Chasing to Feed, This is Called a Divine Examination?

Before the words even faded, Zichuan felt a sudden, searing heat on his forehead!

It was not a burning of the skin, but a tremor originating from the depths of his soul, as if a shackle had been struck and a connection forged.

He instinctively raised a hand to his brow, his fingertips brushing against two marks that were slowly manifesting.

One was a deep, dark purple that seemed to swallow all light and hope, shaped like a shattered star with edges flowing with the aura of destruction.

The other was a gentle, vibrant emerald green, shaped like a spreading leaf vein, or perhaps a murmuring stream.

Mark of Destruction and Mark of Life!

The two marks glowed faintly on his forehead, independent of each other, yet forming a subtle, echoing balance.

At the same time, two cold, majestic, and unquestionable streams of information were branded directly into the depths of his consciousness:

[God of Destruction Trial, initiated]
[Trial Content: Nine Trials of Destruction]
[Current: First Trial]
[Objective: Defeat ten Soul Masters of the same Soul Power Level]
[Time Limit: Six months]

[Life God Trial, initiated]
[Trial Content: Nine Trials of Life]
[Current: First Trial]
[Objective: Heal ten Soul Masters of the same Soul Power Level]
[Time Limit: Six months]

Zichuan: "..."

He blinked, digesting the extra information in his brain.

Nine Trials of Destruction, Nine Trials of Life. Dual godhood inheritance.

It... it sounded quite intimidating.

Defeat ten Soul Masters of the same level? Heal ten Soul Masters of the same level? And finish it all within half a year?

He looked down at his own thin arms and legs, then sensed the Soul Power within him—vast, yet still immature, having just reached the tenth level.

Well, with his Innate Full Soul Power and dual top-tier martial souls, it shouldn't be difficult to reach the teens in half a year.

When the time came, he could find a Soul Master Academy, or follow the people from the Body Sect to spar with and heal Soul Masters of the same level...

It didn't seem entirely impossible, did it?

Zichuan even felt a little excited. This was more like it! Transmigration, cheats, god trials, hard work, counter-attacking... the standard procedure!

Just as he was happily planning his inspirational script of "achieving godhood through hard work," the voice of the God of Destruction echoed in his mind again, carrying a clear sense of impatience and deep dissatisfaction.

"Half a year? Defeat ten? Heal ten?" He sounded as if he were looking at something incredibly unsightly, his tone filled with disdain. "Troublesome! Too troublesome!"

"And you have to find Soul Masters of the same level? In this backwater, where are you going to find them? By the time you do, the opportunity will have long passed!"

"How could the inheritance of This Seat be bound by such trivial constraints!"

Zichuan: "...?"

Wait, hold on, wasn't the content of this trial set by you, old man? Why are you criticizing it yourself?

Before he could figure it out, an indescribable, obscure fluctuation that seemed to transcend the rules of the world began to permeate from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.

The fluctuation was extremely faint, yet it carried an unquestionable, overbearing power, as if it were rewriting "underlying code."

Immediately after, the two pieces of trial information just branded into Zichuan's mind began to distort and blur, as if wiped away by an invisible hand, only to be rewritten in a more scribbled, casual script:

[God of Destruction Trial, First Trial (Modified)]
[Objective: Defeat ten life forms]
[Time Limit: None]
[Reward: Destruction Domain!]

[Life God Trial, First Trial (Modified)]
[Objective: Save ten life forms]
[Time Limit: None]
[Reward: Life Domain!]

Zichuan: "..."

He stood with his mouth agape, staring at the two new "exam questions" in his mind—so simple they were almost crude, so lenient they were practically non-existent—unable to recover for a long time.

Defeat... ten... life forms?

Save... ten... living beings?

What the hell is the difference between this and "go take ten breaths of air"?!

"Hmm, that sounds more like it." The voice of the God of Destruction rang out, carrying a casual, "I have read this, it is approved" tone.

"Although this seat is now reduced to nothing but a lingering thought, with less than one percent of my divine power remaining, I am still capable of slightly altering the underlying rules of my own divine trials."

"And I can also utilize the permissions of the Heart of Life..."

He paused, seemingly feeling that wasn't enough, and added:

"Oh, I've bumped up your rewards, too. You get the domain early. It's all yours sooner or later anyway, so what difference does a little time make?"

Zichuan clutched his forehead.

He felt a bit dizzy.

No, I know you're in a hurry to get your revenge, and I know you want to "spoon-feed" me, but isn't this... isn't this a bit too direct? You're basically shoving the bowl into my mouth and pinching my nose to force it down, aren't you?

"What?" The God of Destruction seemed to sense his complicated mood and snorted. "Think it's too simple? Kid, don't be fooled by the stories those mortals write. All that nonsense about enduring hardships and having no regrets after a hundred deaths just to earn the recognition of a god... it's all bull!"

"The inheritance of a godhead is essentially the handover of power and the transfer of authority! As long as the successor has the aptitude, the right attributes, and a temperament that isn't too twisted, the rest is just going through the motions!"

"This seat finds you quite pleasing! The Heart of Life and the essence of destruction are incredibly harmonious within you, and as for your temperament... though a bit slippery, you have the foundation of being decisive in killing. That is enough!"

"As for those trials?" The God of Destruction sneered. "Those are meant to filter out the mediocre! You are the child of myself and the Heart of Life, the destined successor; do you really need those things to prove yourself?"

"A waste of time!"

Zichuan was speechless.

He felt that what the God of Destruction said made perfect sense, but upon closer inspection, he felt something was deeply wrong.

This wasn't just cheating; this was like having the game's backend handed to him, with the developer kindly asking, "Young master, does this modification work for you? If not, shall I adjust it further?"

"Alright, stop spacing out." The God of Destruction urged. "Hurry up, pass the first trial and get your hands on the domain. That's a good piece of kit; it'll come in handy for fighting, running away... ahem, for your travels across the continent."

Zichuan stood up silently and brushed the dirt off his backside.

He looked around; the villagers of Disabled Village were still gathered in the distance, pointing and whispering, not daring to approach.

The children hid behind the adults, peeking at him with a mix of curiosity and fear. Wang Long-Arm had long since vanished, likely running for his life toward the Body Sect.

In the distance were barren mountains; nearby were potholed dirt roads, and the wind carried the scent of dust and livestock.

Defeat ten living beings. Save ten living beings.

His gaze wandered, finally landing under the crooked tree he had been leaning against earlier.

There, near the roots, was an inconspicuous little mound of dirt. Around the mound were several tiny holes. At that moment, a few black ants were diligently crawling in and out, carrying grass seeds and debris larger than their own bodies.

Zichuan's gaze froze.

He walked over slowly, squatted down, and examined the anthill carefully.

Then, he stood up and unbuckled his belt.

"What are you doing?" The God of Destruction was stunned.

"Completing the divine trial."

Zichuan was concise, his tone calm and ripple-free.

The next moment, a clear stream of water poured precisely onto the entrance of the anthill.

"Sss..."

A faint, dense sound of splashing arose. The once orderly line of ants fell into instant chaos; several worker ants near the entrance were washed away, while more ants scrambled out of the hole in a panic, tumbling and struggling under the impact of the "stream."

Zichuan even adjusted his angle to ensure a wider area of coverage.

Ten seconds later.

[Divine Trial of Destruction, First Trial (Modified): Defeat ten living beings]

[Current Progress: 187/10]

[Status: Completed]

[Evaluation: Exceeded expectations (Number of living beings defeated: 187)]

[Reward Settlement: Affinity with the God of Destruction increased by 10%, current total affinity: 10%]

[Reward Issued: God-given domain, Destruction Domain.]