: Sword Sheath, you will help me... right?

Two primordial seeds of the God-King are now in your hands.

The primordial seed of the God of Destruction appears as a purplish-black sphere of light. It is not a physical entity, but a highly concentrated aggregate of energy, within which endless destructive energy seems to surge and collapse, and a single glance at it feels as if one's soul would be devoured.

The primordial seed of the God of Life appears as a translucent, crystalline seed of emerald green light, resembling a crystal-clear jade heart. It is not still, but beats and pulsates slowly like a heart, each beat emitting a soft green halo, radiating a warm, vibrant, and ever-renewing life force.

When Fang Yuan held it in his hand, he felt as if he were in a forest under the warm spring sun, and all his pain would be soothed.

Although destruction and life are two extremes, in the setting, they are complementary and interdependent. At the end of destruction, new life is born, and at the end of life, destruction returns.

Therefore, the two seeds resonated strongly at this moment.

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If Fang Yuan integrates the two primordial seeds into his body...

Once you successfully refine it, you will have the right to inherit the mantle of the two great gods of destruction and life.

The seed will transform the host's body and soul, gradually elevating them beyond the realm of mortals. As the understanding of the laws deepens, the seed will take root and sprout, ultimately allowing the host to inherit the divine positions of the God of Destruction and the God of Life.

The primordial seed of the God of Destruction allows Fang Yuan to master the laws of destruction, imbuing his attacks with an extremely strong "annihilation" attribute. This damage is profound, directly destroying the opponent's life essence and causing wounds that are difficult to heal.

Simply put, it's real damage!

The primordial seed of the God of Life will make the life force in the surrounding area extremely vigorous, and any injury, no matter how severe, can be healed quickly. Theoretically, as long as one is not instantly annihilated, one can be reborn from a drop of blood.

Not only can it live itself, but it can also bring inanimate objects to life, and even help others prolong their lives and cure intractable diseases.

She's a super-mommy!

pity……

"Destruction and life are ultimately two inherently opposing and incompatible attributes."

Fang Yuan's fingertips dipped slightly, and a faint trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

One governs decay, end, and the collapse of order; the other nurtures life, growth, and the revival of all things. These two fundamental forces are inherently opposed.

If two primordial seeds were forcibly integrated into the same person's body at the same time, causing them to collide and tear each other apart within flesh and soul...

In theory, that's a dead end.

Even nine deaths might not be enough to save a life.

In mild cases, the soul shatters and the body disintegrates, turning into a wisp of dust in the world; in severe cases, the two primordial forces detonate against each other, completely obliterating even the chance of reincarnation.

He must find a way to safely accommodate and digest both original seeds at the same time.

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Thoughts surged rapidly in my mind, countless pieces of information flashing by.

Suddenly, a figure entered my mind without warning.

That soft-boned rabbit—Xiao Wu!

Fang Yuan's gaze paused slightly.

In the original story, Xiao Wu never truly inherited her own divine position independently.

The reason she was able to ascend to the God Realm with Tang San was not because she became a god herself, but because of her dual-god coexistence martial soul fusion technique.

She used herself as the foundation, transforming into the Asura God Sword Sheath.

It doesn't actually turn into a cold, hard scabbard.

Instead, he completely transformed his physical body, soul, and bloodline into a vessel of divine power.

Using his body as a sheath to contain the terrifying power of the Asura Demon Sword, Tang San was able to simultaneously control the power of the Sea God and the Asura God, two completely different and even somewhat conflicting divine powers, even after inheriting the position of Sea God.

In essence, isn't this simply one person bearing two great paths?

However, the conditions for this method are so harsh that they are despairing.

The most fundamental foundation is a deep bond between souls.

In the original story, Xiao Wu sacrificed herself, and her soul completely merged with the Soft Bone Rabbit soul bone in Tang San's left arm, becoming inseparable. The two had long been bound together by life and death, their hearts and minds connected, and could not be separated.

In addition, it requires the personal planning and paving of the Asura God, the foundation of a god-level martial soul fusion skill, and countless coincidences piling up to create a miracle.

As for Fang Yuan, given his current situation, it's simply impossible for him to accomplish all of this.

"As expected, I still have to trick the rabbit..." Fang Yuan murmured to himself.

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Ten days is but a fleeting moment on the vast land of the continent, but for the anxious Qian Renxue, every minute and every second felt like an eternity.

She exhausted almost all of her soul power, pushing herself to her fastest speed, traveling day and night without sleep, traversing plains and mountains, and finally, at dusk on the tenth day, she once again set foot on the majestic and solemn land of Martial Soul City.

Beneath the city gate, Qian Renxue was slightly out of breath. Her long golden hair was disheveled by the wind and dust, and her delicate and flawless face showed the fatigue of the long journey. The angelic goddess who was usually high above and aloof now had a touch of the disheveledness of human life.

But deep within those purple eyes burned an anxiety and determination that others could not understand.

Inside the offering hall, Qian Daoliu was already waiting.

Seeing his granddaughter so travel-worn and exhausted, the Grand Elder, who had lived for over a hundred years and held the highest power in the Spirit Hall, couldn't help but feel heartache.

He stepped forward, his voice softening considerably, losing some of his usual authority and gaining a gentle, comforting quality unique to his ancestors: "Xue'er, you must be tired from your journey. Why rush back so quickly? It's not worth ruining your health."

Qian Renxue lowered her eyes slightly, her mind not yet fully calmed, when she heard her grandfather speak again, with a hint of doubt and confusion.

"You must return to Tiandou City no matter what, even if Xue Qinghe's identity is questioned."

Qian Daoliu gazed at her, his eyes deep. "Why...why did you suddenly rush back to Wuhun City without stopping?"

Qian Renxue knew very well that to deal with titled Douluo like the Serpent Spear Douluo and the Porcupine Douluo, she only needed to make up a pretext and use her status as the young master of the Hall of Offerings to easily fool them and prevent them from asking any more questions.

But in front of her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, all pretense seemed pale and powerless.

This angelic high priest, who had lived for countless years, had long seen through the hearts of people and had also seen through the every move of her granddaughter.

When talking about the person who made her rush back to Wuhun City day and night, Qian Renxue's usually cold and proud face suddenly turned red, as if someone had exposed her deepest secret.

She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her cheek, all her usual goddess-like poise vanished, leaving only the shyness and nervousness unique to a young girl.

She looked up at Qian Daoliu, her voice trembling slightly, yet carrying an undeniable seriousness: "Grandpa, I've found that person."

Those purple eyes, identical to Bibi Dong's and inheriting her angelic divinity, stared intently at him, filled with expectation, dependence, and a hint of stubborn pleading. "You will help me..."

She paused slightly, then her tone became more forceful, carrying a resolute determination, "Right?"

Looking at her like this, Qian Daoliu felt a tightness in his chest and a dull ache.

It's anger.

As a grandfather who dotes on his granddaughter.

Qian Daoliu was angry, annoyed, and helpless.