The nine-colored divine light spun endlessly, blocking that burst of Creation Power and pulling Bi Ji and Zi Ji out from the vortex formed by the power of reincarnation.
In the same spot, Bi Ji and Zi Ji, who had been sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, suddenly jerked forward as if struck. Their upper bodies staggered slightly, and they snapped open their eyes.
The moment their vision cleared, they saw Di Tian standing before them, facing off against two figures.
The "Ya Li holding the Sky-Ascending Spear" had come back to life.
But the one who had been revived was no longer them.
The last trace of white in Ya Li's hair had turned green.
Wearing a light green dress filled with the aura of life, a faint smile lingered on her face. Her appearance wasn't stunningly beautiful, but it was covered by a veil of gentle amiability.
That overwhelming vitality was unforgettable, making people feel instinctively close to her.
The face of the Life Goddess Lu had completely replaced Ya Li's.
From within the Sky-Ascending Spear, a wisp of remnant soul floated out.
As a flash of purple light gleamed, the incomplete soul mended itself and began to take form.
A humanoid figure appeared, clad in a large purple cloak that concealed his head. Within the cloak, two red lights flickered like eyes, but his face remained hidden, emanating a deep and terrifying aura.
Beneath the cloak was a man who appeared to be in his thirties, with short dark red hair spiked like steel needles. His glowing red eyes flickered, and his handsome features were sharp and resolute.
Behind both of them floated nine divine rings each, radiating violet and green light.
Within those lights, the super divine artifacts—the Destruction Scepter and the Tree of Life—rose and fell, exuding divine might.
Compared to Yun Ming and Ya Li, who had existed for just a hundred years, it was more fitting now to refer to them as the God of Destruction and the God of Life.
What remained unchanged was that the Life Goddess still tightly held the hand of the God of Destruction, just as Ya Li had clutched the Sky-Ascending Spear.
Between their interlocked hands shimmered their greatest power: the Power of Creation.
This was their only possible way to break the deadlock. The two God Kings stared unblinkingly at Di Tian, fully on guard.
"New Dragon God... or Di Tian... how should we address you?"
"Does it even matter?" Di Tian replied nonchalantly. "Would saying I'm Di Tian and not the Dragon God make us not enemies? That we'd suddenly be one big happy family?"
Di Tian cast a brief glance at the Creation Power in their hands and continued calmly.
He had already discerned the nature of their Creation Power—its substance wasn't high.
It couldn't compare at all to the Creation Power he encountered in the time-space chaos, with its unparalleled sharpness and might.
"In the new God Realm I built, even in your prime you wouldn't stand a chance."
"Let alone now, when you're not at your peak."
"Hmph!"
The God of Destruction could feel Di Tian's divine power pressing in with every word, sealing off all his retreat. He snorted coldly.
He was one of the five great God Kings of the Douluo God Realm, an enforcer and protector of the realm since its birth. How could he possibly show fear or submit to a sworn enemy of the God Realm?
Since he could no longer hide, the God of Destruction—Zi—was fully prepared to go down in a blaze of glory.
As his devoted wife, the Goddess of Life—Lu, who had followed him through life and death, made the same resolve to die unflinching.
At that moment, both ancient souls burst into flames.
"I, the God of Destruction, command the new Dragon God—Di Tian—to die!"
The forces of life and destruction clashed violently. The condensed Creation Power began to expand at a rapid pace.
At the same time, the Destruction Scepter and the Tree of Life, driven by the last of their divine power, struck out savagely toward Di Tian.
Their final will was to test whether Di Tian could truly survive.
Maybe Di Tian could rely on his overwhelming strength to stay safe—but those nearby, especially the many women of Di Tian watching from the sidelines, would not be so lucky.
Though this wouldn't satisfy the God of Destruction entirely, it was the best he and his wife could do.
They could only hope that the force unleashed by burning their ancient divine souls would deal significant damage to the new God Realm Di Tian had created.
As for finishing the job—destroying the new Dragon God Di Tian—that would be left to the Douluo God Realm.
The God of Destruction had never truly accepted or respected Tang San, the current ruler of the God Realm.
Because he could clearly judge that in Tang San's heart, his personal interests would always come before the greater good of the God Realm.
But as for Tang San's methods and tactics, the God of Destruction had to admit—they were effective.
The fact that Tang San could secretly intervene in the mortal world without the gods noticing said it all.
In the end, it was because he, the God of Destruction, had failed, and now faced his fall.
Otherwise, how could he possibly entrust the task of eliminating the new Dragon God to Tang San?
As this final thought flickered, it was as if the God of Destruction Zi's last testament vanished into nothingness.
Only the rampaging divine power remained.
Yet, despite the vast waves caused by the burning of two God Kings' souls, Di Tian's expression stayed calm, as though he were merely witnessing something ordinary.
What he had feared most was discovering that Ya Li and Yun Ming were not the reincarnations of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life.
Now, with that unpredictable variable resolved, and with two of the five great super divine artifacts—the Destruction Scepter and Tree of Life—flying toward him…
What else could possibly worry Di Tian?
As for this desperate, final counterattack from the two God Kings?
Since Di Tian had already decided to seek them out, of course he had prepared countermeasures.
Otherwise, how could he have let Xue Ling and the others just stand by and watch?
Now—it was time to reveal his hidden weapon.
Suddenly, the massive chamber trembled. Dust and rubble fell as golden light burst from cracks in the walls.
A colossal golden-armored giant appeared.
Within the giant, the rhythm of an ancient array pulsed: "The One Primordial Rebirths, All Phenomena Renew."
At the array's core, the gods of the new God Realm had assembled.
Leading them were several first-tier gods of the dragon lineage: the Dark Dragon King, the Water Dragon King, the Earth-Walking Dragon King, and others.
The combined divine powers of the gods made the golden giant increasingly solid, steadily suppressing the erupting Creation Power.
That Creation Power was indeed formidable—at first, it nearly overwhelmed the giant's suppression, continuously expanding.
But in the end, it was just a flare of dying might, born from the burning of the God Kings' souls.
To put it nicely—it was a final, valiant counterattack.
To be blunt—it was like a rootless fire, a drifting duckweed, unable to last for long.
(End of Chapter)