20demayo Chapter 16 Evolution
Chapter 16 Evolution
The God of Destruction's gaze slowly moved from his no longer sleek, shoulder-length purple hair to his deep purple eyes, lingering there for a long time. As the supreme god-king, his perception of power fluctuations was extremely acute; with just a glance, he clearly sensed the earth-shattering changes in his son.
The originally distinct auras of life and destruction have become increasingly profound and mysterious. The two forces intertwine and entwine, concealing a law-like aura that even he cannot fully comprehend and even feels vaguely unfamiliar with. It is no longer the child that he could easily understand yesterday.
"Your power has changed." The God of Destruction stepped into the room, gently closing the door behind him to shut out the morning light and sounds from outside. His deep voice, devoid of any extra emotion, carried the unwavering certainty unique to a god-king, and he spoke directly.
Zi Lingtian did not deny it, but nodded slightly. He knew his father's abilities well; such a clear transformation in power could not be hidden, nor was there any need to. "Last night before I went to sleep, I focused on sensing the quasi-god level within my body and sensed something different."
The God of Destruction did not interrupt, but stood quietly in place, his purple-gold eyes fixed on him, waiting for him to continue. The cold aura around him unconsciously softened a little.
"That quasi-godhood is not simply a condensation of life or destruction power, but forged from the more primordial power of Yin and Yang." Zi Lingtian raised his eyes, his tone calm yet clear, and said word by word, "The laws of Yin and Yang transcend life and destruction, and can harmonize all opposing forces in the world. Under its influence, the Ancient Tree of Life and the Scepter of Destruction within me have completed a martial soul evolution."
Upon hearing the words "Yin-Yang Power," the God of Destruction's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had clearly heard of this supreme law, but had never delved into it. He remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice: "Evolution?"
Zi Lingtian offered no further explanation. He slowly extended his right hand, palm facing upwards. With a thought, two beams of light, one emerald green and the other purplish-gold, simultaneously emerged from his palm. One was warm, the other cold; one was alive, the other dead, yet they showed no repulsion. The two beams of light slowly rotated in his palm, gradually intertwining to form a miniature Tai Chi diagram. The black and white colors were enveloped in a green-gold halo, and finally, they slowly merged, transforming into a pure, flawless white pillar of light, devoid of any malevolence or life force, quietly suspended in his palm.
Gazing at the peculiar white pillar of light and sensing the vast aura within it that transcended life and destruction, the God of Destruction's pupils suddenly contracted, and the usually indifferent God-King's face finally revealed an undisguised shock.
"Life and destruction... have merged?" He stepped forward, his voice unusually solemn and incredulous.
"It's only a preliminary harmonization, far from a true fusion." Zi Lingtian slowly withdrew the light from his palm and said truthfully, without any exaggeration. "But as long as we continue to cultivate along this path, one day we will be able to completely fuse the two martial souls and unleash a martial soul fusion technique that is unique to me."
The God of Destruction fell silent again, remaining speechless for a long time.
He looked at his six-year-old son with a complex expression, his heart churning with unsettling emotions. He had never imagined that the power within his child would evolve in such an incomprehensible way. The supreme law of Yin and Yang, which even he had never comprehended, had taken root and sprouted within his son, completely shattering the inherent rules of life and destruction being opposites.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice still deep but now tinged with seriousness: "What will this Martial Soul Fusion Skill ultimately be?"
Zi Lingtian raised his eyes and looked directly into his father's deep purple-gold eyes without flinching. His tone was firm, and each word echoed clearly in the quiet room: "Life and destruction, when they merge to their ultimate extremes, is creation."
The God of Destruction's face remained covered by an unyielding layer of ice, his brows and eyes unmoved, only the fingertips hanging at his sides trembled slightly for a moment. For this god-king who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and long since become indifferent to the vicissitudes of the divine realm, this barely perceptible movement was already the ultimate reaction that stirred up a storm in his heart.
Creation.
That is a supreme realm that even the most powerful gods, with all their cultivation, could not touch even a fraction of. Even those who stand at the pinnacle of the divine realm merely operate within the framework of maintaining the existing world order. To create a world with one's own hands is an unparalleled miracle of another dimension, an ultimate power that even aspiring to it would be considered presumptuous.
"Continue." The God of Destruction's voice remained deep, lacking the usual coldness of metal striking stone, but carrying a barely audible expectation. It still sounded steady, but had completely shed its aloofness.
Zi Lingtian took a deep breath, suppressing the slight turmoil in his heart, and said in a calm but serious tone: "Besides the evolution of my martial soul, my form has also completely changed. My basic form and destruction form have completely merged, and now even if I summon the Staff of Destruction, my physical form will not change at all. As for my life form..."
He paused slightly as a soft, emerald-green light rippled around him.
A green light slowly enveloped her, and her shoulder-length purple hair grew rapidly, reaching her waist. The ends of her hair unfurled in layers of vibrant green, as if the spring mountain mist had been infused into her strands. Her cold, stern features gradually softened, her strong jawline became gentle and warm, and her figure transformed from a slender child into a delicate and graceful young woman. But this time, her face bore no trace of the Goddess of Life; it was entirely her own, with the added charm and elegance of a young girl—the true form of Zi Lingtian's daughter.
The God of Destruction gazed at the child who had transformed into a young girl, and a crack finally appeared in his icy expression. There was no outward shock or loss of composure, only a surge of heartache, relief, and unspeakable tenderness welling up in his eyes, which he quickly suppressed. His gaze lingered on the familiar yet new little face, as if he could see through it every step of the child's growth from infancy. In his deep gaze, there was an unprecedented tenderness.
"Your face..." he began slowly, his voice unconsciously softening, completely shedding the majesty of a god-king, leaving only the gentleness of a father, a subtle warmth permeating his words, "It no longer resembles your mother's."
"Hmm." Zi Lingtian nodded gently, her voice now clear and melodious like a young girl's, like a mountain spring flowing over jade, crisp and clean. "It's because of the harmony of Yin and Yang forces that both forms have shed the imitation of my parents and returned to my original self."
The God of Destruction remained silent for a moment, looking at the clear-eyed child before him. The ice in his eyes melted away, and he nodded solemnly. He didn't ask for the reason, nor did he have any doubts or worries, nor did he show the slightest dissatisfaction. As a father, he unconditionally believed in the certainty and determination in his son's eyes.
"Does your mother know about this?" he asked softly, his tone revealing genuine concern.
"I haven't had a chance yet. I was planning to tell my mother today." Zi Lingtian looked up at him, her eyes frank and straightforward.
The God of Destruction nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the palace door, his wide robes brushing the ground without making a sound. But when his hand touched the cold doorknob, he suddenly stopped, without turning back, his voice filled with undisguised approval and tenderness: "The power of Yin and Yang is a divinely granted opportunity. I am very pleased to have such a blessing. From now on, focus on your cultivation and progress steadily; there is no need to rush."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened gently, and he walked out of the palace. His usually cold and aloof back now showed a hint of the ease and relaxation of a father.
Zi Lingtian gazed at that retreating figure, a subtle smile creeping onto her lips. This father was always sparing with words, never adept at expressing tenderness; his emotions were hidden deeper than an abyss. A simple "I'm very pleased" was the highest praise he could offer. It should be known that this extremely strict God-King would at most rate his generals as "acceptable" or "barely passable," rarely even offering a "good." These words were tantamount to an undisguised "exceptionally talented" assessment.
He smiled and withdrew the power of the Tree of Life. The emerald light around him dissipated, and his figure returned to that of a child. He smoothed the fine wrinkles on his robes and then pushed open the door to walk towards the dining room.