Love Goddess, Soul Spirit of Destiny

Purple-Gold Eyes looked at him with pity.

This was the emotion Tang Wulin had least wanted to read in others' eyes these past few days.

Yet whether it was the Spirit Master who had helped awaken his Martial Soul, Teacher Lin who had taught him the basics of cultivation, or the Soul Master class students who came to laugh at him...

Even his mother and father, who loved and cherished him, unconsciously revealed it in their eyes whenever they patted his head.

Pity, regret, heartache...

Those gazes were like tangible needles, piercing through his fiercely proud soul.

But Tang Wulin could only endure them in silence, even putting on an optimistic, cheerful front, because they came from people connected to him, even people who loved him.

But why...

Why did this stranger, who had nearly killed him, also reveal pity in his eyes when the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul appeared?

"Why do you get to pity me?!" Tang Wulin's black eyes turned golden as the emotions that had built up for days finally erupted!

He yanked on that blade of Blue Silver Grass for leverage and rammed his head into the purple-haired boy's left wrist, completely forgetting the enormous gap in strength between them.

A web of golden scales and a web of purple crystal scales emerged once more from Tang Wulin and the purple-haired older boy.

Yet that impact left the purple-haired boy's gaze unfocused, as though his body and soul had been knocked apart for an instant...

His left hand loosened uncontrollably, but he still reacted in time, using his numb right palm to send Tang Wulin flying with a shove.

Meanwhile, the silver-haired little girl was rescued by Tang Wulin at the very instant before she was about to be "crushed," falling onto the ground behind the still-young boy.

"Don't be afraid. I'll protect you!" Tang Wulin pulled back the blood-stained blade of grass.

He rubbed his aching chest and stared tensely at the purple-haired boy, who staggered backward.

The silver-haired girl looked at that still-narrow back, and her eyelashes trembled faintly...

But just as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, a subtle fragrance suddenly drifted through the space between the three of them.

It was an intriguing floral scent. Though faint enough to be difficult to detect, it carried the aura of a lone, proud blossom whose beauty eclipsed all others.

The purple-haired boy covered his forehead and right eye with his right hand, as though he had finally stabilized the separation between soul and body.

He looked at his left wrist, where a circular wound had been left when the Blue Silver Grass had dragged across it as he shoved Tang Wulin away.

At that moment, the crisp scent of Blue Silver Grass and the delicate scent of blood intertwined and blended in the air.

"Interesting." Tiny flowers with white petals edged in red sprouted from the purple-haired older boy's wrist wound.

In the blink of an eye, the cut healed completely, and the subtle fragrance gradually faded away...

The purple-haired boy looked across at them. In the daze caused by the mismatch between his body and soul, he saw the golden-eyed boy and silver-haired girl standing one before the other.

For an instant, it was as though he had returned to the early days of the Divine Dragon Realm, when his younger brother had stood with that same gaze and that same posture before a frail "little bug."

That look was truly so similar...

(In the original work, the Divine Empress's true form was a dragon-like creature with inferior bloodline.)

Purple-Gold Eyes passed over the Blue Silver Grass in Tang Wulin's hand and looked at the silver radiance behind him.

The silver-haired girl was already suffused with seven-colored light, like vast colored veins spreading over every inch of her skin.

It made her seem like an elemental volcano on the verge of eruption, her gaze cold and severe.

She gave the purple-haired older boy a warning look: If you dare make another move, I'll fight you to the death!

At that moment, the sound of footsteps trampling grass came from behind the purple-haired boy.

A middle-aged man with long golden hair, sharply defined features, and a formal Western-style white suit calmly crossed through the waist-high hedge from the other side of the street.

The man seemed to carry his own radiance. His left fist rested behind his waist while his open right palm lay across his abdomen, giving him the bearing of a high-ranking butler.

He strode to the purple-haired boy's side, bowed, and lowered his head. "Your Maj..."

"I see that your condition is unwell. Do you still need more time?"

As he spoke, he glanced toward the other side of the hedge.

On the outer street, quite a few internal members of the Spirit Pagoda were stopping or driving away pedestrians who tried to watch or approach.

Worry appeared in Tang Wulin's eyes, because he could tell from the scene beyond the hedge that the purple-haired boy's background was anything but ordinary.

"And," the blond man in white continued quietly, "I have observed through dragon soul perception that an immense dark aura is wandering within a hundred li. If things get too noisy here..."

"Enough. There's no need." The purple-haired older boy lifted a hand.

He looked at Tang Wulin, or rather, at that trace of blood on the Blue Silver Grass, and asked, "Little one, what is your name?"

"My name is Tang Wulin, not little one." Tang Wulin remained on guard, keeping his small body protectively before the silver-haired girl as he slowly backed away.

"Heh." The purple-haired older boy accepted a handkerchief and wiped his left wrist, revealing a meaningful smile. "A good name."

"We will meet again."

His Purple-Gold Eyes passed over Tang Wulin's shoulder and looked behind him, leaving behind one sentence. "It depends on who gets to eat it first."

Purple hair rippling, the boy turned around. "Let's go."

"Yes." The blond man in white remained as meticulous as ever.

"Hmph!" Tang Wulin shouted stubbornly at the backs of the two men. "Next time we meet, I'll bring the security officer uncle to arrest you!"

Only after the pair waded through the hedge and disappeared into the distance did Tang Wulin retract his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and let out a long, weary breath.

He turned around and found that the silver-haired girl was also gazing into the distance, a thoughtful look in her eyes, just as the Eight-Colored Veins completely faded from her body.

Tang Wulin did not notice anything unusual about her. He lowered his head, patted his chest, and said, "Don't be scared. I'm the man Dad talks about, so I'll bravely protect you!"

Only then did the little girl raise her head to look at him.

Now that they were close, her large purple eyes seemed even more beautiful, and a sheen of tears appeared in them...

Tang Wulin hurriedly waved both hands in reassurance. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't cry! That bad guy named 'Huang' has already been chased away by me."

"Hey, hey, hey, my name is Tang Wulin. What's your name?"

The little girl froze for a moment before finally speaking for the first time. "I... I'm Na'er."

The afternoon sun slanted through the shade of the trees. The small blue-gold and silver figures gradually receded as the scene pulled away...

A large white car patterned with gold was parked along the street opposite the hedge, across a broad road.

The blond man in the formal white suit swiftly pulled open the rear door.

The inside of the car was upholstered in reddish-brown leather and pale solid wood, decorated with rare metals and expensive gemstones.

The purple-haired older boy sat in the back seat, took a wristband display, and quickly fastened it around his right wrist.

The gray screen remained quiet for only a few seconds before immediately turning orange-red, accompanied by piercing beeps of alarm.

With a bang, the door shut tightly, and the blond man in white got into the driver's seat on the left.

Through the rearview mirror, he looked at the purple-haired boy in the rear right seat, who had tilted his head back and closed his eyes. There was a trace of concern in his voice. "Your body and soul are out of sync. Is it because of those two human children?"

The purple-haired boy did not open his eyes. "Those are no ordinary human children. One of them is not even human."

After a brief silence, he added, "The other one is the target."

The blond man's hand on the steering wheel stiffened, and it seemed as though even his breathing stopped for two seconds.

With the back of his head resting against the seat, the purple-haired boy continued with his eyes closed. "You lost your physical body, and you are only a remnant soul. Without Dragon Clan bloodline, it is only natural that you cannot sense the Golden Dragon."

The blond man could not suppress his ragged breathing as he asked tremulously, "Was it... was it Father God's dragon soul that prevented you from succeeding?"

"No." The purple-haired boy denied it. "That coward is still hiding somewhere, trying to escape all the sins he committed."

"Though that girl is the transformed Silver Dragon King, she has inherited only his eight elemental laws: earth, water, wind, fire, light, darkness, space, and spirit." (Neither the Dragon Emperor nor the Light Dragon King knew that the Dragon God had left behind a remnant soul within the Dragon God Core.)

"Although inheriting spirit also means inheriting memories, in essence, she is absolutely not him."

"Killing her cannot avenge my old hatred for the destruction of my clan, nor can it erase the obsession in my heart."

Upon hearing that the Dragon God's remnant soul was not in this world, the blond man's eyes dimmed slightly, but his emotions finally steadied.

He started the Soul Guidance Car and continued, "Then that boy is the reincarnation of Father God's body? But he seems... not to have awakened his memories."

The purple-haired boy seemed to be recovering somewhat. He opened his Purple-Gold Eyes and shook his head. "No. Although I cannot make sense of the situation either, he is absolutely not the Golden Dragon King."

"Because within him..."

The purple-haired boy suddenly fell silent and turned his purple-gold gaze out the window.

Night was approaching, and the streetscape passed by in a blur. One streetlamp after another reflected in his Purple-Gold Eyes, like rows of dazzling multicolored lanterns sweeping across his pupils.

He could not help becoming slightly dazed, the sharpness in his Purple-Gold Eyes softening into a hazy distance. So this is the human era?

"There is a fine quality in him, one that proves he... is absolutely not the incarnation of the Annihilation Godhead."

The night lights traced the blond man's facial contours. He focused on driving and asked again, "You spared that human child because you intend to use the growth of his body to gradually wear away the Golden Dragon bloodline and the violence within the Golden Dragon divine core?"

"No." The purple-haired boy denied it again. "Perhaps your dragon soul has weakened too greatly, which is why you cannot perceive his true condition."

"Besides, there are the Eighteen-Layer Seal and a thread of divine consciousness blocking it."

The blond man drove attentively, confusion reflected on his face in the rearview mirror. Clearly, he did not understand.

The purple-haired boy's condition began to improve, so he patiently explained, "That boy's origins are far from simple. He bears all kinds of 'favor' upon him: the will of a God King, the Kiss of Life..."

"In short, the Golden Dragon divine core and Golden Dragon bloodline within him are not something I can extract whenever I wish in my current weakened state."

At the unfavorable news, the blond man frowned and asked one final question. "What if you recover to your peak?"

"I could." The purple-haired boy raised his wrist and clenched his fist, but still shook his head.

"Alas, this body is still far too weak. It cannot wield much of my dragon soul's power..."

"But this is already the finest physique in the world." A hollow, distant voice drifted through the rear compartment.

At some point, a translucent figure had appeared in the other empty seat in the back.

She wore red and white silks that outlined a graceful figure. Though her face was veiled with red gauze, it was still clear that she was an unquestionable beauty in ancient attire.

Yet for some reason, the instant she appeared, the entire cabin became eerie and deathly silent.

Amid the wavering crimson radiance, it was as if a vengeful spirit had awakened.

But the purple-haired boy's eyes brightened slightly as he turned to ask, "What? Has your soul body stabilized?"

"Goddess of Love."

The red-and-white-clad woman called Goddess of Love let out a faint, mournful sigh. "Not even close."

"I merely heard you mention this divine-grade 'immortal body,' so I awoke in response."

"However, after forming a contract with you, nourished by your will, this consciousness body has become far more solid and clear than it was in that valley."

As she spoke, the woman in red and white stretched her wrists and fingers, as though adapting to the changes in her "body."

"Is that so?" The purple-haired boy lowered his gaze. "It seems that my Will of Destruction, without Godhood to support it, is still far from enough to fully repair your soul body."

"Unfortunately, you are not of my Dragon Clan and have no connection to dragons at all. Nor do you possess a sea of spirit to support you, so you cannot absorb the dragon aura formed from the departed souls in the Dragon Tomb to stabilize your soul body."

"Very well. When we have time, we will make a trip to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. We can find you an immortal herb to nourish your spirit and soul, and find me a second Soul Spirit while we are at it."

"And while we're there..."

The purple-haired boy suddenly paused, then looked toward the driver's seat at the front left. Without any restraint, he said evenly, "Let Di Guangming meet Younger Brother Fire, whom all nine of them once followed as their leader, and Younger Sister Water, whom he crushed to death with one claw..."

At those words, the blond man's hand on the steering wheel stiffened, and a complicated expression appeared in the rearview mirror.

That was right. This personal bodyguard and full-time driver was the human incarnation of the Holy Dragon King, Di Guangming.

And the purple-haired older boy in the back seat was naturally the reincarnation of the Dragon Emperor, as well as...

His first Soul Spirit, his Soul Spirit of Destiny: the Goddess of Love.

The one who had fallen in Universe Asking-Love Valley, whose tears had gathered into a lake and created the foremost of the world's three great treasure basins...

The Second-Level God, the Goddess of Love.

At this moment, she had become a humanoid Soul Spirit and sat peacefully beside the reincarnated Dragon Emperor.

Author's Note:

1. This author has promised to shape the Dragon King of the fourth installment into a perfect legend without regrets.

And the fallen Goddess of Love...

Was one such regret.

2. Regarding the dispute over whether the Goddess of Love is a Second-Level God or a First-Level God.

The Goddess of Love is a Second-Level God, without question. Although there are rumors claiming she is a First-Level God, they have no basis and cannot stand.

This is because the emotional godhood is itself only a First-Level Godhood, while "love" is merely one of the seven emotions under its control.

Therefore, the Goddess of Love is absolutely not a First-Level God.

3. The Goddess of Love was betrayed by her lover and fell on the Sun Moon Continent. There is no dispute over this point in either the original work or the animation. (This will be relevant in the next two chapters, so the setting is being clarified here.)

4. In the Unrivaled Tang Sect animation, the Goddess of Love's resentment was purified and she dissipated from the world. But in the original work, she remained dormant deep within Universe Asking-Love Valley and never made an appearance.

Universe Asking-Love Valley had also always been in a state of "trusteeship." During the Douluo 2 era, its valley master was the Nine-Colored Goddess, Ning Rongrong.

Now that the Divine Realm has disappeared, its control over Universe Asking-Love Valley has also been removed.

5. Love is one of the seven emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and desire.

After the Goddess of Love fell and faced her beloved's betrayal, it was highly possible that she developed a second emotion, "hatred."

This was why she became red and white, and why she was stronger than before with greater potential. Only then would it fit the original plot.

As for why there were signs in this chapter of a third color emerging, it should be because she had found common ground with someone who shared her suffering, gradually giving rise to the emotion of "joy."

6. Regarding humanoid Soul Spirits.

Humanoid Soul Spirits had appeared as early as the Unrivaled Tang Sect era, such as the Heavenly Snow Woman, Snow Empress.

Therefore, when the protagonist uses soul skills in later chapters and the Goddess of Love appears beside him, it may cause amazement, but it will definitely not create too great a commotion.

I hope there will be no negative comments in the relevant later chapters saying that this author failed to consider this point.

"Finally, may my care bring you a better reading experience."