After his initial exchange with Dugu Bo confirmed his strength, Tang San did nothing else. Instead, he entered a cave to sort through what he had just gained.
Facing a mirror, Tang San stared at the emerald-green little tree mark between his brows, lost in thought. When his consciousness had grown hazy earlier, it seemed... someone had been calling him?
Recalling that voice he had dimly heard when he first broke free of the illusion, Tang San focused his mind on the mark between his brows.
"You have witnessed the frailty of budding life and experienced the long years of growth."
"You have shaken off the seed's ignorance and surpassed the tree's silence."
"Traveler, tell me: what is life?"
A woman's voice, seemingly descending from the highest heavens, echoed through Tang San's mind.
The moment he poured his spiritual power into the mark between his brows, that voice rang out without a source. Emerald light flickered before his eyes, and in the instant he froze in surprise, his consciousness was drawn into a space brimming with life.
Floating in the air ahead was an elegant woman in a long green dress. Holding a wooden scepter, she extended her free hand toward Tang San, her smile blooming like a flower.
In the Divine Realm.
Leaning against the God of Destruction's shoulder, the Goddess of Life watched Tang San's life unfold in a crystal ball, ripples of emotion stirring in her eyes.
A hybrid of soul beast and human had actually come this far, even winning the recognition of the natural will of a lower plane. And those secret arts he had created-what astonishing brilliance.
"Little Purple, he's a very good fit."
She turned toward the God of Destruction with a smile. Seeing him looking somewhat dazed, the Goddess of Life