Heavenly Soul Empire, Heaven Dou City.
This was the Douluo Continent ten thousand years later.
The prosperity of the past no longer existed.
After the Heaven Dou Empire was split into the Heavenly Soul Empire and the Dou Ling Empire, this place remained the capital.
To the south of the city stood what had once been the number one sect on the continent—the Tang Sect.
"Feng'er, don't be nervous."
"Stand in the center of the Awakening Stone and carefully sense your Martial Soul."
The current Sect Master of the Tang Sect spoke gently.
Tang Kun raised his right hand, and a Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm. Beneath his feet, five soul rings slowly rose—two yellow, two purple, and one black.
Ever since Tang San became a god ten thousand years ago,
the Tang Sect had followed a single unchanging tradition—
Every Sect Master possessed the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
"Brother, you can do it!"
"You'll definitely be stronger than your sister!"
Nine-year-old Tang Ya clenched her fists tightly, her face full of encouragement.
Her awakened Martial Soul was also Blue Silver Grass, but her innate soul power was only level five.
After three years of cultivation, her soul power had only just barely reached level ten.
Once Tang Feng completed his Martial Soul Awakening, Tang Kun and his wife planned to take both siblings to the Hunting Soul Forest to help Tang Ya obtain her first soul ring.
"I don't want Blue Silver Grass!"
Tang Feng roared inwardly.
As a transmigrator, he knew all too well how trash the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was.
The founder of the Tang Sect, Tang San, never truly had ordinary Blue Silver Grass—
His Martial Soul was Blue Silver Emperor.
"Another Blue Silver Grass…"
Tang Kun sighed softly.
Tang Feng's Martial Soul looked utterly ordinary.
All he could hope for now was that his innate soul power would be higher than Tang Ya's, so that he might one day inherit the position of Sect Master.
"Damn it!"
Tang Feng almost cursed out loud.
Could it be that, like Tang Ya, he also had some kind of mutated dark Blue Silver Grass?
If that were the case, he might as well defect to the Holy Spirit Cult, cultivate Dark Blue Silver Grass, and become a super villain.
Good heavens—others transmigrate and get cheat abilities right away.
Did anyone know how he had survived six whole years without anything?
"Xiao Feng, come test your innate soul power."
Tang Kun took out a crystal ball.
Completely numb, Tang Feng placed his palm on it.
Suddenly—
A dazzling burst of light exploded within the crystal ball.
"Full innate soul power?!"
"My son Tang Feng has the potential of a Titled Douluo!"
Tang Kun burst into laughter.
The Blue Silver Grass in Tang Feng's hand looked similar to ordinary Blue Silver Grass—
Yet it was clearly different.
It was blue-green, unlike Tang Ya's pale blue.
Around it lingered an intense life aura, actively absorbing the life essence drifting through the air.
[Congratulations to the host for transmigrating to the Douluo Continent.]
[You have received a gift from Earth Mother: One Realm, One Trait.]
[One Realm, One Trait: Each time the host advances by 10 levels and obtains a soul ring, you may randomly draw one Concept-Level Golden Trait.]
[Newcomer bonus trait being drawn…]
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Ultimate Healing.]
[Ultimate Healing: As long as the host retains even a trace of soul power, all injuries of the target can be healed—ignoring all rules and restrictions.]
"Hiss—"
Tang Feng sucked in a sharp breath.
Earth Mother was truly incredible—starting him off with a Concept-Level Golden Trait.
Just the newcomer bonus alone left him stunned.
Concept-level healing right from the start.
In other words—
As long as he wished to heal, he could ignore levels entirely, revive the dying, and regenerate flesh from bone.
Even the wounds left on the Silver Dragon King by the First Generation Asura God could be healed without issue.
Whoosh—
At that moment—
A towering green pillar of light, brimming with vitality, descended from the heavens.
Whether it was Dragon God Douluo Mu En at Shrek Academy,
or Beast God Di Tian deep within the Star Dou Great Forest—
All of them sensed this brilliant green radiance.
Even the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena, who was recovering from her injuries, was startled awake and opened her eyes to glance in its direction.
Yet within the Tang Sect—
Tang Feng's parents and sister, standing right beside him, noticed nothing at all.
The green pillar pierced through heaven and earth, overflowing with life energy.
Tang Feng's Blue Silver Grass began to breathe, devouring it.
Moments later, Tang Feng felt the world spin—
And his consciousness entered a strange realm.
At the center of this world stood a towering ancient tree, so vast its edges could not be seen.
"Child, you have arrived."
Beneath the ancient tree stood a peerless woman.
She wore a water-green gown, her entire being overflowing with life energy.
A gentle smile never left her face.
A faint golden glow shrouded her body—
the unmistakable aura of boundless vitality.
She was unforgettable, and instinctively comforting.
"Are you… a god?"
Tang Feng ventured boldly.
He had just awakened a Concept-Level Golden Trait—
Had he summoned the Goddess of Life herself?
In the entire God Realm, only the Goddess of Life often stood beneath the Life Ancient Tree.
Perhaps that tree—resembling a World Tree—was her true form.
"I am the Goddess of Life."
"Child, you are destined for life.
Are you willing to become my sole disciple?"
The Goddess of Life was very fond of the clever boy before her.
From Tang Feng's Martial Soul, she saw the future possibility of assimilating the Origin of Destruction.
In other words—
The mutually exclusive Laws of Life and Destruction might one day merge within him.
"Disciple Tang Feng greets his teacher!"
Tang Feng immediately performed a disciple's salute.
Although he possessed Earth Mother's supreme fortune—
One Realm, One Trait—
He still needed protection to grow under Tang God King's watchful eyes.
The Douluo Continent was practically the Tang God King's backyard.
The Tang Sect had been personally founded by Tang San himself.
If Tang Feng interfered with Tang God King's ten-thousand-year plan,
death would be the least of his worries.
At this moment, having both the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction as backing was absolutely crucial.
"Xiao Feng, I shall bestow upon you the Nine Trials of Life,
as well as a strand of your master's master's Origin of Destruction."
"On the Douluo Continent, attempt to fuse the origins of Life and Destruction."
"If you succeed, your master's master will grant you a supreme fortune."
The Goddess of Life gently patted Tang Feng's head.
With a wave of her hand, she sent his soul back to the Douluo Continent.
Everything around him remained unchanged.
Only a faint mark appeared on Tang Feng's forehead—
The Nine Trials of Life had begun.
[First Trial of Life: Before the age of twenty, cultivate to the rank of Soul Emperor.]
"Excuse me… is anyone here?"
Three people suddenly appeared outside the door.
At the front stood a young girl with golden hair, neatly tied into a ponytail.
A gentle smile rested on her beautiful face.
Her bright azure eyes shimmered faintly with golden light—
Upon closer inspection, they felt as vast as the ocean itself.
Behind her stood two powerful female Spirit Masters,
their pressure far surpassing Tang Kun's.
"Who are you looking for in the Tang Sect?"
Tang Kun immediately stepped forward, shielding his wife and children as he stared at them warily.
"Has someone here just awakened their Martial Soul?"
"This old woman is Medical Immortal Douluo Wang Xian'er.
I wish to meet the child who has just awakened."
The speaker was an elderly woman.
Her face was deeply wrinkled, her hair snow-white—her true age impossible to discern.
Yet Tang Kun was thunderstruck upon hearing her name.
Medical Immortal Douluo Wang Xian'er—
A Level 95 healing-type Super Douluo,
Vice Hall Master of the Star Luo Empire's Enshrinement Hall,
and recognized as the number one healing Spirit Master of the current era.
Even Elder Zhuang of Shrek Academy was her junior in seniority.
In terms of healing ability—
No one surpassed her.