Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

The boy's figure was exceptionally clear in the light screen; his eyes were so bright that they reminded the God of Destruction of himself from long ago.

At that time, he was not yet the God of Destruction, but just a minor deity who was unwilling to be subordinate to humans or bound by rules.

He fought his way up, carving a bloody path, and eventually became a god-king.

He knew that the boy, like him, refused to accept his fate.

"The God of Asura has his pawns, and I too will have my pawns." The God of Destruction's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable majesty. "I have my eye on that Qian Gu Ling Feng."

His martial soul is the Dark Holy Dragon, which resonates with the power of destruction.

He has a solid foundation, a firm will, and extremely high talent.

More importantly, he refused to accept his fate.

The goddess of life looked at him with a complex expression.

"You want him to inherit your divine position?"

The God of Destruction shook his head.

"It's not inheritance, it's competition."

The destruction of the nine tests is not a gift, but a trial.

Only those who pass the test are qualified to receive my power.

If you fail, you die.

The goddess of life fell silent.

She knew the difficulty of the Nine Trials of Destruction; they were nine trials set by the God of Destruction for his successors, each a test of life and death.

Historically, three exceptionally talented geniuses underwent the Nine Trials of Destruction. The one who went the furthest only reached the fifth trial before his soul was scattered.

No one has passed the Nine Trials of Destruction, and no one can bear the legacy of the God of Destruction.

"Are you sure he can make it to the end?" the goddess of life asked.

The God of Destruction did not answer.

He simply stared at the boy in the light screen, a hint of anticipation flashing in his purple eyes.

"have no idea.

But I want to see how far he can go.

He raised his right hand, and a purple light appeared in his palm.

That light contained the primal power of destruction, a power at the level of a god-king, enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, and enough to reshape all things.

"The first of the nine trials of destruction." The voice of the God of Destruction echoed in the palace. Purple light began to condense, transforming into a purple token. Ancient runes were engraved on the token, each rune radiating a terrifying aura of destruction.

"The first test is—" The God of Destruction paused, a cruel glint flashing in his purple eyes, "In the Domain of Destruction, you must single-handedly slay a 500,000-year-old soul beast phantom formed from the power of destruction."

You may not use any soul bone skills or any divine artifacts; you may only use your own martial soul and soul skills.

At the same time, we must endure the continuous erosion of this destructive power for thirty days.

The goddess of life's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Domain of Destruction is the divine domain of the God of Destruction. It is a space composed of pure destructive power, devoid of life, light, and the concept of time.

There, everything will be corrupted by the power of destruction, including the soul.

Let alone a human, even a first-level god wouldn't dare stay in the Domain of Destruction for too long.

The God of Destruction actually demanded that a thirteen-year-old human boy stay in the Domain of Destruction for thirty days and kill the phantom of a five-hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast.

"Are you insane?" The Goddess of Life's voice carried a hint of anger. "He's only thirteen years old. How can he withstand the erosion of the Domain of Destruction?"

The God of Destruction looked at her, his gaze calm.

"My legacy is not for cowards."

If he can't even pass this test, he's not worthy of undergoing my nine trials.

He raised his hand and pushed the purple token out of his palm. The token transformed into a stream of light, passing through the barrier of the divine realm and flying towards the lower realm.

The Goddess of Life watched the streak of light disappear into the horizon, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered, "He will die."

The God of Destruction did not answer.

He simply looked down towards the lower realm, a hint of worry flashing in his purple eyes that he himself didn't even realize.

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Ling Feng stood before the angel statue, preparing to leave.

His eighth spirit ring has been stabilized, and he is at the peak of level 84. He needs to go back to cultivate and strive to break through to level 85 as soon as possible.

Gu Yuena's words were still echoing in his mind: "The power of the Dark Dragon God is for protection, not destruction."

He clenched his fist. The words "protect" and "destroy" were like two paths laid out before him, and he didn't know which one to choose.

Suddenly, he sensed a power.

The power came from the sky, vast and violent, like a celestial calamity, like the end of the world, like the first sigh at the destruction of the world.

The candlelight in the offering hall was trembling violently, the flames pressed almost against the candlesticks.

The angel statue swayed slightly, as if it too were submitting to that power.

Qian Daoliu suddenly stood up, his cloudy old eyes flashing with two sharp lights.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood up from his chair, his golden vertical pupils filled with shock.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Purple light descended from the sky, passing through the dome of the worship hall and landing in front of Ling Feng.

Within that light was a token, entirely purple, with an ancient rune engraved on it—Destruction.

The token floated in mid-air and slowly rotated. With each rotation, a purple ripple spread out, enveloping the entire hall.

Wherever those ripples passed, the defensive runes on the walls flickered wildly, and some of them even developed cracks.

Ling Feng knelt on one knee, holding the Panlong Staff horizontally in front of him, and the Guixin Sword stuck in the ground beside him.

He didn't speak, but his heart was racing.

He knew that this was the power of God, not the power of a deity like the Angel God who had fallen many years ago, but the power of a living God-King standing at the pinnacle of the divine realm.

A voice, deep and majestic, resounded from the token, echoing through the hall like an ancient thunderclap.

"Eternal Wind, I am the God of Destruction."

Chapter 171, First Test, Passed

Ling Feng lowered his head.

"This junior is here."

The voice continued, "I hereby grant you the destruction of nine trials."

By passing the nine trials, you will receive my inheritance and become the new God of Destruction.

The hall was deathly silent.

The angel statue trembled slightly in the purple light, as if it too was in shock.

Qian Daoliu's fingers trembled, Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils contracted to their limit, and Thousand Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

A titled Douluo is already the pinnacle among mortals.

Becoming a god? That's just a legend.

Now, the God of Destruction has personally descended and bestowed upon us a divine trial.

This opportunity is even more precious than the inheritance of the Angel God Qian Yuhan, because the God of Destruction is a God King, one of the five Great God Kings, and is a whole level higher than the Angel God.

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at the purple token. His gaze was calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

Why was the God of Destruction, one of the most powerful god-kings in the divine realm, chosen?

"Why me?" Ling Feng asked.

The voice remained silent for a moment.

"Because the Asura God is afraid of you."

He's afraid you'll grow up, afraid you'll disrupt his plans, afraid you'll become the next Qian Yuhan.

I dislike the God of Asura, so I'm going to make things difficult for him.

Ling Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

Asura God, Tang Hao, Tang San, Haotian Sect.

He finally understood that all of this was being manipulated by the Asura God.

Tang Hao's resurrection and Tang San's reincarnation were both orchestrated by the God of Asura.

He, Qian Gu Ling Feng, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall and the successor of the Dark Holy Dragon, was chosen by the God of Destruction and became a pawn in the game between the God of Destruction and the God of Asura.

But he refused to accept his fate.

He was unwilling to be anyone's pawn.

"This junior accepts." Ling Feng's voice was calm.

The voice from the token laughed, a laugh as loud as thunder that echoed throughout the hall.

"it is good.

The first of the nine trials of destruction—

A burst of purple light illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime.

Ling Feng's consciousness was dragged into a strange space.

There was no sky, no earth, no light, no wind, only endless purple lightning intertwining in the void, and only omnipresent destructive power corroding his soul.

His body was trembling, his soul power was draining away, and his consciousness was becoming blurred.

This is the realm of destruction.