The Legacy of the Life and Destruction God Kings

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

Huo Yuhao had just survived a fierce battle and was sitting cross-legged in the Secret Chamber, healing his wounds.

Not long ago, he had entered seclusion to break through to the Yin-Yang Complementary Dual Soul Cores. He had successfully reached rank ninety-two as a Titled Douluo and severed the mental link to the Reverse Scale Di Tian had left inside him.

Unable to sense him, Di Tian had flown alone to Shrek City to demand his surrender. Huo Yuhao had been left with no choice but to fight.

In the end, Huo Yuhao had exhausted the essence of all six Soul Spirits, sending them into a collective slumber, just to withstand Di Tian's attacks. He had barely forced Di Tian back, and had suffered such grievous wounds that only the Gold of Life kept him alive.

"As expected of Beast God Di Tian!"

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged, his face deathly pale as restorative Soul Power surged through him. He could not help thinking, If the Gold of Life hadn't kept me alive at the end, I might really have died this time.

Bzz~

The next instant.

The vertical eye between Huo Yuhao's brows opened without warning.

What...

Even as alarm struck Huo Yuhao, his Spiritual Power was yanked into an unfamiliar space. Fragments from the long history of Douluo Continent flashed ceaselessly through the air.

"So our fates have been controlled by the Sea God, Asura God Tang San, all along."

A hazy figure gradually appeared in the unfamiliar space.

It was a woman in fitted white clothes, tall and slender, with long, wavy pink-and-blue hair spilling over her back all the way to her hips.

The young woman stood gazing up at the images in the air. From Huo Yuhao's birth to his time at Shrek Academy, the Soul Master Tournament, Love Inquiry Valley, the sacrifice, and even his eventual ascension to godhood, scene after scene played out above them.

"Qiu'er!"

Huo Yuhao's eyes widened as he stared at the figure before him in disbelief. "Qiu'er, is that you?"

The sight of Wang Qiu'er threw Huo Yuhao into utter disarray.

"I'm already dead."

Wang Qiu'er shook her head with a bitter smile and looked at Huo Yuhao with eyes full of tenderness. "Some mysterious power in your spiritual world woke me."

"Mysterious power?!"

Huo Yuhao started, then raised his head in disbelief.

Apart from the shifting images of his life, he sensed no trace of any mysterious power.

And yet.

What shocked Huo Yuhao even more was that the images flowing through the air showed not just memories of his past, but memories of his future—extending all the way to the Divine Realm!

What on earth is going on?

Shocked as he was, Huo Yuhao began watching the river of memories in earnest.

He did not know how much time passed.

Huo Yuhao's expression grew darker and darker. At last, he saw that his entire life had been one enormous tragedy.

He had long suspected Tang San's influence over his life, but he had never imagined the truth was this much worse.

Tang San had schemed against Wang Qiu'er, making her Golden Dragon Bloodline a bridal gown for Tang Wutong. In the end, Qiu'er had vanished completely, beyond revival. Yet Tang San's Xiao Wu and the Blue Silver Emperor had both sacrificed their souls, and he had revived them.

Tang San himself, too.

He had been brought back to life during the battle at Jialing Pass.

So why couldn't Qiu'er be revived? Because Tang San had never wanted her back.

Tang San!

You're no decent human being!

Only now did Huo Yuhao truly understand the terror of having his entire life controlled by Tang San. Fury made him clench his fists.

Just then, another tremor ran through Huo Yuhao's spiritual space, and two shadowy figures slowly appeared overhead.

The so-called mysterious power had finally revealed itself.

One wore a great purple cloak. Beneath it was a strikingly handsome man who appeared to be in his thirties. His short, dark-red hair stood up strand by strand like steel needles, and red light flickered in his eyes.

The other wore a pale green dress brimming with the breath of life. A faint smile always rested on her face. Though she was not as breathtaking as Qiu'er, a soft golden glow veiled her features, and her vibrant aura made her unforgettable—and strangely easy to feel close to.

How could this be?!

How could someone else's Spiritual Power exist in my spiritual world?

More alarming still, weren't these two the first Life God King and Destruction God King from the images of his future?

Holy shit!

Even the refined Huo Yuhao could not stop himself from swearing.

"Little Purple."

While Huo Yuhao stood stunned, the Life God King spoke first. "I think we frightened the little fellow."

"Hmph. What a blockhead."

The Destruction God King glanced at Huo Yuhao and snorted. "Tang San has pushed you around your whole life, and you haven't even had the courage to resist. You haven't a shred of manliness."

"Even with the woman you love right in front of you, you don't have the courage to rush to her side without looking back."

"Utterly useless!"

Huo Yuhao: "Uh..."

Stunned.

Huo Yuhao was completely stunned.

He still had no idea what was happening, yet the Destruction God King had launched straight into a tirade. All he could do was look helplessly toward Wang Qiu'er.

"What are you looking at her for?"

The Destruction God King had never had a good temper, and Huo Yuhao's reaction only made him angrier. "You can't even sense our auras, yet you dare call yourself the Divine Realm's foremost God King of the mind? Have you no shame?"

"Ah... my lord God King, I..."

Huo Yuhao had grievances he could not voice. Isn't he asking the impossible?

I'm only a rank ninety-two Titled Douluo. He expects me to discover the hidden divine thoughts of two God Kings in the depths of my soul? Is this some kind of joke?

What on earth is happening?

"That's enough."

The Life God King tempered the Destruction God King's anger before saying, "We have little time left. Yuhao is our last hope, and the Divine Realm's. Stop doing nothing but scolding him."

Little time left?

What does that mean?

Huo Yuhao frowned and cupped his hands. "My lords, what are you talking about? Could you tell me what happened?"

"It's a long story."

The gentle Life God King smiled faintly. "I can only tell you the essentials. Destruction and I plan to use the Power of Creation we have left to send your body, along with the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's memories, back ten thousand years. Whether you choose to change the future of the Douluo God Realm is for you to decide after reading the memories we leave in your Spiritual Sea of Consciousness."

"For now, though, you and Qiu'er must remember the three things I'm about to tell you."

Hm?

Huo Yuhao's heart stirred. Go back ten thousand years... isn't that too wild?

And...

Why does this sound more like the last words of two God Kings?

After all, he could sense that their spiritual auras had weakened to the very brink of fading.

"Thirty years into the Divine Calendar, the Douluo God Realm will face a deadly Space-Time Turbulence."

Before Huo Yuhao could react, the Life God King continued, "Destruction and I sacrificed our lives to briefly fuse the Power of Creation and save the entire Douluo God Realm. We also used that power to glimpse the future."

"In the years to come, the Douluo God Realm will gradually become the Tang Family Divine Realm, with Tang San at its helm. The First-Generation God King Faction will be squeezed out until it disappears, and the Douluo God Realm itself will slide toward utter ruin."

"At that same instant, we also traced the past countless times. To change the Douluo God Realm's future, there is only one chance: tear open the river of time by force and send you from the future to the era of the Soul Master Tournament, ten thousand years ago..."