N-A-A Chapter 15 The Power of Creation
Chapter 15 The Power of Creation
Before falling asleep last night, Zi Lingtian looked as ordinary as ever. Her neat short purple hair was close to her ears, her deep purple eyes were calm and still, and there was not a trace of superfluous divine aura around her. She looked exactly like a clean-cut six-year-old child.
When he opened his eyes this morning, he did not activate his martial soul in the slightest, nor did he leak out a trace of soul power. He should have maintained the child form he had before falling asleep, but when he looked up at the ancient bronze mirror in front of him, he was suddenly stunned.
The figure in the mirror bore the familiar mark of his Destruction form, yet possessed an indescribable gentleness and warmth that surpassed the pure Destruction form.
Her shoulder-length purple hair cascaded down smoothly, sunlight filtering through the strands to reveal shimmering, purplish-gold light—understated yet possessing an imposing, unyielding power. Her features had lost the soft, childlike innocence of childhood, appearing as if meticulously sculpted by a sharp blade, cold and refined. A composure beyond her years clung to her brows, accompanied by an innate aloofness. In her signature deep purple eyes, the rare double pupils remained clearly visible. Within the deep purple depths of her pupils, a faint emerald green, like a mountain spring, flowed silently, vanishing in an instant, as if it had never existed.
This is his destructive form, but it's not entirely it.
In the past, as long as he did not summon the Staff of Destruction, he would automatically revert to his basic short-haired appearance. But at this moment, even though he had not released his martial soul, he maintained his appearance in the Destruction form without any sign of fading away.
Zi Lingtian slowly lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her fair and delicate palms. Her fingertips curled slightly, and she calmly uttered in her heart: Scepter of Destruction.
The next second, a gentle yet domineering purple-gold light surged from his dantian, flowing slowly through his meridians to his limbs and bones. A phantom scepter slowly unfolded behind him, the intricate runes engraved on the scepter shining brightly, and the inlaid purple-gold gems swirling with a cold aura. The destructive law fluctuations surrounding him were exactly the same as yesterday, without the slightest disorder.
But one thing completely overturned his previous understanding.
Unlike before, he did not instantly transform from his basic form into a destructive form the moment he summoned his martial soul.
Because that's how he always was.
Zi Lingtian blinked gently, suppressing the ripples in his heart, and carefully examined every sensation in his body. His soul power flowed smoothly through his meridians, and the connection between his martial soul and physical body was tighter than ever before, with no sense of separation whatsoever. He had indeed summoned the Staff of Destruction, yet his appearance remained unchanged. Ultimately, his basic form had long since merged completely with his Destruction form, with no distinction between the two.
With a slight thought, he silently withdrew the scepter of destruction.
The purple-gold light instantly converged into his dantian, and the illusory scepter behind him also dissipated into specks of light. However, the boy in the mirror still had shoulder-length purple hair and deep purple eyes, and even the curve of his hair and the expression in his eyes did not change in the slightest.
The basic form is already equivalent to the destruction form.
Zi Lingtian gently stroked his chin with his fingertips, a faint hint of understanding flashing in his eyes, and nodded slightly. This was undoubtedly an immense opportunity. From now on, he would no longer need to deliberately switch forms, nor would he need to expend mental energy to stabilize the compatibility between his martial soul and physical body. He could directly invoke the power of the Destruction Scepter anytime, anywhere. This god-level martial soul had completely become a part of his body, residing permanently within him, no longer requiring him to sacrifice the stability of his form.
With a sudden thought, he remembered another form.
So, how will life forms change?
Zi Lingtian took a deep breath, suppressing the subtle ripples in her heart, and whispered in her mind: Ancient Tree of Life.
A soft, warm, emerald-green light instantly emanated from his limbs and bones, carrying the warmth of revitalized vegetation, gently enveloping his body. The illusory image of a lush, ancient tree slowly unfolded behind him, its jade-like trunk gleaming with a lustrous sheen, and the life runes on its leaves flowing gently, full of vitality, everything exactly as it had been yesterday.
At the same time, his body began to undergo subtle changes.
Shoulder-length purple hair was enveloped in layers of emerald light, its color changing visibly. The pure deep purple gradually faded, blending and intertwining with the emerald green, ultimately becoming predominantly bright emerald green with subtle touches of deep purple, like tender leaves sprouting in spring, softening the somber mood of late autumn—unique and stunning. The hair continued to grow, cascading from the shoulders to the waist. A breeze slipped in through the window cracks, causing the long, greenish-purple hair to sway gently. Morning light fell upon the hair, giving it a strange and soft glow.
Her aura softened, her originally cold features gradually softened, and her tall, upright figure transformed into a slender and gentle young woman. But unlike the little girl who resembled the Goddess of Life before, this transformation shed the deliberate imitation of the Goddess of Life's form, completely retaining Zi Lingtian's original facial features. Her eyebrows, eyes, jawline, and expression all bore his unique mark.
The girl in the mirror is no longer the "miniature version of the Goddess of Life," but a completely unique female form belonging to Zi Lingtian.
With delicate and charming features, her temperament is gentle yet not weak, possessing an innate ethereal and divine quality. Even with the beauty of the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena in her human form, her unique elegance and clarity cannot overshadow her brilliance, making her a true beauty unparalleled in the Douluo Continent. The same bone structure, the same aura, only the masculine coldness and sharpness have transformed into the feminine gentleness and agility, like a single stroke of a painting, capturing both strength and softness, one cold, one warm, yet the soul within remains constant.
At this moment, her heterochromatic eyes no longer needed to be concealed, and were fully revealed in the morning light. Her left eye was emerald green with swirling purple-black patterns, while her right eye was purple-black with flowing emerald green light. Her heterochromatic eyes, paired with her long green-purple hair, were breathtakingly beautiful, yet not at all strange. On the contrary, they perfectly matched the yin and yang energy within her body.
Zi Lingtian, in her youthful form, gazed at her unfamiliar yet familiar reflection in the mirror. After a moment of silence, a faint hint of satisfaction flashed across her eyes, and she slowly nodded.
This change is far better than before.
Previously, the male and female forms were completely different, one like a miniature version of the God of Destruction, and the other like a miniature version of the Goddess of Life. No one would ever associate the two with the same person. But now, both forms are firmly engraved with the core characteristics of "Purple Spirit Heaven." The only difference is gender and temperament; the soul within them has never changed.
This perfectly aligns with his understanding of the essence of Yin and Yang as one, mutually generating and integrating, which he grasped last night.
With a slight thought, she tried to mobilize the power of the Scepter of Destruction in her life form. A faint wisp of purple-gold light slowly emerged in her fair palm. Although the power was weak and far from enough to summon the complete scepter, it was still a tremendous breakthrough compared to the state yesterday when the two martial souls were completely incompatible and could not communicate with each other.
The Yin and Yang power within the dantian is gradually dissolving the barrier between the two martial souls of life and destruction, making it possible for these two extremely opposing forces to merge.
Zi Lingtian withdrew his thoughts with satisfaction, dissipating the power of the Ancient Tree of Life. The emerald green light slowly receded, and his form reverted to male: shoulder-length purple hair, deep purple eyes, the figure of a six-year-old child, clean and aloof. The basic and destructive forms had now merged. From now on, he would maintain this form in daily life, only switching to female form when fully utilizing the power of the Ancient Tree of Life.
He raised his hand to straighten his slightly wrinkled robes, and was about to turn around and go out to find some breakfast when the wooden door to the room was gently pushed open.
The God of Destruction stood silently at the entrance, his purple-gold robe solemn and aloof, the divine patterns on the hem gleaming faintly in the morning light, his aura still exuding the imposing majesty of a god-king who kept everyone at a distance. But when his gaze fell upon Zi Lingtian before the mirror, his usually indifferent purple-gold eyes suddenly narrowed, and he stopped in his tracks.
Upon hearing the sound, Zi Lingtian turned around and calmly looked at her father. She did not flinch or try to hide her unusual appearance, but instead met the gaze of the God-King with composure.