Son of Life Destruction?

Zichuan remained silent for a full three breaths.

Then, in his mind, he replied in a calm, perhaps even slightly speechless tone:

"No, big brother, who are you? How did you end up in my head? Did you pay rent?"

"..."

The voice clearly stuttered.

After a long moment, a gentle yet irresistible consciousness swept through Zichuan's entire body, every inch of bone, every drop of blood, and especially the two vigorously beating hearts in his chest that had yet to fade in radiance.

"This is..."

The indifference in the voice vanished, replaced by incredulous shock, followed by an even more violent tremor.

"The aura of the Heart of Destruction... and, the Heart of Life of the Goddess of Life?!"

"These two powers actually coexist in one body, checking and balancing each other, symbiotic... How is this possible? Unless..."

Unless it was that miracle, accidentally conceived in the cracks of endless space-time during the turbulence that swept away everything, where his divine power intertwined and collided with that of the Goddess of Life, amidst the extreme contradiction of destruction and rebirth.

Unless this child was born because of them.

When the voice spoke again, all the wildness and hatred had faded, leaving only a clumsy, cautious emotion, like a giant beast trying to touch a fragile snowflake.

"Child, what... what is your name?"

Zichuan narrowed his eyes: "Zichuan. Zi as in purple, Chuan as in mountain rivers."

"Zichuan... Good, a good name." The voice paused, seemingly weighing its words, "I am... the God of Destruction. The god who holds the authority of destruction and governs the end of all things."

Zichuan: "Oh."

God of Destruction: "...That's all the reaction you have?"

Zichuan: "What else? Do you want me to kneel and kowtow, saying 'Greetings, Great God, may your reign last for ten thousand generations and unify the world'?"

The God of Destruction was choked up again; he suddenly felt that this child... seemed a bit different.

"Since you bear both the Heart of Destruction and the Heart of Life, you were born from the convergence of my power and that of the Goddess of Life." The God of Destruction's voice deepened, carrying a complex and indescribable emotion, "In other words, you... can be considered the child of me and the Goddess of Life."

Zichuan remained silent for even longer this time.

He recalled the Douluo series he had read in his past life, remembered the divine couple from the Legend of the God Realm who held the powers of creation and destruction and loved and killed each other for billions of years, remembered their tragic end, and remembered Tang San...

No way, he was actually the child of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life.

"Child," the God of Destruction continued, "tell me... what year is it now?"

Zichuan licked his somewhat dry lips.

"The era of Martial Soul Hall has passed for over ten thousand years. Today, the continent is divided among the three kingdoms of Tianhun, Dou Ling, and Xingluo, with the Sun Moon Empire eyeing them covetously, and Shrek Academy enjoying a prestigious reputation."

In the Sea of Consciousness, there was deathly silence.

After a long while, the God of Destruction laughed.

The laughter was low and light, yet it made one's hair stand on end.

"To think it is an era ten thousand years after Tang San became a god? I have actually been reborn into this era... If I remember correctly, the Son of Destiny in this era is a kid named Huo Yuhao... someone who finds treasures wherever he goes..."

As Tang San's opponent, the God of Destruction had naturally studied Tang San's life thoroughly.

"Good, a very good Tang San, truly a fine scheme. Sending your own daughter to the lower realm to approach the Son of Destiny, binding him through marriage, and dragging this person born of destiny onto your Tang family's war chariot."

"Turning a continent into your own backyard. Treating the destiny of heaven and earth as private property to be taken at will."

"A fine method, truly a fine method!"

His laughter gradually ceased, and when he spoke again, every word felt like a stone fished out of a glacial river, cold and hard, smashing into the depths of Zichuan's consciousness:

"Child."

"Since you carry my Heart of Destruction and have inherited the Goddess of Life's Heart of Life."

"You were born to stand on the opposite side of that Tang San."

"He wants this continent to bear the surname Tang? This God would like to see..."

"Whether your schemes are deeper, or the child I, the God of Destruction, have raised is more ruthless!"

After a long while, the God of Destruction finally calmed down.

"The space-time turbulence swept us away," the God of Destruction finally said with a bitter tone.

"I thought I would be annihilated just like that. But I never expected that a wisp of my remnant soul would remain, falling into this crack in space-time, and through a twist of fate, sense the homologous power of destruction and life within your body, allowing me to temporarily survive."

"Child," his voice became calm again, but beneath that calm was ten thousand fathoms of ice, "Seeing you, and seeing this continent that still praises the name of Tang San's benevolence ten thousand years later, this God knows..."

"Some debts must be settled."

Zichuan did not respond. He walked to the edge of the clearing, leaned his back against the rough trunk of a crooked tree, and slowly sat down.

"How do you want to settle them?" Zichuan asked, his gaze falling on the dark Mark of Destruction in his palm.

"You seem, at the moment..." He weighed his words carefully, "not to be in a very good state."

This was a euphemism. In reality, the feeling the God of Destruction gave him right now was more like a ghost burdened with deep obsession—possessing the status and memories of a God King, but with power... likely less than one percent of what it once was.

"Hahaha..." The God of Destruction suddenly laughed. This time, the laughter lacked fury, replaced by a touch of arrogance and... the madness of someone who had given up on everything.

"Not in a good state? That is an understatement! This god is now merely a remnant of consciousness clinging to your Sea of Consciousness. If you did not carry the origin power of the two of us, I would not even be able to manifest my consciousness!"

"Seek revenge on Tang San? With what I have now?" His laughter gradually faded, his tone turning into a resolute, cold hardness, "That is nothing but a pipe dream."

Zichuan raised an eyebrow. So clear-headed?

"But..." The God of Destruction shifted his tone, every word landing with a clang, "This god cannot kill him, but my successor can!"

"You carry the Heart of Destruction and the Heart of Life; you are the manifestation of our intertwined divine powers, the person in this world most suited to inherit our divine positions! There is no other!"

Zichuan's heart skipped a beat.

Divine positions? Dual divine positions?

"That scoundrel Tang San, his ability to become a God King relies on nothing more than the Sea God and Asura divine positions." The God of Destruction's voice was filled with disdain.

"Sea God? Controlling the seas sounds intimidating, but in the boundless God Realm, it is merely a corner. Asura? Judging slaughter, seemingly possessing great authority, yet restricted by rules."

"But I, Destruction, hold the power over the end of all things and the return of the universe to nothingness!"

"Life holds the power over the creation of all things, the source of all existence and growth!"

"Destruction and Life are the two most fundamental poles that constitute the world! They are supreme authorities that transcend the vast majority of rules!"

His voice echoed in Zichuan's mind, carrying the arrogance unique to gods who look down upon all living things, as well as a near-paranoid conviction:

"He, Tang San, has two divine positions, and you shall have two! He had to endure untold hardships and accept countless trials, but you..."

"This god shall pave this path for you today!"