In the vast and divine Douluo God Realm, a grand hall stood as a testament to the realm's majesty and authority. Its towering pillars were adorned with intricate carvings of divine symbols, and flowing blue curtains draped elegantly along the walls, giving the space an ethereal and tranquil atmosphere. The hall was filled with a calming blue glow, emanating from the furnishings and decorations, symbolizing the Sea God's domain. At the center of this majestic chamber, a man with striking blue hair sat cross-legged, his eyes closed in deep concentration. On his forehead, a trident symbol shimmered faintly, signifying his status as the Sea God King.
This blue-haired man is Tang San, a figure embodying purity and innocence—embodying the double-standard God King Shura and the Sea God.
But tonight, his calm demeanor was shattered by an intense surge of anger and suspicion.
Suddenly, Tang San's eyes snapped open, and a furious roar erupted from his lips. His voice reverberated through the hall, echoing with a mix of rage and determination.
"Who is it? Who dares intercept my ten-thousand-year plan? Who is protecting and shielding the child of destiny?" His voice was filled with a mixture of fury and suspicion, trembling with the weight of his unyielding desire to control fate.
He paused, eyes narrowing as he carefully analyzed the situation. The question gnawed at him: Isn't Huo Yuhuo the destined child? Why isn't he now? What's happening behind the scenes? Who is the favored one now? His mind raced, trying to piece together the strange turn of events. Could it be the plane consciousness? Or was it someone else entirely?
His grip tightened around his divine authority. "Whoever it is, they have a way to death," he muttered coldly. "No matter what, I will never let the child of destiny escape my grasp. As long as I find him, I will have countless ways to control him—force him into my will. No one targeted by this Sea God can truly escape from my reach."
In that moment, the figure of Tang San—calm yet formidable—became even more imposing. His determination to dominate the destiny of the child of prophecy was relentless. His mind was a whirlwind of calculations, schemes, and dark plans, all aimed at ensuring his control over the future.
Meanwhile, in the Hall of Destruction, the atmosphere was vastly different but equally tense. A man dressed in flowing purple robes stood amidst chains that shimmered with crackling purple lightning sparks. His face was calm, yet a sinister smile played on his lips as he gazed at a mysterious phantom mirror. The mirror flickered with images—scenes from different parts of the realm.
Within the mirror, Tang San's furious outburst was vividly displayed: smashing furniture and objects within the Sea God Hall, his wrath evident in every strike. Tang San's laughter echoed through the scene, a wild, heartless sound that sent chills down the spine.
But suddenly, the scenery in the phantom mirror shifted. It now revealed a peaceful, sleeping figure—Yang Tian. His small face was serene, unaware of the storm brewing around him. The Destruction God, observing him with a calculating gaze, muttered softly, almost as if speaking to himself:
"Chosen brat. Prove your worth to the continent's belief and hope. I am watching the changes you will bring to the Douluo Continent and the entire god realm." His voice was filled with a mixture of anticipation and expectation. "This child has the potential to change everything."
Several days later, the atmosphere at the Yang Manor was filled with anticipation and excitement. It was a clear day, just a week before Yang Tian's sixth birthday. The main hall was bustling with activity. Duke Yang Zhen and Duchess Qian Yun sat prominently in the center, their expressions calm yet proud, as they prepared for a significant event. Opposite them, Yang Tian sat on a sofa, his small face filled with curiosity and excitement.
The air was thick with expectation. After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch forever, Yang Tian suddenly broke the calm.
"Father," he asked eagerly, breaking the silence, "what are you doing? You called us here to the main hall, but you haven't said a word for an hour. What are we waiting for?"
Duke Yang Zhen looked at his son with a gentle smile, his eyes full of warmth and pride. "Little Tian'er," he said softly, "today your grandfather is returning from the battlefield quarters. He's coming along with his disciple to witness your martial soul awakening."
Yang Tian's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. His small hands clenched into fists as he eagerly asked, "Really? I'm going to awaken my martial soul? What will it be? I can't wait to see it! Dad, I want to know!"
Yang Zhen chuckled softly, reaching out to ruffle his son's hair. "Patience, Tian'er. Your grandfather will be here soon, and he will awaken your martial soul. But before that, I think it's important for you to understand our family's history. You've always been curious about it, haven't you? You've searched through every book in the clan library."
He paused for a moment, then continued with a warm smile, "Your grandfather will tell you everything you need to know. So, wait just a little longer, and soon you'll learn all the secrets that have been passed down for generations."
Yang Tian nodded eagerly, eyes shining with anticipation. He closed his small hands into fists and sat quietly, beginning to meditate. His mind was focused on preparing himself for the future—to cultivate, to grow stronger believed he could be.