: Grandpa will help you

Qian Daoliu felt that he had lived for over a hundred years and had seen all sorts of absurd things.

That's why he was able to remain firmly seated in the main seat of the Hall of Worship after his son did such a foolish thing, suppressing all his emotions and continuing to protect the foundation of the Spirit Hall.

But he's a little uncertain now.

Qian Renxue sat upright before him, her posture elegant and her expression calm, still the granddaughter he had carefully nurtured and on whom he placed high hopes.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her skin was as smooth as jade, and her features were exquisitely perfect, like a work of art. From any angle, she was the most dazzling jewel on this continent.

But what Qian Daoliu was looking at were her eyes.

Those eyes were purple, as beautiful as the purest amethyst, crystal clear and radiant.

These eyes were inherited from her mother—the woman he never wanted to talk about.

At that moment, a chilling emotion was surging within those amethyst-like eyes.

Paranoid.

gloomy.

There's also a deeply hidden madness.

Qian Daoliu sighed inwardly.

This child is like Chihiro.

She is also like Bibi Dong.

The very qualities he least wanted to see in these two people were now perfectly combined and manifested in his most beloved granddaughter.

"grandfather."

Qian Renxue spoke, her voice cold and clear.

"I need you to help me find someone."

Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately.

Who is the person who turned his granddaughter into this?

Although he didn't know what this person had done, Qian Daoliu really wanted to kill that guy.

This is the guy who turned his granddaughter into this horrible state.

Xiaoxue came to Wuhun City looking for someone, and she also came to ask me for help...

A bad feeling suddenly welled up in Qian Daoliu's heart.

He knew his granddaughter all too well. Qian Renxue had been raised by him to be proud and arrogant, never easily bowing her head. Anything that could make her ask him for a favor must be extraordinary.

And on this continent, there are those who are worthy of my attention...

Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered slightly.

Poseidon.

The woman standing on Poseidon Island, the name he had always longed for but could never have.

Tang Chen.

That old rival who disappeared many years ago, the man who once stood shoulder to shoulder with him and Poseidon.

but……

Qian Daoliu raised his eyes and looked into his granddaughter's eyes again.

Something seemed to be burning inside those amethyst eyes.

He had seen that look before—in Qian Xunji's eyes back then, and in Bibi Dong's eyes now.

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Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time.

The offering hall was extremely quiet, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls. Qian Renxue waited quietly, without urging her.

After a long silence, Qian Daoliu finally spoke, his voice low and heavy, carrying a hint of weariness that even he himself didn't realize:

"Who is the person you want me to deal with?"

His voice was calm, as calm as if he were asking about today's weather. But deep within those eyes, which had witnessed a century of history, a faint sense of solemnity was slowly gathering.

Qian Renxue did not answer immediately.

She stared intently at her grandfather, her amethyst eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight of the ancestral hall, making it impossible to discern her thoughts.

Qian Daoliu felt a slight heaviness in his heart as she looked at him.

"Tang Chen?"

He gave the first name.

That old rival who disappeared nearly a century ago, the man who once stood alongside him and Poseidon at the pinnacle of the continent. If it was Tang Chen, then he was indeed an opponent worthy of his personal attention.

Qian Renxue gently shook her head.

Qian Daoliu's brows twitched almost imperceptibly.

It's not Tang Chen.

He paused, then gave a second name, this time with a hint of complexity in his tone that even he himself didn't realize.

"Poseidon?"

If it were her...

Before Qian Daoliu's eyes, the figure standing on Seagod Island seemed to appear, dressed in white as snow, with unparalleled elegance. The woman he had longed for for a hundred years, yet had sought for a hundred years without ever obtaining.

If it's Xixi...

Qian Daoliu lowered his eyes, concealing the fleeting emotion that crossed his gaze.

It's not that I can't take action myself.

Qian Renxue shook her head again.

Qian Daoliu's heart sank completely.

She rejected two of the three names.

Only one possibility remains.

This was the outcome he least wanted to see.

"It's Bibi Dong."

Qian Renxue spoke. Her voice was as cold and clear as ever, even carrying a hint of nonchalance, as if she were simply stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

The ominous premonition came true...

Qian Daoliu stood there, remaining silent for a long time.

Bibi Dong.

Is this a case of mother and daughter killing each other?

Qian Daoliu had lived for over a hundred years and witnessed far too many absurd things. Yet, at this moment, he still felt a deep weariness welling up from his very bones.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

"Xiaoxue, she is still yours..."

He was interrupted by Qian Renxue's gaze as soon as he spoke.

Those amethyst-like eyes stared at him intently, their depths utterly undisturbed, as calm as a stagnant pool.

Then, he saw it.

An aura began to emanate from Qian Renxue's body.

That was the aura of darkness.

Qian Daoliu suddenly felt dizzy.

It wasn't because of the oppressive dark aura—as a peerless Douluo, he wouldn't be affected by an aura of that magnitude.

He felt dizzy; it was because of his most beloved granddaughter.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

Advise her to give up? In her current state, would she even listen?

After a long silence, Qian Daoliu finally spoke. This time, his voice was calm, devoid of weariness.

"it is good."

He said.

"Grandpa will help you."

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On the other side, the silence in the secret room lasted for a long time.

Fang Yuan sat at the foot of the bed, the chains on his ankles clanging coldly with each subtle movement. His gaze fell on his palm—there, two primordial seeds floated, one as black as an abyss, the other as green as a spring bud.

Destruction and life.

You can only choose one.

Fang Yuan didn't hesitate for long.

His fingertips slightly bent, and the emerald green seed seemed to be summoned, gently floating up and landing in his palm. Almost instantly upon contact, a warm, gentle sensation seeped through his skin and into his body, like the first rays of spring sunshine melting the remnants of winter snow.

I choose life not because I fear destruction.

Rather, it's because of... compatibility.

Fang Yuan closed his eyes, introspectively examining the martial soul within his body. The Dark Blue Silver Emperor quietly resided in his sea of ​​consciousness, its dark purple veins spreading like a spiderweb, exuding an innate chill and resilience. This was originally a martial soul inclined towards control and assassination, but under the influence of the life essence, something seemed to be awakening deep within those dark purple veins.

The origin of the God of Life resonates in a strange way with his martial spirit.

The Blue Silver Emperor is the king of plant-type martial souls, naturally close to the way of life. Even though it has been tainted by darkness, the Blue Silver Emperor still possesses the tenacity and vitality of plants.

And that purplish-black seed of destruction...

Fang Yuan looked up and glanced at it.

It floated there silently, and just by getting close, you could feel the suffocating sense of oppression.

It's not a perfect fit, and what's more troublesome is that it's too difficult to integrate.

The legacy of the God of Destruction is never a gentle gift.

It was a path paved with blood and murderous intent, every step carrying the risk of backlash. Fang Yuan was not afraid of risks, but he would not gamble recklessly.

With the primordial seed of the God of Life present, why risk fusing with the primordial seed of the God of Destruction?

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Fang Yuan withdrew his gaze and stared again at the emerald green seed in his palm. It seemed to sense his determination, its rhythm quickening slightly as if in response.

He took a deep breath and pressed the light seed against his chest.

In that instant, the world fell silent.

There was no excruciating pain as expected, no soul-tearing impact, not even any discomfort. The seed of life's origin was like a drop of water falling into a lake, naturally merging into his body, as if it were meant to be there.

Then, warmth washed over us.

Starting from my chest, the warmth spread like ripples throughout my body. Every inch of flesh, every bone, every meridian was gently enveloped by this warm current. The feeling... was like soaking in warm spring water, or like being thoroughly warmed by the gentlest spring sunshine.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

so comfy.

He originally thought that fusing with the primordial seed of a god-king level would inevitably involve a painful ordeal.

But at this moment, it feels like someone who has been wandering for a long time has finally returned home and is embraced by the most familiar scent.

The Dark Blue Silver Emperor within the body seemed to sense something as well. The dark purple veins trembled slightly, and a warm luster gradually emerged from its originally cold aura.

At this moment, darkness and life reached a delicate balance.

Fang Yuan could clearly feel that his vitality was rising at an astonishing rate.

He was someone who had consumed the immortal herb. The medicinal power of that herb had completely transformed his physique back then, giving him a foundation far superior to his peers at the Soul King stage. Coupled with the enhancement of two top-tier martial souls, the spiritual tempering of a wisdom skull condensed by spiritual energy, and the bloodline sublimation brought by a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone... his physique should no longer be measured by the standards of ordinary soul masters.

But now, bathed in that warm current, he felt as if he had been reforged.

The flesh and blood became more solid, the meridians became more resilient, and even the heartbeat became more steady and powerful.

With each breath, I can feel the life force flowing through my body, like a surging river, never ceasing.

Fang Yuan opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

It was still those same hands, fair and slender, with clearly defined knuckles. But he could sense just how much power those hands could unleash at this moment.

Physical condition... has almost doubled.

This realization caused his eyes to flicker slightly.

Double. Not ten percent, not twenty percent, but double. On top of his already extraordinary abilities, he's doubled again. Now, even without using his soul power, his physical strength alone is enough to directly contend with Soul Emperors or even Soul Saints.

And this is only the improvement brought about at the moment of fusion.

The legacy of the God of Life extends far beyond this.

Fang Yuan felt the surging power within his body, while simultaneously sensing the changes in his soul power. That instantaneous improvement wasn't limited to his physical constitution. His soul power was also skyrocketing—level sixty-one, level sixty-two, level sixty-three…

He broke through all the way to level 66.

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The integration process gradually came to an end.

The gentle warmth gradually subsided, no longer as surging as before, but returning to calm.

Fang Yuan closed his eyes, feeling the new life force within his body quietly residing deep in his dantian, like a dormant seed waiting for the right time to take root and sprout.

Then, something suddenly flooded into his mind.

It was a very strange feeling; a memory appeared in his mind—the memory of the God of Life's inheritance of divine positions.

Fang Yuan was slightly taken aback, then relaxed and let those memories flow through his mind.

He saw the realm of gods.

I saw the ancient tree of life that seemed to support the entire divine realm, its branches and leaves lush and verdant, casting dappled green light. I saw a verdant figure sitting beneath the ancient tree, surrounded by vibrant life.

That is the god of life.

But the original owner of this seed.

The inherited memories told him how to inherit this divine position.

But another fact is that the God of Life is still alive.

Fang Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze flickering slightly.

There's a vacancy for every divine position. As long as the current deity doesn't perish or abdicate, the position won't become vacant. The primordial seed in his hand is more like a "candidate qualification," granting him the potential to inherit, but preventing him from actually sitting on the throne.

You can't become a god directly.

Fang Yuan lowered his eyes, not showing much disappointment.

He never expected a single seed to propel him to instant success.

If the fusion is successful, it will improve both physical constitution and soul power, which is enough.

As for the divine position...

Not urgent.

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at the same time.

Spirit world.

Within the Temple of Life, all was quiet.

Emerald light flowed gently through the hall like water, and every inch of air was filled with vibrant life.

In the center of the hall, a miniature version of an ancient tree of life stretched out its branches and leaves, scattering dappled sunlight. Beneath the ancient tree, a figure sat quietly.

She wore a long, emerald-green dress, the hem flowing like water, with faint golden patterns appearing and disappearing, as if woven from the traces of countless lives. Her dark green hair cascaded down like a waterfall, adorned with a few unidentified small flowers that trembled slightly with her breath.

Her features were delicate and gentle, her skin was fair with a healthy rosy glow, and she exuded a vibrant and translucent energy. Her temperament was gentle and serene, and she was surrounded by an aura that could heal all pain. Just sitting there made people feel incredibly at ease.

She is the goddess of life.

The God-King who holds the power over life in the divine realm, one of the five great God-Kings, and the wife of the God of Destruction.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

Those emerald green eyes were crystal clear, and at this moment, a very faint hint of doubt flashed across them.

She raised her head slightly, her gaze seemingly piercing through the layers of void in the divine realm, looking down.

Nether.

Something... was drawing her in.