Douluo: Wuhun Black Hole, the beginning of the inheritance of the God of Destruction

Yang Ziyuan stood there quietly, the words of the God of Destruction echoing in his ears, his heart was like a surging wave and could not calm down for a long time.

He was very clear that there were two completely different paths before him.

Each one will have a crucial impact on his future life trajectory.

Although one of the paths is full of thorns and bumps, and is full of unknown risks and challenges, it is like a mysterious and tempting treasure house, hiding endless possibilities. It may help him open up an unprecedented world and create a bright future with unlimited potential.

The other road appears relatively flat and stable, as if it is a broad road that has been trodden by countless footprints of predecessors.

Although he will not encounter too many thrilling twists and turns, but because of this, he will be trapped in the existing pattern, unable to break free, and ultimately can only stay confined in this small world.

Even if one exhausts all his energy throughout his life, he may not be able to reach a realm above the Supreme God King!
As time passed, the air around seemed to freeze.

At this moment, Yang Ziyuan slowly raised his head. There was no longer any hesitation in his deep eyes, but instead an unwavering light.

"God of Destruction, I have decided to continue on the path of fusion. I know that this path is extremely difficult, but I don't want to miss the opportunity to become stronger. I believe that where there is a will, there is a way!" Yang Ziyuan's every word was sonorous and powerful.

Upon hearing this, the God of Destruction, who was far away in the God Realm, could not help but be slightly startled. Then, the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a sincere smile of appreciation: "Okay, since you are so determined, then we will continue to support you. However, you must remember that this road is full of dangers and must not be taken lightly."

The goddess of life beside her also smiled gently and nodded, her beautiful eyes full of earnest expectations: "Little guy, let go and fight. Don't worry, just move forward boldly. We will always watch over you silently from behind and escort you."

Hearing this, Yang Ziyuan took a deep breath and focused his attention on the power of life and the power of destruction again.

He knew very well that the somewhat immature attempt just now was just a beginning.

If he wants to truly achieve the perfect fusion of these two extreme forces, there must be a long and thorny road ahead waiting for him to conquer.

In the days that followed, Yang Ziyuan, like a tireless explorer, continued to try various new and unique methods day after day, trying to accurately control and cleverly integrate these two opposing yet interdependent forces.

He carefully studied the characteristics of the two forces, looking for the balance between them.

Once, twice... countless attempts came like the tide, and receded again and again, leaving only a sense of frustration on the ground.

But Yang Ziyuan did not lose heart. Instead, he became more and more courageous. With his unyielding perseverance and keen insight, he struggled forward in this mysterious field.

Gradually, the laws hidden beneath the surface began to surface, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, which, although faint, bring people infinite hope.

Finally one day, when Yang Ziyuan examined the two forces again, an idea flashed in his mind: "Why can't I use the Tai Chi diagram to integrate them?"

This thought was like a flash of lightning that broke through the dark night sky, illuminating the road ahead of him.

In the Tai Chi diagram, the white eye and the black eye represent the yin and yang poles respectively, which are the balance points of the entire pattern.

Although this point may seem insignificant, the balancing force it carries is extremely important.

Yang Ziyuan immediately started to imitate the shape of the Tai Chi diagram, trying to guide the two powerful forces to converge towards the balance point.

Every step is taken cautiously, as if walking on a tightrope. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss.

Time passed quietly, but Yang Ziyuan was unaware of it, and was completely immersed in this contest of strength.

After a long period of running-in, Yang Ziyuan became more and more adept at controlling these two forces.

Now, he has been able to drive these two forces closer to each other within a certain range and successfully avoided the outbreak of fierce conflict. However, there is still a long way to go before they can truly merge.

Yang Ziyuan understood that he needed more time!

Two years later, Hanhai City, Yang family.

"Tianyu, you...you became a god?!!"

Yang Wuhui widened his eyes and looked at Yang Tianyu in front of him with disbelief.

At this moment, his voice trembled, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

He rubbed his eyes hard and looked again. Yes, it was that familiar figure, but it gave him a completely unfamiliar feeling.

Yang Wuhui felt his throat dry, and was so shocked that his tongue almost got tied. "How is this possible? This is simply unbelievable!"

He knew very well that Yang Tianyu would never become an ordinary person for no reason.

The only reasonable explanation is that the other party's strength is extraordinary and far beyond what he can perceive.

Because of this, he didn't even notice the slightest trace of soul energy from Yang Tianyu.

If Yang Tianyu hadn't stood in front of him so openly, he would probably still find it difficult to detect the other person's existence.

At this moment, a huge wave of shock rose in Yang Wuhui’s heart.

Because, Yang Ziyuan, the most talented one, has not yet become a god, but Yang Tianyu, who has mediocre talent, has actually surpassed him?

However, after thinking about the difficulty of Yang Ziyuan's assessment and the help the other party had given him, he was instantly relieved.

"Hey hey!! You've come back just in time! Come on, follow me to the Spirit Hall!"

"Spirit Hall? What are we going there for? If you want to go, go by yourself. I absolutely won't go there!"

Yang Tianyu frowned and responded reluctantly.

He came back with great difficulty, but before he could even see his wife, he was captured by the other side and forced to do hard labor.

No matter who you are, you will have complaints!
Seeing that he dared to give up, Yang Wuhui immediately became unhappy.

He glared at Yang Tianyu fiercely and snorted coldly, "Humph, you little brat, you are really becoming more and more unruly! Have you become a god and even your wings have become hard?"

"Well, how dare I~ But, you have to give me a reason, right?"

Yang Tianyu scratched his head with an innocent expression.

"What other reasons are there? As relatives, shouldn't we help the Spirit Hall to set up shop?"

"Setting up trouble? There are so many Titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall, do they need our help?" As he spoke, he curled his lips in dissatisfaction, showing obvious skepticism.

(End of this chapter)