Lin Chen stepped out of the dark stone cave and immediately activated his Blue Silver Domain to cover his entire body, completely concealing his aura.
Like a gentle breeze merging into the forest, he rushed towards the outer town.
As he sped along, he secretly pondered to himself:
I wonder if that god who was hiding in the divine realm watching the show heard what I just said.
In fact, his shouting into the void just now was not an impulsive act, but a deliberate test.
He wanted the deity secretly watching him to know—
I, Lin Chen, already know that my divine position has been taken away, and I also know that someone is watching me.
As for whether the other party will react, or whether they will secretly extend an olive branch or trip us up, that all depends on what happens next.
Having figured this out, Lin Chen stopped worrying and focused his mind.
After a series of major battles, inheritances, dissections, treasure hunts, and digging a pit to bury Thor, his mental and physical strength had long been exhausted to the limit.
For now, he has temporarily put aside all thoughts of divine status, conspiracies, and the watchful eyes of the divine realm.
He just wanted to get back to town as soon as possible and find a place to get a good night's sleep.
Lin Chen quickened his pace again, his figure disappearing swiftly into the shadows of the dense forest, vanishing into the depths of Thunder Forest.
Lin Chen's guess was spot on; his provocation and probing had indeed caught the eye of that supreme being.
At this moment, the Douluo God Realm floats above the ancient starry river, resembling an independent and vast small world. Here, there is no clamor of the mortal world, only the flowing purple-gold divine light that dyes the sky solemn and sacred. Countless stars, like shattered diamonds, are embedded in the celestial canopy, each containing the power of laws. At the center of the God Realm stands an ancient divine city, its style distinct from the mortal realm. Its palaces are constructed entirely of divine crystals and starwood, their eaves reaching towards the clouds, exuding an aura of unparalleled dominance.
Deep within the realm of the gods, a magnificent structure known as the Castle of Destruction stands silently, like the inviolable scales of this world. It is not a warm dwelling, but a divine palace exuding a chilling aura of slaughter. The castle is entirely dark black, constructed from the legendary rocks of the Destroying Stars, its walls etched with deep, ancient battle scars—marks left by ancient divine wars. Countless colossal stone pillars support the dome, their surfaces inscribed with eerie runes formed from the laws of destruction, occasionally punctuated by black streaks of light, radiating a suffocatingly terrifying pressure. At the castle's summit, a colossal spiral spire pierces the clouds, seemingly intent on devouring all the energy of the entire divine realm.
Inside the main hall at the very center of the castle, the God of Destruction sat quietly.
He wore a set of divine armor, entirely black and covered in silver cracks. The armor flowed like water, clinging to his slender body, exuding both majesty and elegance. He had long, dark hair, casually draped over his shoulders, and his face was as handsome as if sculpted from ice and snow, every inch of his skin radiating divine divinity. His eyes were a pure, deep purple, their depths seemingly containing the collapse of a universe and the end of all things; a single glance from them could feel the destruction of one's soul.
He sat on the enormous throne with a languid yet all-encompassing air, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrests, his aura freezing the surrounding air.
In front of him floated a huge light screen.
The screen clearly projected Lin Chen's figure, who, under the cover of his Blue Silver Domain, sped through the shadows of the Thunder Forest like a whirlwind. The image was incredibly detailed, capturing even his slight panting and the weary yet defiant glint in his eyes.
The God of Destruction had been gazing at this light screen for a very, very long time.
In fact, the moment Lin Chen stepped into the land where the Thunder God fell and entered the cave in the Thunder Forest, the Destruction God King, far away in the Douluo God Realm, had already sensed it.
He immediately unleashed his divine sense, peering down through the light barrier. But the moment he saw Lin Chen clearly, a hint of astonishment flashed across the Supreme God-King's eyes, and he even secretly concluded that this young man had definitely come to the wrong place.
At that time, Lin Chen was surrounded by an intense life force, and his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul was full of vitality. No matter how you looked at it, he should have been the one to pursue the Goddess of Life or the inheritance of a nature god. But he just happened to run into the most violent, domineering, and bloodthirsty Thunder God Ruins.
What made the God King of Destruction even more disdainful was that when Lin Chen summoned his second martial soul, that inconspicuous black iron hammer, this God King, who was used to seeing the treasures of the God Realm, could only sneer indifferently.
What kind of trouble can a useless martial spirit, as plain as iron, stir up, no matter how hard it tries?
But seeing the boy's refusal to give up and his cautious approach in the face of adversity, the God of Destruction finally felt a pang of pity and casually gave him a sliver of hope, treating it as a trivial observation.
He never expected that this seemingly wrong-path boy would stumble upon such an extraordinary opportunity.
While others might spend their entire lives trying to obtain even one external soul bone, Lin Chen easily possessed two. He dared to directly devour the Thunder God's artifact, dared to forcibly inherit the most violent Thunder God's legacy, and dared to use his soul master body to slay the god-level remnant soul, Thunderous Hell Vine. Every step he took was extremely dangerous, yet every step was precise.
After observing the whole process, the deep purple eyes of the God of Destruction, which had been silent for countless ages, finally stirred with emotion.
From Lin Chen, he saw a boldness, meticulousness, perseverance, courage, and resourcefulness far beyond his peers, and even more so, a fierce determination and arrogance that refused to bow to heaven and earth or show weakness to the gods.
Such temperament and such fortune far surpass those of the countless successors chosen for the divine throne in the past.
The God of Destruction tapped the cold armrest lightly with his fingertips, watching the boy's hurried figure heading towards the town in the light screen, and for the first time, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This supposedly uneventful test of inheritance seems to have... become quite interesting.
The God of Destruction stared at Lin Chen's departing figure in the light screen. For the first time since he had been dormant for countless ages, his divine thoughts surged violently. He had already formed the initial shape of a decision in his heart.
That's right, Thor's divine position is indeed in his hands.
The Thunder God of yesteryear was his most loyal and powerful general, and widely recognized as the strongest being below the God-King of the God Realm. His thunderous divine power was unparalleled, and he was loyal only to the Destruction lineage. When the Thunder God fell in the ancient war, the Destruction God-King personally descended to the battlefield, reclaimed the Thunder God's divine position, and incorporated it into his own. Over the years, the Thunder God's divine position had long since merged and coexisted with his Destruction God-King position. With his cultivation level, separating it was merely a matter of lifting a finger—the dual divine positions that seemed earth-shattering to others were utterly insignificant in the eyes of this first God-King.
His consideration of whether to pass on the position of God of Thunder to Lin Chen was not because Lin Chen's provocative words had angered him; on the contrary, it was because he valued talent.
Lin Chen's performance far surpassed that of any other inheritor he had ever seen: possessing the dual martial souls of life and ultimate thunder, he was resilient, bold yet meticulous, decisive in killing, and full of ingenuity. He could even manipulate god-level remnant souls and ancient ruins at will. Such a talent was a once-in-a-millennium find.
Even in the mind of the God of Destruction, an even more astonishing thought was beginning to emerge—
Is it too much of a waste to only let him inherit the title of Thor?
While the position of the God of Thunder is undoubtedly top-tier, it is ultimately only a first-level deity.
He, the God of Destruction, wields one of the most fundamental and supreme laws of the divine realm—the God of Destruction.
Gazing at the weary yet still sharp-eyed, unyielding youth reflected in the light screen, the God of Destruction's thoughts became increasingly clear:
He never intended to give the position of Thor to Lin Chen.
Instead, he wanted to personally pass on his position as the God of Destruction to this young man.
Thor is merely a stepping stone, a touchstone.
Lin Chen's potential already makes him worthy of a higher and more terrifying throne of gods.
An unprecedented expectation flickered in his deep purple eyes.
This young man, who emerged from the mortal realm, brimming with vitality yet wielding the power of thunder,
Perhaps, he is the true successor he has been waiting for for millions of years.
As the God of Destruction watched Lin Chen gradually disappear into the distance at the edge of the forest through the light screen, the decision that had been brewing in his heart for a long time surged to its peak.
His true intention was never merely to bestow upon Lin Chen the position of Thunder God, but to entrust him with the full authority of the God of Destruction, which he had held for billions of years.
The reason for doing so is as simple as it gets—
He had long grown weary of the shackles of the divine realm, yearning to break free from the constraints of the rules and venture beyond chaos to pursue a higher realm of enlightenment. But divine power was both supreme strength and an eternal bond; without finding a perfect successor, he could never truly escape. The successor must possess extraordinary strength, an iron will, and extraordinary talent, and must be naturally aligned with the laws of destruction. For countless eons, he had never encountered a suitable candidate.
Until Lin Chen appeared.
Life and thunder coexist, ruthlessness and wisdom coexist, boldness and meticulousness, unparalleled resilience—yet the very essence of thunder is a branch of the law of destruction, making the two naturally intertwined. Lin Chen is the only person in his billions of years of waiting who meets all the criteria.
He even considered directly passing on both the God of Thunder and the God of Destruction to Lin Chen, allowing him to become a dual-ranking deity in the God Realm, whose future achievements would surely surpass all previous powerhouses.
But as soon as the thought arose, the ruthless God of Destruction sighed softly.
He thought of his wife—the goddess of life.
He could pursue the Great Dao at all costs, but if he were to abandon his beloved and leave her alone to guard the God Realm, he would feel guilty for countless eons. However, if the two of them were to depart together, the difficulty would be as high as ascending to heaven—the requirements for inheriting the position of God of Life are even more demanding than those for the position of God of Destruction. One must have the world in one's heart, possess supreme vitality, and have a pure and magnanimous nature. Looking across the Three Realms, there are very few like him.
Only by entrusting the two divine positions of destruction and life to each other can the couple truly lay down their burdens and embark on a journey together.
A hint of helplessness and tenderness flickered in his deep purple eyes. The God of Destruction slowly closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment.
Finally, he murmured to himself, his voice so soft it seemed only he could hear it:
"...Let's wait and see. If we really can't find a successor to the God of Life, we can just let him inherit the God of Thunder and protect him all the way to the top of the God Realm."
The light curtain slowly dissipated, and the ancient castle returned to its deathly silence.
Meanwhile, Lin Chen, far away in the mortal realm, was unaware that he had already been secretly placed first on the succession list by the two most powerful god-kings in the divine realm.
His fate was completely rewritten the moment he stepped into Thor's Cave.
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