Early the next morning, the first faint rays of sunlight had only just pierced the clouds and fallen upon the Worship Hall in Spirit City.
Qian Renheng sat cross-legged on the bed in his room, eyes closed and breathing slow and steady.
As an indescribably mysterious ripple spread through his Sea of Consciousness, the world before his eyes seemed to shift.
When his vision cleared, he found himself in a vast, strange space.
Purple-black and emerald-green mists hung in the air. Two utterly different auras intertwined and collided, yet maintained a delicate balance.
Qian Renheng looked up. At the center of this mysterious world stood an ancient, magnificent altar.
The altar had an unusual design, divided straight down the middle.
Its left half was a deep, lifeless black. Violent purple-black lightning flickered across its surface like darting dragons.
It was filled with the Power of Destruction, enough to erase all things from existence.
The altar's right half was translucent emerald green, carved with intricate vine patterns. It radiated a vast Power of Life that soothed the soul and seemed capable of reviving dead wood.
On one side lay ultimate destruction; on the other, boundless life. The two powers remained distinct, yet coexisted perfectly upon the altar.
Qian Renheng looked around. Rather than a barren wasteland, he saw an endless emerald meadow lush with unfamiliar flowers and plants.
A breeze rolled through the grass, carrying a refreshing fragrance.
"So this... is the God Trial inheritance ground created by the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life?" Qian Renheng murmured.
"You're here."
At that moment, a voice rang out from the void, commanding yet gentle.
Qian Renheng turned toward it. The mingled mists ahead parted like water, and the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life slowly emerged side by