Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

The two figures turned around at the same time and looked at him with smiles.

"You've finally made it this far. There are some things I won't hide from you anymore," the God of Destruction sighed and said with a smile.

"Actually, I do have some memories that don't belong to me. I've been paying attention to you since the day you were born," the God of Destruction said with a smile.

"The angel of prayer, that must be the greatest legacy your mother left behind. In her final moments, her prayers reached me," the God of Destruction said with a smile.

"We know nothing about Tang San's actions, only that he drew a beam of light across the Douluo Continent many years ago. However, the official explanation was that he was eliminating evil spirits," the Goddess of Life said, frowning.

"Didn't you ever have any doubts?" Xu Yanli frowned and asked softly.

“He was an enforcer, and although it was somewhat against the rules, no one suspected him at the time, after all, he was deeply favored by the old Asura God.” The Goddess of Life gently shook her head. “Although the old Asura was sometimes a bit of a rogue, he still strictly adhered to the rules of the lower realm, and we felt that the successor he chose would at least be like that.”

Chapter 185 Mother...

"I see. Alright then, but I still have a question I'd like to ask you."

Xu Yanli looked firmly at the God of Destruction, without the slightest hesitation or fear in his eyes.

He just wanted to know an answer, a question that had been weighing on his mind for a long time, a question that had existed since the first day he received the divine inheritance.

Although she initially wondered if it was the system's fault, she dismissed the idea after a moment's thought.

"What do you want to ask?" The God of Destruction raised an eyebrow, as if he had expected him to speak.

"Why do you suddenly want to pass on your divine position to me?" Xu Yanli remained silent for a long while before saying, "You should know the special nature of my soul. Anyway, in my impression, you are someone who doesn't really want to leave the divine realm, so naturally you wouldn't choose to inherit the divine position, so..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already quite clear.

It is illogical for two god-kings who do not want to leave the divine realm to suddenly pass on their divine positions to a mortal in the lower realm.

What's more, these are two divine positions, life and destruction, two fundamental laws, so easily handed over to a twenty-year-old?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

The God of Destruction looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.

There was only an indescribable complexity in that smile.

He looked at him as if he were a junior, or as if he were an old friend, with a hint of guilt hidden deep in his eyes that even he himself might not be aware of.

“Indeed, as you say, I do not want to leave the realm of gods,” the God of Destruction said, his voice a few decibels lower than usual. “But I also do not want to miss out on promising talents.”

Xu Yanli frowned slightly. This reason was too perfunctory, so perfunctory that he didn't believe a single word of it.

The God of Destruction seemed to know that he didn't believe him. He sighed, shifted his gaze from him to a certain place in the void, as if looking at a very, very distant place, at a memory from a very, very long time ago.

“What you’ve said isn’t enough.” He finally spoke, his tone more serious. “The main thing is that your mother, in the last moments before she died, passed on a memory to me, a…”

His eyes were slightly closed, and a hint of helplessness flashed across his face.

"Memories that do not belong to our time and space."

Xu Yanli's pupils suddenly contracted.

Memories that do not belong to this time and space.

what is that?

Are they memories from before her mother's time travel? Or are they fragments of the future she saw?

The God of Destruction didn't keep them in suspense and continued, his voice growing softer and softer, as if he were telling a secret he didn't want to mention.

"Both Xiao Lü and I are dead."

Xu Yanli nodded for a moment; this was indeed something that existed in the original work.

"Ha, in the end, we could have returned after ten thousand years, but Tang San gave our divine positions and core power to his son and daughter-in-law, leaving our souls with no chance to return at all." The God of Destruction gave a bitter laugh, his eyes full of self-mockery. "Actually, Xiao Lü and I are fine with all of this."

He paused, and his voice suddenly turned cold, as cold as ice shards in the dead of winter.

"At worst, we can just start over. But I didn't expect that before we even finished rebuilding, Tang San would treat the entire God Realm, everyone, as sacrifices and nourishment for his Tang family!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yanli's pupils shrank completely, instinctively turning into dragon eyes.

Is the entire pantheon treating all gods as sacrifices?

What nourishment does the Tang family need?

He knew Tang San was no good; he'd known that from the very first day he transmigrated to Douluo Continent. That so-called Sea God, the Asura God, outwardly appeared compassionate and merciful, but in reality, he treated the entire continent as his own backyard and everyone as pawns.

But he never expected that Tang San would go to such lengths.

They didn't even spare any of the gods.

It will even devour the entire circle of top-tier experts.

"Alright, I won't explain the rest." The God of Destruction waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to continue, but looked directly into Xu Yanli's eyes and said, word by word, "We need you."

“Your martial soul possesses the attribute of judgment. In addition, there are the life and destruction attributes of me and Xiao Lü.” He stretched out his fingers, counting them one by one. “As for good and evil, humans are born with them. Moreover, the bloodline in your body contains the dragon race, a dragon bloodline even stronger than that of the Dragon Prince.”

He smiled, a smile that carried a hint of relief, a hint of anticipation, and a touch of inexplicable melancholy.

"Your future is limitless. It's like you have the mind of a human god and the terrifying physical strength of a dragon."

The goddess of life stood to the side, silent until now, when she smiled gently, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze across a lake, yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"Alright, remember the upcoming test." She looked at Xu Yanli with gentle yet earnest eyes, as if looking at her own child. "Be neither sad nor happy. No matter what you see, just stay true to yourself."

Xu Yanli opened his mouth, wanting to ask something more, but before he could speak, everything in front of him began to distort.

The figure of the god of destruction faded, and the figure of the goddess of life also faded. The entire temple was like a painting being submerged in water. All the colors, light, and sound were rapidly fading away, turning into a chaotic gray-white.

The next moment, he felt dizzy, as if he were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand and dragged from one space to another.

When his vision cleared again, he was standing next to an altar.

The altar was small, only a few feet in circumference, and was entirely black. It was made of an unknown material, neither stone nor metal, but rather as if a piece of the night sky had been cut out and laid out at one's feet.

There were no walls, no roof, and not even a sky around the altar.

There was only endless emptiness, gray and hazy, indistinguishable from up, down, left, right, far, near, and deep.

Xu Yanli stood in the center of the altar, his feet on the cold black ground, feeling the chill spreading from the soles of his feet, yet he felt surprisingly calm.

Neither sad nor happy.

Stay true to yourself.

He silently recited the words of the goddess of life, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

The next moment, a sharp pain exploded from deep within my eye socket.

It wasn't the pain of flesh being torn apart; it was an excruciating pain that spread from the depths of the soul.

It felt like something was desperately trying to burrow out, trying to tear his eyeballs out of their sockets.

Xu Yanli groaned, his hands clenched into fists so tightly they cracked, his nails digging into his flesh and drawing blood, but he was completely unaware of it.

pain.

That fucking hurts.

It hurts more than when I was struck by lightning in the Secret Realm, and it hurts more than when I was mentally pierced by the Evil Eye Tyrant.

This is not just physical pain, but also spiritual pain; it's like tearing a hole in his soul and forcibly pulling something out.

That external soul bone, the eye soul bone formed from the origin of the Evil Eye Tyrant, is being peeled away from the depths of his soul.

Chapter 186 Death in a Previous Life

Then, from ordinary things, they are refined into divine things.

The excruciating pain lasted for an unknown amount of time, or perhaps only for a moment, but Xu Yanli could no longer tell.

All he knew was that he couldn't faint, couldn't back down, and couldn't run away.

Neither sad nor happy.

Stay true to yourself.

Despite the excruciating pain, he desperately clung to a sliver of clarity in his mind, refusing to let his consciousness dissipate or his spirit be overwhelmed.

Finally, the excruciating pain slowly subsided, receding little by little like the receding tide.

Xu Yanli was panting heavily, his whole body was soaked with cold sweat as if he had been pulled out of the water.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The world before my eyes has changed.

It's not that it's become clearer, it's that it's become different.

He could see the dust floating in the air, the fine patterns on the surface of the black stone altar, and the faint points of light in the far distance of the void.

This is not an extension of vision, but a sublimation of perception, a transformation of the soul.

It seems that the process of stripping away his soul had an effect on him.

That eye-shaped soul bone is no longer a soul bone.

It transformed into a ball of chaotic light, hovering in front of his brow, slowly rotating. The light was small, only about the size of an infant's fist, but the power it contained was more terrifying than the entire cultivation of the Evil Eye Tyrant.

That is the power of God.

That is the Eye of Judgment, a divine instrument formed from the fusion of destruction and life, capable of seeing through all falsehood and judging all evil.

Xu Yanli raised his hand and gently touched the chaotic light with his fingertips.

In that instant, an image suddenly flashed into his mind.

It is not a memory, not an illusion, but a real memory etched deep in the soul.

Memories of a past life.

He saw himself.

My past self.

In his early twenties, wearing a faded plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses, he was as thin as a bamboo pole. He sat at his desk in his university dormitory, an open calculus textbook in front of him, a pen in his hand, but not a single word written.

He was lost in thought.

Staring blankly at the sycamore tree outside the window, sunlight filtered through the leaves and danced on the table, but he was thinking about what to eat at the cafeteria that night.