Location: Border of the Douluo Divine Realm – The Forest of Life – The Palace of Life
(Hui Xuanyan's POV)
I sat cross-legged in the heart of the Forest of Life, surrounded by blooming flowers and resting upon a lush carpet of immortal herbs.
The shade of a great ancient oak sheltered me, its canopy letting rays of morning sunlight flicker through, casting golden patterns across my white robes. A breeze drifted by, carrying the scent of dew and sunlight, rustling my hair as dandelion seeds danced around me.
Today marked my sixth year since being reborn into this world. Whatever lingering doubts I once had—that all of this was some twisted delusion from Prometheus—had been completely dispelled.
Once, I was Adam Nelson. Now, I was Hui Xuanyan, son of the God of Destruction, Hui Mie, and the Goddess of Life, Sheng Ming. Born of two extremes, I now lived within this strange and wondrous divine realm.
The energy here—raw, potent, and ancient—brushed against my skin like unseen hands. A mortal born of a normal world would have perished in seconds from the overwhelming vitality. However, for me? It was as natural as air—another gift from my mother.
I inhaled deeply, drawing in the essence of life. It flowed through my lungs like sunlight, spreading warmth throughout my torso, then limbs, before settling into my dantian, where a vortex of vibrant green energy awaited—greedy and alive.
Once saturated, the green life vortex transferred the excess to another vortex, this one a deep, shimmering violet—the embodiment of destruction and a gift from my father.
Both energies remained separated by a golden barrier, the perfect harmony between my parents' legacies.
My father once told me my body was unique. It possessed a perfect affinity with life energy—just like my mother. While others struggled in dense life-energy environments, I flourished. I could passively absorb the forest's energy, converting it into soul power and even bloodline strength. My very growth, both physical and spiritual, accelerated just by existing here.
With each breath, I expelled thin wisps of haze—the impurities within my body, burned away by the purple vortex of destruction. The sensation was refreshing, as if my soul was being reborn with every cycle.
Despite its divine nature, this world's structure was not too dissimilar from Earth. Days spanned roughly twenty-four hours, with a year counting three hundred and sixty-five of them. Months were strange to track, but manageable.
The language bore a strong resemblance to Chinese syntax, so communication had not been too difficult. Thanks to my memories and a few... "Perks," adapting here was almost natural.
Technology, while different, often rivaled or even surpassed that of Earth—especially within the Divine Realm, influenced by the gods and countless subordinate worlds under its jurisdiction.
I took another deep breath. This time, I did not merely absorb—I listened.
The rustling of leaves. The hum of wind. The subtle rhythm of the earth beneath me. All of it carried meaning. A voice. A presence.
Then, I felt it.
A vast, ancient consciousness stirred—silent, deep, and unknowably old. It wasn't just energy.
It was alive.
The shape of a spear flickered into my mind's eye. Watching. Waiting.
Then came the whisper—not sound, but a feeling that cut through my soul:
"̵̧͆W̸͖̍h̵̄ͅõ̷̺ ̷̬́ȃ̸̪r̸̳̅ė̷̬ ̷̼́ÿ̸́ͅo̷̮̊u̸͎͑?̵̩́"̸̢̂
My breath caught. It wasn't words, not truly. Nevertheless, understanding passed between us. It wanted to know me.
"I... am Hui Xuanyan," I whispered.
Silence. The presence neither rejected me nor embraced me. It simply... watched.
Suddenly, the forest shifted. Trees stretched endlessly, glowing golden. The air pulsed—not with life, but with something more. Something ancient.
Creation.
My consciousness expanded. I could feel the trees breathing, the rivers murmuring, the grass whispering ancient secrets. I was not just in the forest. I was part of it.
A bond formed—with the spear.
Moreover, in that moment, I understood. Life was not simply growth. It was balance. Light and shadow. Renewal and decay. Creation and destruction.
Moreover, I... was both.
Then—
SMACK!
A hand collided sharply with the back of my head. My eyes flew open as I jerked forward, the golden aura around me vanishing like mist under sunlight.
The spiritual hum of the forest fell silent.
I blinked, dazed—and turned.
There stood my father, Hui Mie, arms crossed, a bemused smirk tugging at his lips.
"Did you fall asleep or achieve enlightenment?" he asked dryly. "Either way, you looked ridiculous sitting there like a boulder."
I scowled, rubbing the sore spot. "You didn't have to hit me that hard."
"You weren't waking up."
I groaned. "Next time, I'm locking my door and meditating indoors."
He smirked. "Good luck. I'll just knock louder."
Despite myself, I smiled. Some things, it seemed, never changed.
We walked together beneath the golden canopies, the sunlight filtering through in shifting patterns. The divine energy pulsed faintly through the soil, harmonizing with each step we took.
"You know," my father began, breaking the silence, "your mother's arranged quite the celebration tonight. Hard to believe it's been six years already."
"Yeah," I muttered. "She's even invited Lady Xiao Wu..."
His lips curved into a knowing grin. "And that means Tang Wutong will be there."
I frowned. "Don't remind me."
"Aren't you two childhood friends?"
I snorted. "Not by choice."
"Harsh." He chuckled. "You've known each other since infancy."
"Doesn't mean I like her."
Tang Wutong—she was six months older than me, and those six months meant she awakened her Martial Souls first: the Bright Goddess Butterfly and the Clear Sky Hammer. With her lineage and her father influence behind her, she was hailed as a prodigy. Pampered. Entitled.
She was not cruel—but she was... exhausting.
I could already picture her arriving tonight, acting as if she owned the place, and probably demanding a spar.
In addition, that was without mentioning the underlying tension between our families. My mother and Lady Xiao Wu did their best to keep things cordial, but beneath the smiles, my father and Tang San were always one breath away from open conflict.
My father—the oldest and most experienced of the five Great God Kings—was ambitious. While Ji Dong the god of evil and Lie Yan the goddess of kindness were powerful, they lacked the Ultra Divine Tools of their predecessors.
Only Tang San, as the Asura God, possessed a ultra-divine artifact—the Asura Sword—strong enough to rival my father.
A clash between them seemed inevitable.
"You really don't like her, huh?" my father said again, pulling Qme from my thoughts.
"She's... difficult," I repeated.
He laughed. "And yet, you'll be stuck with her tonight."
I sighed heavily.
Tonight was going to be long.
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That Evening – The Palace of Life
The Palace of Life stood like a dream sculpted from nature itself—massive, ancient, and breathtaking. Vines of immortal flowers weaved through white marble columns that glowed softly with embedded life energy. The golden dome above reflected the setting sun, casting a warm brilliance over the divine realm.
The grand hall was alive with music and laughter. Immortal spirits, divine servants, and even a few minor deities bustled about, each contributing to the grandeur of the event. Tonight was no ordinary birthday—it was a celebration of legacy, lineage, and potential.
I stood near the edge of the main hall, dressed in ceremonial robes of deep green and silver, a gold clasp at my shoulder in the shape of a blooming flower entwined with a spiral lance. My hair was neatly combed back.
"Try not to glare at everyone," my mother's voice whispered gently beside me.
I turned to see her approaching—Sheng Ming, the Goddess of Life, glowing like starlight wrapped in skin. Her long brown hair much like my own trailed behind her, sparkling like flowing jade, and her smile carried enough warmth to calm a hurricane.
Sheng Ming.
A name that once would have meant nothing to me. Now, she was everything. She was warmth, the steady heartbeat that had welcomed me into this world. She was the gentle voice that soothed me when my body threatened to tear itself apart.
Because I was not normal.
The energies of Life and Destruction raged within me from the moment I took my first breath. , the twin forces that made up the foundation of creation itself.
They fought within me, always.
If I were not careful, I would wither the flowers I touched with a mere thought—or cause new ones to bloom in their place with a second.
I was barely a week old when my crib turned to dust beneath me, crumbling away as though it had aged a thousand years in an instant.
I remember my mother's face that night.
Not with fear. Never fear.
However, concern. Worry. Pain.
She held me close, whispering soft reassurances as her energy washed over me, keeping the chaos in check.
I did not deserve her kindness.
I had never deserved kindness.
Yet, she gave it freely
"I'm not glaring," I mumbled.
"You look like you want to stab the cake," she teased, brushing a hand over my shoulder.
"I don't like parties."
She raised a brow. "Is that what you'll tell Xiao Wutong when she arrives?"
I did not answer.
Instead, I looked across the room where my father was already speaking with Tang San, the Asura God. Even from this distance, I could feel the crackling tension between them like lightning waiting to strike.
Though both wore polite smiles, their eyes remained locked, and their divine auras were tightly leashed. Just enough to be courteous. Just enough to remind everyone they could erase each other with a thought.
"Maybe they'll just kill each other and save us the trouble," I muttered.
Sheng Ming smothered a laugh behind her hand. "Be nice."
Then it happened.
The hall's entrance shimmered with light as Lady Xiao Wu stepped through, radiant in rose-colored divine robes that fluttered like petals. She was as beautiful as legends claimed—graceful, poised, and ageless. Her eyes scanned the room, warm and welcoming.
Nevertheless, all of that was overshadowed by the energetic figure beside her.
Tang Wutong.
Draped in elegant sky-blue robes with butterfly motifs embroidered in gold, she entered with the same confident stride I remembered all too well. Her long lilac hair flowed like a river of silk, and her violet eyes sparkled with intelligence—and mischief.
I turned toward the nearest table, pretending to be interested in a tray of spirit-fruit.
"Don't sulk," Sheng Ming murmured, elbowing me gently. "She's gowning up beautifully."
"I noticed," I grumbled. "Unfortunately."
Too late.
"Xuanyan~!"
Her voice rang out like a bell—loud, clear, and unmistakably annoying.
I braced myself, straightening up and turning just as she reached me.
"Happy birthday!" she beamed, holding out a small wrapped box. "Don't say I never give you anything."
I hesitated before taking it. "…Thanks."
She leaned in slightly, smirking. "You're still stiff as a tree. Did you even smile today?"
"Did you even learn manners this year?" I retorted.
Her eyes sparkled. "You're still mad I beat you last time."
"You didn't beat me," I said flatly. "You cheated. You threw sand in my face."
"That's called environmental awareness as my dad call it," she said sweetly. "And I still won."
I rolled my eyes.
She grinned wider. "Want to go again? We can clear out a platform outside—"
"Absolutely not," Sheng Ming said behind me, still smiling. "Not before cake."
Tang Wutong's eyes widened slightly. "Aunt Sheng Ming! You look stunning, as always."
"And you look trouble, as always," my mother said, ruffling her hair gently. "Go say hi to your uncle Hui Mie before he thinks you're ignoring him."
Wutong made a face. "He scares me."
"Good," I muttered under my breath.
She heard me.
"Oh, I'm so sparring with you later," she declared, already walking away.
"Looking forward to it," I called, already regretting everything.
My mother chuckled beside me. "You two are adorable."
"We're a disaster."
"Disasters make good stories," lady xiao wu said with a mysterious smile as she quickly approached her daughter.
"Lady Xiao Wu," I greeted with a respectful nod, smiling.
Big mistake.
Her eye twitched. "Lady... Xiao Wu?"
I blinked. "Was that not polite—?"
Before I could react, her fingers latched onto my cheek and gave it a merciless pinch.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! What did I do?"
"You little rascal!" she scolded, voice high-pitched with outrage. "Lady Xiao Wu? Did you hit your head during cultivation or are you trying to make me feel old on purpose!"
"I—I was being respectful—!" I tried to pull away, but she had that big-sister strength fueled by years of indignation.
"Respectful? Respectful?! I changed your diapers, Xuanyan! Diapers! I held you while you were still burping bubbles and while Wutong clung to your hair like a vine monkey!"
Wutong choked on her drink nearby.
Xiao Wu finally let go with a huff, arms crossed.
"You're calling me Aunt Xiao Wu. End of discussion."
I rubbed my cheek, pouting. "That's so embarrassing in front of everyone…"
"Then maybe don't try to act all noble and grown-up when I literally caught you trying to eat a spirit fruit whole before your teeth even came in."
"...I was hungry."
She giggled, ruffled my hair, and handed me a small velvet box.
Inside was a pendant shaped like a dancing rabbit, glowing faintly with ancient soul energy.
"It's a memory stone," she said warmly. "This one has a few of you and Wutong childhood baby moments, preserved by me and Tang San."
My face paled. "Please no—"
"Oh yes."
Then she leaned in close, grinning from ear to ear.
"Happy Birthday, Xuanyan. I'm proud of you."
"…Thanks, Aunt Xiao Wu."
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Later That Night – The Garden Behind the Palace
Stars sparkled above as fireflies lit the stone paths winding through the garden. It was peaceful here—quiet, away from the chaos of the celebration.
I stood beneath a crystal blossom tree, eyes closed, breathing in the cool night air. My soul still felt stirred from earlier—when I'd connected with the spear, when I'd felt the living consciousness of something beyond mortal comprehension.
Who are you?
That voice echoed again, not in my ears—but in my soul.
"I'm still figuring that out," I whispered to the night.
Memories of my past life still echoing in mind no matter how many time I tried to act as a normal child in front of my parents and friends.
"You always talk to yourself?"
I opened my eyes.
Wutong stood a few steps away, arms crossed, her gaze surprisingly... soft.
"Sometimes," I replied. "Helps me stay focused ."
She walked over slowly, no teasing in her steps this time.
"I meant what I said," she murmured. "Happy birthday, Xuanyan. I know I tease you a lot, but... I'm glad you're here."
I looked at her carefully. "…Thanks."
A moment passed between us—unspoken, but not empty.
Then she smiled. "Still want that spar?"
I exhaled slowly. "Not tonight."
"Tomorrow then."
"…Fine."
She grinned. "Don't go easy on me."
"I never do."
As she turned and walked back toward the palace, I remained under the stars, the whispers of the True Longinus As always murmuring at the edge of my consciousness.
This world was changing.
And so was I.
That was scaring me
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Later That Night – Gift Ceremony in the Inner Hall
After the festivities began to calm and the immortals began retiring to wine and song, the inner hall of the Palace of Life grew quiet.
This space was more intimate—fewer divine guests, only family, trusted companions, and those closest to me.
I sat cross-legged on a raised jade platform, robes flowing around me. My parents stood before me—Father, e, tall and quiet as ever, dressed in dark purple robes with silver trim, and Mother, radiant in her emerald gown.
"Tonight you'll be taken your first step," Father said, voice deep and steady, "toward godhood ."
He held out a small velvet box. I reached out and accepted it with both hands, opening it slowly.
Inside was a simple glass ring, crystal-clear yet glimmering faintly with silver light swirling in its depths? Its surface shimmered like still water, and even as I held it, I could feel the pulse of spatial energy—pure, stable, and vast.
"This is the Ring of Destiny," Father said. "Forged from Star crystal Ore mined from the edge of a unique plane under our divine realm jurisdiction. There is no soul guide array on it, yet its spatial capacity is vast. Ten thousand square meters of stable storage, and more importantly—it can store living things."
I looked up sharply.
Living things?
"Beasts, plants, even people—if they willingly enter. You'll find few rings like it in this realm or the next."
I slid it onto my finger, and the ring adjusted perfectly to my size, almost weightless.
"…Thank you," I said quietly.
Father nodded once. That was his way.
Then, Mother stepped forward, holding a white scroll embroidered with golden lotus patterns.
"This," she said, placing it gently into my hands, "is something from my lineage. The secret technique of our domain. A cultivation art born from the source of life itself."
I unrolled it just slightly—enough to feel the warmth radiating from the parchment, as if it breathed.
"The Eternal Life Technique," she said softly. "Divided into nine levels. It will teach you to refine your life energy into sacred Qi. It does not just strengthen the body—it nurtures the soul. With it, you will live long, strong, and healthy. I and your father made certain modification to the technique to help accommodate your unique physical condition even if you one day step into the mortal realm, this will protect you."
I bowed my head and placed the scroll into the Ring of Destiny. "I'll study it seriously."
"I know you will," she said, her smile glowing like sunlight.
A booming voice broke the peace.
"Ahem! If I may, my lord?"
It was Ao Man, one of Father's top subordinates—a lion-like man clad in dark crimson armor, his hair braided with rings of blacksteel.
He stepped forward with a rectangular case over his back, dropping it to the ground with a heavy thunk. With a proud gesture, he unlatched it and revealed the contents.
Dozens of neatly sorted rare metals, ores, and alloys. Some glowed faintly. Others shimmered with otherworldly luster. I even spotted a bar of Abyssal Meteor Iron and a few pieces of Scarlet Cloud Gold, both priceless.
"I heard you've taken to the forge," Ao Man grinned. "us Sin Gods Figured you'd want something to hammer with. These are the best we've plundered, mined, or fought wars over the past thousand years."
I stared at the haul.
"…This is ridiculous."
"Ridiculously generous," he corrected with a wink.
"…Thank you."
"You're your father's son," he chuckled, "but you've got the heart of a craftsman. That's rare."
Then, while I was still recovering from that, a familiar voice piped up from behind me.
"Wait, wait! I'm not done yet!"
Tang Wutong pushed through the crowd, holding something small in both hands. She looked proud—and a little nervous, which was rare for her.
She held out a sleek, golden object with butterfly-wing-like etchings. I recognized it immediately as a Soul Device—but unlike any, I'd seen before.
"This is a Satellite Soul Telephone," she said. "I custom order it myself. Took me three months."
I blinked. "A what?"
"It uses spiritual resonance instead of signal towers. Meaning it'll still work in the mortal realm—even if we're half a continent apart."
I blinked again. "Where did you even the idea to get this?"
"I mean… I got some help," she admitted.
She looked a little embarrassed. "I figured… in two years, when we go down to the mortal world, I didn't want to be stuck wondering if you were still alive or not."
A pause.
"…And I guess it'd be nice to… talk. Sometimes."
I took it from her, testing its weight in my hand. Sleek, solid, beautiful craftsmanship.
"…I'll call you first," I said.
Her smile was bright enough to light the stars.
As the night wore on, and the moon rose high above the divine realm, I found myself standing on the palace balcony, the Ring of Destiny on my finger, the Eternal Life Technique stored within it, the soul phone tucked into my robes, and the dreams of the forge sitting quietly in the storage space of my new ring.
I looked up at the stars above.
Now it was time for tonight-main event
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(3rd Point of view)
The Altar of Awakening stood at the heart of the Palace of Life, where the emerald light of creation shimmered like breath upon a mirror. Vines of silver and gold spiraled up along gleaming white columns, and above, a dome of crystalline leaves sang in quiet harmony with the rhythm of the Divine Realm itself.
Just as the Sea God had built an altar for Tang Wutong's awakening, Xuanyan's mother had created this one with her own divine power—for him.
Kneeling in the sanctum's center, Xuanyan closed his eyes. Calm. Expectant. The moment had come—the day his Martial Soul would awaken in full.
He had waited years for this.
Before him stood his mother, radiant like the first morning of the world. Her smile outshone the temple itself.
Her voice, though soft, echoed like an ancient hymn across the wind.
"Xuanyan… my child of dual blood, born from life and destruction… it is time."
She raised both hands.
The air quivered.
The entire sanctum bloomed with sacred power. The vines curled skyward, birthing celestial flowers in every color of life. The earth itself exhaled in reverence.
Barefoot upon the sanctified stone, she stepped forward and placed her glowing hand over her son's heart.
"Don't be afraid," she whispered. "I'm here with you."
A beam of pure life essence surged from her palm—brilliant, warm, ancient—and sank into his chest. It felt first like warmth… then light… then everything.
BOOM.
A shockwave of silver and gold erupted from his back, lifting him into the air.
His eyes snapped open—pupils gleaming like twin suns of gold.
Then—
The world lost all color.
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He was pulled into a realm of darkness and ice.
Xuanyan stood alone in that frozen void.
But he did not falter. He knew darkness. He had known death. He walked forward, unafraid, until he saw it—
A spear.
Bound in chains of purple and green light, humming with restrained divinity.
"You should think carefully before pulling that spear."
He turned swiftly. His eyes widened—how had he not sensed anyone?
"You surprised me," he said to the figure smiling at him through the void. "This is the first time we've met outside a dream, isn't it... Will of the God of the Bible?"
"You can say that," the figure replied. "But I prefer the name Ain. My other names were lost the day I became the soul of this spear… the day I forged my own ego."
Ain's appearance was serene: a young man with short golden hair, deep blue eyes, and fourteen pure white wings cascading from his back. His presence was light and unshakable, like hope come to life.
He chuckled softly, amused.
"I've watched over you since the day of your rebirth."
"So it was you…" Xuanyan murmured.
"Mhm! I still remember how adorable you were as a baby," Ain teased.
Despite the jab at his dignity, Xuanyan's expression remained neutral.
"I was a child then. I understood little."
"And now?" Ain asked, gently but with weight.
Xuanyan's green eyes narrowed. He caught the undertone.
"What do you want?" he asked directly.
"Nothing," Ain replied. "Only to warn you. Once you draw that spear… you will stop being human."
"I know."
"You may be hated. Hunted. You may die a truly horrendous death. Nevertheless, if you turn back now, your life will be peaceful. Simple. Free of pain."
Xuanyan stood tall.
His handsome face was unreadable. His heart, unshaken.
Without a word, he reached out—and grasped the spear's pommel.
"Life and death… I no longer fear them."
"My presence has already changed this world. If I do nothing—if I sit idly by—my parents will suffer. That is not something I can allow."
His grip tightened. His green eyes glowed with purpose.
"This path…"
He pulled.
"This path is mine."
The chains shattered.
And the True Longinus, the Holy Spear of God, was drawn from its prison.
"Well said, child," Ain whispered. "You fear neither darkness, nor death. Very well… I shall bless you."
His voice echoed like thunder cloaked in reverence.
"But remember—every blessing bears a curse. You will face tribulations, endure suffering, and rise through chaos. Only then can your power become eternal."
Back in the real world—
Behind Xuanyan, a divine form unfolded.
A massive spear hovered behind him, radiant and holy, too divine for the mortal realm. Its tip glowed with silver flame, its base with golden grace. Winged runes and sacred script shimmered along its shaft, exuding cosmic truth.
The True Longinus.
The weapon that could pierce gods.
A relic of judgment, will, and fate.
A sacred hush fell over the altar.
Even the divine beasts that had gathered to witness the moment bowed their heads.
Xuanyan floated, arms outstretched, cloaked in a radiant blaze. His blood—half Life, half Destruction—burned inside him, struggling to merge. But his mother's divine light embraced it, soothed it, and wove it into something greater.
Slowly, he descended to the ground.
The spear vanished, leaving behind a glowing sigil etched upon his back—a mark of destiny.
He collapsed to his knees, gasping.
Smiling through the pain, he lifted his hand, summoned the essence of the spear, and whispered,
"Hello… old friend."