies return to dust. Even first-rank deities cannot reverse life and death."

"Oh." Dai Tu nodded, his expression unchanged. "Then I do not need it."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" The Goddess of Life hurriedly called after him.

"Child, listen to me. Although we cannot directly revive the dead, if you can truly master the laws of life and destruction and fuse those two powers to their utmost limit, then in theory... it may be possible to touch the boundary between life and death."

Dai Tu stopped.

He slowly turned around. His large, round eyes were hollow now, like two deep wells. Yet at the bottom of those wells, something seemed to flicker faintly to life.

"Possible?" he asked softly.

"Possible." The Goddess of Life nodded heavily, her tone gentle yet firm.

"Life and destruction are two sides of the same whole. At the end of destruction lies rebirth; at the end of life lies death. If you can reach that point, perhaps... you truly can create a miracle."

Dai Tu fell silent.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands. In his left palm, the phantom of the Tree of Life flickered in and out of view, while deep within his eyes, the Mangekyo pattern slowly rotated.

"I agree." Dai Tu raised his head and looked at the Goddess of Life, then at the God of Destruction. "I accept your inheritance. But you must promise me one thing."

"Before I become a god, do not interfere with any of my choices. Do not tell me what to do, and do not stop me from walking the path I choose."

"My vengeance, I will take myself."

"My path, I will walk myself."