Destruction looked helplessly at his wife. After all, Tang Wutong was born in the Divine Realm, and by the rules, she wasn't permitted to descend to the lower planes.
But Tang San was simply too good at exploiting loopholes.
"Wutong doesn't have a divine position to inherit, and she's still young. Sealing her memories and sending her to the mortal world is no different from reincarnation. If she can't become a god through her own efforts and ascend to the Divine Realm, I, Tang San, will never abuse my authority to break the rules. Even if my daughter dies of old age in the lower realm, I will have no regrets."
Tang San's logic made it difficult to argue with him.
It even convinced the other gods.
Many of the gods believed Tang San was truly ruthless as a father, willing to send his daughter to such hardship just to temper her growth.
Of course, some envied Tang Wutong—envied that she could escape the confines of the Divine Realm. Those with divine positions could never take such a shortcut.
As for those without divine positions, they feared dying in the lower world.
As one of the Divine Realm's Law Enforcement Gods, Destruction had always frowned upon Tang San's tendency to exploit loopholes in the rules.
But when it came to Tang Wutong, whom he had watched grow up, he couldn't help but worry.
He shook his head and sighed. "Xiao Lu, if you and Xiao Wu hadn't spoiled that girl so much, would that guy Tang San really have been willing to send her down to train? I just hope that through this lower-realm experience, she truly grows."
"All right, all right. It's my fault!" The Goddess of Life wrapped her arms around her husband's and said gently.
She had no children of her own, and she did indeed project some maternal longing onto Tang Wutong.
A soft light flickered in the eyes of the God of Destruction. He shook his head again, this time with deeper helplessness. "As for running into that boy, it all depends on whether Wutong is still as lazy and mischievous as she was in the Divine Realm. If she hasn't changed her ways, she's bound to suffer under his hand."
"The Body Sect is filled with battle fanatics. Influenced by that kind of environment, that boy won't go easy on her."
"But maybe that's a good thing. Only by suffering losses can she learn a lesson."
The Goddess of Life nodded, then her eyes darkened slightly as she murmured out of nowhere, "Xiao Zi... if only that child were truly ours."
The God of Destruction was taken aback. He looked up at the fine silver threads falling from the sky, and fell into silence.
The followers in the mortal realm had all claimed to have seen them in dreams, relayed by that child Minghui. Now that they had responded in kind, some believers had mistakenly thought they had sent Minghui to the mortal world for training, and to spread their faith—as his divine parents.
His wife had heard these heartfelt beliefs—and was moved.
"We'll find a way eventually." He reached out and gently patted her shoulder, comforting her softly.
"Mm." The Goddess of Life nodded lightly.
Body Sect, Indoors
Immune to Poison clutched his disciple's wrist, checking him over thoroughly—then gasped in shock.
"Hui'er, not only has your organ failure been healed, but your meridians are now twice as resilient as before. Your body has reached the perfect threshold for skeletal compatibility!"
"This is nothing short of a miracle!"
Though his soul power hadn't increased at all, this kind of foundation would allow his future cultivation to progress as smoothly as flowing water.
"Quick! Hui'er, check if your martial soul has changed!" Immune to Poison urged, a little anxious.
"Yes, Teacher." Minghui nodded, then quickly closed his eyes to sense his innate martial soul, before activating it to peer into the spiritual realm.
Outside the window, points of glowing green light began to rise like fireflies from the surrounding grasslands.
Looking down, the clumps of grass and shrubs; looking up, the towering trees—each radiated a faint emerald glow.
"This is... the Power of Life!" Even through the window, he could feel the soft vitality emanating from the surroundings.
Though far weaker than the divine brilliance emitted by the Goddess of Life, it was undeniably life force.
He was all too familiar with this aura.
Minghui opened his eyes, delighted.
"Teacher, my spiritual power and sensory range have both doubled. I can see and feel the life energy flowing from plants. I think... my body's affinity with the life attribute must be very high now."
The Goddess of Life's blessing had yielded terrifying, remarkable results!
"This is the enhancement brought by Life's Sublimation." Immune to Poison said emotionally.
Bathed in the Light of Life, not only had his disciple's ailments vanished, but the strength and function of his organs and tissues had comprehensively improved. His body brimmed with vitality—naturally causing a rise in his spiritual power, which functioned in harmony with the body.
Now that his health had been fully restored—and even advanced beyond his original peak—that was the true harvest of this miracle.
Something occurred to Immune to Poison. "Hui'er, your Lightfeather Divine Bow's light attribute has healing properties. It aligns perfectly with the Light of Life from the Goddess of Life. Quickly, check if it too has evolved!"
"Okay." Minghui nodded, cutting off his innate martial soul and summoning the Lightfeather Divine Bow in an upright grip.
Immune to Poison's pupils contracted—and joy burst across his face.
"There really has been a change!"
The towering longbow released an intense freezing aura as always—but now, a soft halo shimmered across its surface. Its color was like sunlight through fresh green leaves—a luminous, radiant green. Like a firefly glowing in the night.
With careful sensing, it felt like spring warmth blooming in the middle of winter—brimming with life.
It had changed—from the formerly cold, lifeless sky-blue light, to a gleaming green brimming with vitality.
Minghui noticed the transformation too, and the moment he grasped the bow, he could feel the vibrant life within.
"Teacher, I think... my light attribute has evolved," he said in surprise.
"I can feel it as well," Immune to Poison smiled. "Hui'er, if I'm not mistaken, your martial soul's light attribute has evolved into Light of Life."
"Though its essence remains—still the signature cold light of the Lightfeather Divine Bow—its level is no longer the same. It now contains potent life force."
"It may not yet rival the Goddess of Life, but it can absolutely be considered Ultimate, on par with your Ultimate Ice."
There were differences even among Ultimates—compared to a god, of course, one couldn't compete. But on this continent, this was already peak-tier.
If full score were 100, and reaching 90 counted as Ultimate, his disciple was a solid 99.
That last point—reserved for reverence to the gods.
"It's all thanks to the Goddess of Life," Minghui said sincerely, gripping the bow tighter.
Spreading faith to catch her attention had been a purposeful plan, but he never expected to gain so much. Regardless, it was a monumental favor. If the chance arose, he would repay her, no matter what.
He didn't like owing anyone!
"I'll start with exposing Tang San."
In the original story, the God of Destruction and Goddess of Life had sacrificed themselves to defend the Divine Realm from a temporal storm—but their consciousnesses survived, transforming into the Seeds of Destruction and Life. It was said they'd return after ten thousand years.
But that bastard Tang San, after escaping the storm and absorbing chaotic energy to further himself, never thought about reviving them. Later, he even unilaterally passed their divine positions to his son and daughter-in-law.
"What kind of person does that!?"
And by the fourth, even fifth series, Tang San returned via reincarnation—still never mentioning them.
They were probably long gone.
"Whether for myself, or to repay the grace shown today, I must give everything I have to stop him," he thought.
"The Goddess of Life's kindness—I will never forget," Immune to Poison added solemnly.
He patted his disciple's shoulder. "Hui'er, train well. Only by growing stronger can we have the means to repay Her Grace."
"I will, Teacher!" Minghui answered seriously.
Immune to Poison smiled and withdrew his hand. "All right, put your martial soul away for now."
Minghui nodded and retracted the Lightfeather Divine Bow.
Only then did Immune to Poison continue:
"Hui'er, although your organ failure has been resolved and your light attribute evolved, hidden dangers still remain. Adding ice attribute spirit rings to this martial soul may disrupt the balance and harm your body."
"While your current physique might perfectly match the life attribute, it still isn't strong enough to safely carry Ultimate Ice."
"Besides, inserting healing-type spirit abilities would be a waste of your martial soul's offensive potential."
"If it ends up stuck between two paths—unable to go high or low—that would be a real shame."
"Also, with the spiritual sensing of your innate martial soul, if you encounter someone capable of killing you, you probably wouldn't even get the chance to flee—so healing abilities wouldn't help anyway."
"In that case, you might as well stack ice-attribute spirit rings to enhance control and offense. Maybe that could help you seize a sliver of survival."
"Sometimes, the best defense is offense."
"So my suggestion: focus on your innate martial soul for now. Once you're strong enough, then start attaching ice spirit rings to the Lightfeather Divine Bow."
"When your spiritual power and physical strength reach the level needed to bear a 100,000-year spirit ring, I'll personally lead a team to the Extreme North to hunt one down for you. Once you absorb it, you'll surely be able to fully harness Ultimate Ice."
"I'll follow your guidance, Teacher," Minghui said without hesitation—he agreed completely.
Hadn't Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor suffered the same fate? Its poison attribute made it jack-of-all-trades but master of none. Throughout the entirety of Soul Land I, it never defeated an equal-level opponent using poison. When it did succeed, it was only thanks to the poison from his external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances.
Immune to Poison smiled again.
"All right, things happened too suddenly today. No training. Go back and familiarize yourself with your new martial soul abilities. I need to consult with the elders about our next steps. We'll resume training tomorrow."
"Yes, Teacher." Minghui nodded with youthful innocence.
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