Location: Border of the Douluo Divine Realm – The Forest of Life – The Palace of Life
(Hui Mie's Point of View)
A sacred silence filled the Forest of Life, the very air humming with an ethereal energy unlike anything he had ever felt before.
The ancient trees glowed with a golden-green light, their leaves rustling in anticipation. Flowers bloomed instantly, their petals vibrating with divine power. The land itself seemed to breathe in rhythm with the imminent birth of something unprecedented.
Every living being—be it a divine beast, an immortal herb, or a god—seemed to bask in a shared sense of joy and reverence, awaiting the arrival of his child. Excitement and love filled the atmosphere.
Yet he could not share in their ease.
Hui Mie's hands trembled as he stood outside of the palace, his usual composed form betraying a rare and overwhelming helplessness.
When was the last time he felt like this?
Was it during the Great Divine War, when he single-handedly fought the berserk Dragon God, despite already being gravely injured from battling the Light and Darkness Dragon Kings—the strongest of the Dragon God's nine children? He had held the line desperately, buying time for his brother, the Asura God, to deliver the final blow.
On the other hand, was it when he first gathered the courage to propose to Sheng Ming?
Hui Mie did not know—and frankly, it did not matter. Because nothing compared to what he was feeling now.
He extended his divine consciousness toward his wife, instinctively trying to reach her—but instantly recoiled. His very existence was a paradox to life.
The slightest exposure to his destruction energy, especially in his current unstable emotional state, could harm Sheng Ming. Worse, it could kill their unborn child.
While he could not outright interact with his wife, he could still see her using his divine consciousness.
Therefore, all he could do was wait.
Inside the Deepest Chamber of the Palace of Life
Sheng Ming lay resting, her usual grace replaced by exhaustion. Sweat beaded her forehead as waves of divine energy rippled from her body.
She was glowing—literally—bathed in emerald radiance. The very essence of life surged within her, protecting her.
Outside the The Palace of Life, Hui Mie stood frozen. He was a God-King, a being feared across various realms, a force of destruction capable of annihilating entire dimensions.
Yet at this moment, he was powerless.
The longest, most agonizing minutes of his existence dragged on.
Then, suddenly—chaos.
He heard the panic in the voices of the healers. The controlled, rhythmic energy of the chamber became erratic. The emerald glow flickered, pulsing dangerously. The heartbeat of their child—slowed.
Sheng Ming's life force, weakened.
The head doctor made a swift decision—an emergency C-section. The choice was instant, but the consequences…
Hui Mie was forced to stay outside.
He wanted to protest. Break through the doors. Tear through the palace itself if it meant reaching Sheng Ming's side. However, he could not.
If he entered now, if he let even the smallest sliver of his destruction seep into the room—
He would lose them both.
Therefore, he stood there, helpless.
He stood frozen at the gates of the Palace of Life, fists clenched so tightly that the space around them fractured, distorting under the sheer force of his barely contained destruction energy. His divine consciousness surged forward, desperately trying to reach Sheng Ming, to feel her presence, to know that she was safe.
But then—
The pulse of Life within the chamber faltered.
The radiant energy of the Palace flickered. The very balance of Life and Destruction wavered.
Something was wrong.
Minutes passed like centuries.
The doors remained closed. No one came to speak to him.
His mind spiraled into a thousand possibilities, each one worse than the last. Was she…? Was the child…?
A surge of raw terror crashed through him like an unstoppable wave. He had to go in.
Now.
Without a second thought, Hui Mie moved—only to be slammed back by a barrier of divine energy.
"STOP."
The voice was sharp, commanding, and laced with desperation.
Hui Mie barely registered the impact as he was forced back several steps, his glowing red eyes narrowing in fury as his gaze snapped toward the source.
The Seven Original Sin Gods stood in his way.
His friends stood in his way.
At their forefront was Se Yu, her pink eyes burning with restrained power as she braced herself against the force of his presence.
Beside her, Ao Man stood rigid, every muscle tensed as though he were preparing for the battle of his life.
Behind them, the other Original Sin Gods—Gluttony, Envy, Sloth, and Greed—stood in an easily recognized formation, their divine power radiating in unison, their expressions tense.
They had activated the Divine Punishment Array.
A technique Hui Mie himself had once helped create—originally meant to contain the overwhelming burden of their godhood when they were still third-class gods. Yet, his disciples had turned it into something far more dangerous.
Now, it had become one of the Three Divine Punishment Arrays, an ability controlled by the center of the Divine Realm itself.
A formation so powerful that even a God-King might not be able to withstand it.
Now—it was being used against him.
"Move."
His voice came out low and dangerous.
Tan LAN's jaw clenched. "We can't."
The air trembled. The very space around them cracked under the weight of Hui Mie's aura, his barely contained destruction threatening to unravel everything in its path.
Yet—the Gods of Sin did not falter.
Ji Du took a step forward, his eyes dark with unspoken understanding. "My lord, if you step into that room now, you will destroy them."
The words hit like a blade to the chest.
Hui Mie stilled, his breathing ragged.
Tan Lan exhaled slowly, his voice softer now. "Lady Sheng Ming is weakened. The child is unstable. The presence of any destruction energy could—" He hesitated. "Could end them both."
For a moment, Hui Mie did not respond.
Then—his divine energy exploded.
The sheer force of it sent cracks through the ground, shaking the very foundation of the Forest of Life. The sky above darkened, flickering between the golden radiance of Life and the violet abyss of Destruction.
Yet strangely—his aura did not touch the Palace of Life.
The Gods of Sin braced themselves, yet not even one backed away.
Hui Mie's lips curled into a snarl. "Do you think I don't know that?" His voice was raw, edged with something dangerously close to fear.
"Do you think I would ever harm them? … If our child died in Sheng Ming's hands, she would be completely broken… I can't let that happen, no matter what."
Lan Duo exhaled his usual arrogance absent. "We know."
"Then MOVE."
"No."
For a moment three was nothing but silence between them until Hui Mie's patience snapped.
He lunged forward, his body wreathed in destruction energy—
Then—
A single sound shattered the silence.
A scream.
No—a cry.
The sound of life.
Hui Mie's entire body froze.
Before he could even process what was happening, a servant rushed out of the chamber, carrying a tiny, glowing figure.
His son.
A newborn child, wrapped in a soft golden-green light, his small form still tinged with the remnant essence of both Life and Destruction.
Hui Mie stared, unable to breathe.
His son was alive.
Another movement caught his eye. Inside the chamber, Sheng Ming stirred, her energy slowly stabilizing.
She was alive.
Cybasta stepped forward and handed the infant to him, his voice shaking with emotion.
"Both mother and child are healthy, my lord."
Hui Mie had faced countless wars. He had battled gods and monsters, wielded destruction itself as a weapon.
But nothing—nothing—had ever prepared him for this moment.
The sheer, unbearable weight of emotion crashed into him all at once.
He looked down at the tiny being in his arms—his son, Hui Xuanyan—and for the second time in his existence…
The God of Destruction felt something he rarely experienced before.
Love.
Then, finally, his lips parted—his voice raw, broken, and filled with something new.
"…My son. "
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Location: Unknown
(Unknown Point of View)
Darkness.
That was all I knew. An abyss without warmth or cold, without pain or peace. It was a void—absolute nothingness.
Yet, in that emptiness, I remembered.
The cold steel piercing my chest.
The unbearable agony that followed.
The sensation of my life unraveling, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.
The True Longinus.
A weapon meant to end gods, to erase their very existence. There was no surviving a wound from it. No reincarnation. No second chances.
And yet—
I was still here.
Floating. Drifting.
Something pulsed in the void. A distant warmth. A faint rhythm. It called to me, wrapping around me like unseen hands pulling me forward.
Was this… death?
On the other hand, something else?
No. This was not death. I had felt death before. It was different—more peaceful, more mysterious than this.
This… this was something else.
It felt more like suspended animation than true death.
Then suddenly—
Light.
Blinding. Overwhelming. It filled every part of me. It was not the cold detachment of death, nor the burning agony of the void.
It was something new.
Something welcoming.
And then—
I awoke.
A rush of overwhelming sensation flooded my senses. It was too intense, too real.
The warmth of something soft wrapped around me. A steady heartbeat thrummed in my ears, strong and soothing.
I tried to move—I could not.
I tried to breathe—I gasped.
Then it hit me.
I was small. My limbs felt weak, unformed. Even the simple act of opening my eyes felt monumental.
Nevertheless, I forced them open anyway, desperate to see, to understand.
A green light enveloped everything, pulsing with an energy I instinctively recognized.
Life.
Moreover, holding me…
A woman.
Her radiant green eyes were unlike anything I had ever seen. They gazed at me—not with fear, nor hate—but with love.
She smiled. Her voice, soft and warm, filled with an emotion I had never known before.
"My child…"
The realization struck me like lightning.
I had not merely survived.
I had been reborn.
A part of me had expected Prometheus to betray our agreement. After all, I had been his greatest toy for years.
In addition, what kind of mad god would give up its favorite plaything without resistance?
Most would have simply chosen to destroy me.
Nevertheless, this…
This was real.
The air I was breathing.
The energy I was feeling.
And Most of all—
The tearfully smiling woman before me.
This was real.
I refused to believe otherwise.
Then—pain.
A sharp, unbearable agony erupted from within me.
Two opposing energies burst forth from my body.
Green and Purple.
Life and Destruction.
The air grew heavy. My fragile body began to tear itself apart and at the same time—heal itself.
The woman's expression froze in horror.
"MY BABY!"
She lunged forward, cradling me even closer to her chest, never letting go. Her energy—radiant, warm, filled with pure vitality—began pouring into me.
For a moment, the pain eased.
However, it was not enough.
The energies clashed violently.
Life vs. Destruction.
Green vs. Purple.
The woman tried desperately to help, but she had just given birth—she was weak, drained.
In addition, I… I tried to control the chaos raging within me.
However, I was tired.
Mentally.
Spiritually.
Perhaps this was it.
Perhaps I could strike another deal with Prometheus.
All I had to do was endure his smug face for a while.
Then—I saw her.
"Please… please, my love, don't leave me…!"
The woman was crying.
Tears welled in her emerald eyes as she channeled everything she had left, surrounding me in the essence of Life itself
"Don't go… please… please, my baby…!"
She was pleading, her voice shaking with desperation.
She wanted me to live. She needed me to live.
Something inside of me—broke.
No… No, do not cry.
I do not deserve your tears. Please…
And then—
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I found myself once again before the Holy Spear.
The spear stood before me, suspended in the void of my soul, radiating an aura both divine and terrifying.
Then, it moved.
As if recognizing me, the spear began to resonate with the energy within me—the same chaotic storm of life and destruction that tore through my body.
The opposing forces inside me surged forward, as if drawn to the holy weapon.
Moreover, the spear… welcomed them.
Green and purple light spiraled into its form, sinking into the metal like rain absorbed by parched earth.
It did not reject either force.
Instead, it harmonized them.
Where my body had struggled, the spear embraced both elements, fusing them into something new, something whole.
And then—
It shattered.
No, not shattered—it transformed.
The fragments of the spear melted into light, flowing into my very being, fusing with me.
In that moment, I understood.
The spear was no longer just a weapon.
It was truly a part of me.
And in that instant, I stopped breaking apart.
I had found balance.
Moreover, as I reached out, the power surged into me—
The world was bathed in all the colors of the morning dawn.