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Chapter 27 Douluo Continent
The day of parting finally arrived as scheduled.
The central hall of the God Realm was shrouded in a solemn aura. A massive golden dome stood majestically, intricate runes of spacetime laws flowing slowly across it, their flickering light exuding an ancient majesty. At the heart of the hall stood a circular teleportation array over ten zhang in diameter, its runes outlined by the most ancient primordial laws of the God Realm. A deep blue light rippled gently like water, serene yet possessing an unshakeable power. This was the only passage connecting the God Realm and the Douluo Continent, normally opened only once every thousand years. Today, however, it was activated solely for two children, each only six years old.
Zi Lingtian stood silently before the teleportation array, his long, dark purple hair ruffled by the energy currents flowing through the hall, a few strands clinging to his smooth forehead. His deep purple eyes remained calm as he gazed at the blue-glowing array patterns before him. He wore a sharply tailored purple-gold divine robe, with a jade-green belt tied around his waist. It was woven by the Goddess of Life from the tender branches of the ancient tree of life. His fingertips traced the delicate patterns of the belt, and a faint wisp of guardian divine power quietly flowed through it—the last barrier his mother had left him.
His fingertips lightly touched the belt, and a warm current suddenly surged in his heart. He softly called out in his heart: Mother.
"Tian'er".
A gentle yet restrained voice came from behind, and Zi Lingtian slowly turned around. The Goddess of Life stood three steps away, her long emerald green hair swaying gently in the wind, her eyes already slightly red, brimming with tears of reluctance, yet she still forced a gentle smile. In the end, she didn't take another step forward. She knew better than anyone that once she got closer, her unyielding maternal love would make her desperately want to keep her child by her side, unable to let go.
The God of Destruction stood beside the Goddess of Life, his face still cold and taciturn. His purple-gold robes gleamed with a deep, chilling luster under the light of the hall. His gaze was fixed on his son, his lips pressed tightly together, he said nothing, only nodding slightly.
A simple nod contained a father's deep expectations, a god-king's solemn instructions to his descendants, and the words "take care" that were stuck in his throat and could not be uttered in the end.
Zi Lingtian bowed deeply to her parents. When she straightened up, her childish voice was clear and earnest: "Father, Mother, I will take good care of myself and will definitely return safely."
As soon as she finished speaking, the goddess of life could no longer suppress her reluctance. She quickly stepped forward, reached out and hugged the little child tightly in her arms. A gentle kiss landed on his smooth forehead. The kiss was as light as a feather, yet it was filled with all the tenderness and concern a mother could give.
"Go, my child." She slowly released her grip, took a step back, and stood beside the God of Destruction once more. Tears finally welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, but her smile remained as warm as ever. "Your mother is in the realm of the gods, waiting for you to come home."
The God of Destruction silently reached out and gently embraced his wife's trembling shoulders. His gaze remained fixed on Zi Lingtian, his thin lips moving slightly as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, he only uttered two hoarse words: "Go."
Zi Lingtian nodded emphatically, said no more, and turned to walk towards the teleportation array.
Tang Wutong was already waiting by the formation. She wore a delicate pinkish-blue gauze dress, her long pinkish-blue hair meticulously braided into a long braid that hung down her chest, the ends adorned with tiny, shimmering beads. She was charming and lively, like a budding orchid. Xiao Wu stood behind her, her eyes red from crying, tears already soaking her clothes. Tang San stood to one side with his hands behind his back, his azure eyes calm and undisturbed, a gentle smile playing on his lips, quietly watching the farewell unfold before him.
Tang San stepped forward slowly, bent down slightly, and gently cupped his daughter's face in his hands, his fingertips softly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. His voice was gentle and loving: "Little Seven, after you go down to the mortal realm, you must be a good boy and listen to Uncle Niu Tian and Uncle Titan. Focus on your cultivation. Daddy will come to see you often."
Tang Wutong blinked her big eyes hard, forcing back the reluctance in them. She nodded her head rapidly, her tone filled with a childlike stubbornness and curiosity about the new world: "Don't worry, Daddy, I won't cry! I'll definitely cultivate hard and not let you down!"
Tang San chuckled lightly, straightened up, and slowly shifted his gaze from his daughter to Zi Lingtian not far away. A subtle, unnoticed meaning flashed quickly through the depths of those seemingly gentle blue eyes.
He stepped forward and looked down at the six-year-old boy, his voice gentle yet solemn: "Lingtian, Wutong is still young. I entrust her to your care in Douluo Continent. You two will be companions and look after each other. Train with peace of mind."
Zi Lingtian looked up, meeting Tang San's deep eyes, a well-behaved and sensible smile on her face, her voice clear and firm: "Uncle Sea God, don't worry, I will do everything in my power to protect Wu Tong and never let her suffer the slightest grievance."
Tang San nodded in satisfaction, raised his right hand, and gently placed it on Zi Lingtian's shoulder. The force was neither too light nor too heavy, seemingly an elder's expectation and entrustment to a junior. However, the moment his palm touched her, a wisp of extremely faint, almost invisible divine consciousness silently probed into Zi Lingtian's body.
He was secretly investigating him.
Zi Lingtian's expression remained unchanged, his eyes devoid of any emotion. The Yin-Yang power hidden within him had long been compressed deep within his dantian, the illusory image of the Tai Chi diagram vanished without a trace, and only pure life and destruction power flowed around his body, clean and flawless. Under Tang San's divine sense probing, he was merely a peerless genius with twin super-god-level martial souls and innate level 30 soul power—powerful, yet transparent, without any unexpected secrets.
Tang San's divine sense quickly swept through his body, finding nothing amiss, before he withdrew it without a sound. His smile grew even gentler, and he patted the man's shoulder lightly before turning and walking toward the God of Good and the God of Evil.
Zi Lingtian slowly lowered her eyes, concealing the fleeting coldness in them, and secretly sneered in her heart.
Go ahead and investigate. You think you can pry into the secrets of a time traveler like me? That's wishful thinking.
Before long, the God of Kindness and the God of Evil stepped forward, gently instructing the two children. The God of Kindness's expression was benevolent, his words full of concern; the God of Evil, though his tone was cold, harbored a barely perceptible worry in his eyes. After the several God-Kings had bid farewell, the remaining deities in the hall also came forward one after another. The divine realm had few offspring to begin with, and Zi Lingtian and Tang Wutong were children raised under the watchful eyes of countless deities. Their departure filled the entire hall with a faint sense of melancholy.
The farewell lasted for nearly half an hour.
Zi Lingtian stood by the teleportation array, patiently greeting each deity who came to say goodbye. Her obedient smile never faded, but her gaze would occasionally and subtly sweep towards Tang San on the outside of the crowd. At this moment, Tang San was talking quietly with the God of Destruction, but his gaze would always inadvertently sweep over the teleportation array, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
He was waiting, waiting for the moment the teleportation would begin.
Zi Lingtian knew better than anyone that in the original story, when Tang Wutong descended to the mortal realm, Tang San secretly tampered with her soul—it was split into three parts: one strand became Wang Dong'er, another merged with the soul of the Emperor Beast to become Wang Qiu'er, and the last strand, along with some of her memories, was completely sealed away. All this elaborate scheme was to ensure that Tang Wutong descended to Douluo Continent as "Wang Dong," step by step entering his carefully laid plan, meeting and falling in love with Huo Yuhao, becoming the most crucial pawn in his game.
Now, he himself has been drawn into this game.
He couldn't be sure if Tang San would harm him, but he had only one thought in his mind: he had to protect Tang Wutong. It had nothing to do with romance; it was simply because she was the playmate who ran to the Temple of Destruction every day, causing trouble with him, playing around with him, and being chased all over the divine realm by the priests—his true friend. He absolutely couldn't stand by and watch Tang San turn that vibrant and lively little devil into a pawn to be manipulated.
As the crowd gradually dispersed, the first-level deity who governs the laws of space and time slowly stepped forward and spoke to the two children in a deep voice: "The teleportation is about to begin. Please step into the center of the teleportation array, close your eyes, and do not resist the power of the laws."
Zi Lingtian glanced at Tang Wutong beside him, gently took her hand, and the two walked side by side toward the center of the teleportation array.