Divine Son Reincarnated With A Domination System

After leaving the partially destroyed house, Tang Yin walked around the surroundings, allowing his mind to wander through a myriad of things.

Although he didn't show it at first glance, the truth was that he had worried ever since he found out that an Heir was in this world, although he had already considered that possibility when he faced that guy.

However, receiving confirmation from the world is more important than a slight possibility surrounding his mind.

The problem was that he wasn't just any Heir; he was one of the most troublesome ones. An Heir who, from the beginning has his abilities inherited is not just any Heir and much less if he is the Heir of Death, the one who can give death to everything.

How is he supposed to cope with such an incredible existence?

'In the writings of our ancestors in the age of gods, he mentions several times that there is no existence more terrifying than that Heir; it's a pity he doesn't mention his abilities. Still, everything seemed to indicate that it was the Heir of Death back then, the one who put an end to the age of gods, so how powerful was that bastard?'

The most important thing is that the most important abilities of this world and the most powerful abilities of a Heir result from his Primordial Law, not his cultivation.

In that is something where Tang Yin cannot match an Heir, for he has not received any such inheritance.

He does not have the power of a Primordial Law; the only thing special about him is his soul.

But does his soul have any fighting ability?

'...Among the abilities that I know of my Divine Soul, I know of several that are useful to me in combat. But I only know the names of them and have never been able to employ them. Even so, none of them seem to be able to stand against an Heir who already received his inheritance.'

'What is my inheritance? Why am I an Heir? I originally thought it was my soul, but if it's useless to fight an Heir, then is it something else? Or maybe it's because of my soul that I will be able to inherit something in the future?' Tang Yin thought and stood before a huge tree with large branches.

The branches were spread from side to side, while on them hung poisonous fruits.

He was trying to understand a little more about his soul, so he was not looking at the tree.

His mind was inside his body, trying to understand what made him special and what he had to fight against the abilities of the most powerful Heir, so he closed his eyes.

A being capable of giving an end to any living being could not be an existence capable of matching easily.

He needed something more.

His cultivation would not be enough. The legend said that the power of the Heir of Death allows him to fight with a great difference of realms.

So, he could not think that his cultivation was enough. He needed something more.

A more powerful thing.

'...My sword skills, maybe I should hone them. That man who fought against my ancestor, he had to have once seen that Death Heir from the past, so if he created it, maybe it can work against him.' Tang Yin thought.

Still, that was not enough.

There was no way death, a being so feared by the universe, could be so easily defeated.

He soon frowned, as in his spirit, he felt the presence of his heavenly hammers.

He was born with them, and thanks to them, he is so feared right now. Because of them, he attained the strength he has now, for they are his talent.

But they were born for his soul. Without the presence of the Divine Soul, two heavenly hammers would never have appeared in one body.

That is why his soul and his celestial hammers are one.

While he was thinking like this, he sensed something else.

'My attribute... It is also part of my soul.' He thought and looked at nothingness then as he floated in the middle of his spirit world.

Still, his attribute could not be compared to a primordial attribute. There was too much difference.

'How annoying this is.' Tang Yin thought and stepped out of his world, giving up.

His hammer and soul were unique; he knew that. But, one primordial attribute was still more extraordinary.

Still, the moment he opened his eyes and looked at the fruit-laden tree before him, he frowned the moment he was about to think about giving up.

For some reason, a strange sight he had seen long ago came to him.

'The Galaxy...' He thought, looking at the tree.

On several occasions, he had the opportunity to see his world from a considerable distance, from the farthest world of his galaxy, also the largest of all and, at the same time, a dead world.

Whenever he saw that view, he thought his world (the galaxy) was like a giant tree, where each world was a fruit.

So, when he saw this tree laden with fruit, he felt it was very similar.

The difference was that in his world, there were no branches to support the worlds; there were only stars and more stars that made them look like branches.

'If I think of the fruit as the worlds, then the tree would be the universe. A huge tree with countless fruits, yet what would the branches represent?' He thought. He felt that thinking about this made no sense, but somehow, he could not stop his thoughts.

And so, he plunged into deep thoughts, trying to understand a little more about it.

Soon, his eyes sparkled slightly.

'When the wind shakes the branches of the trees, they drop their fruits, which then tend to rot and cease to serve. Would not the branches and the wind represent the Natural Laws? The Natural Law of Life allows the existence of the branches and the worlds, sustaining them in harmony, but the Natural Law of Death is the cruel wind that strikes and destroys these worlds and the harmony of Life.'

'Both exert perfect control over existence and worlds; perhaps they are necessary for the pre-existence of the universe... I see. That is why the Heirs exist, isn't it? To be a representation of the Primordial Laws, so that it can always pre-exist the universe along with its laws.' He thought.

But here, the situation of himself entered once again into a dilemma.

He is an Heir, but he does not control a Primordial Law.

'Wait...' He thought and remembered the Law of Control.

This is a law that everyone considers enigmatic, but no one has been able to figure out its origin or cultivate it. Perhaps this was the first time someone had the Law of Control in their hand.

But everyone knows about this enigmatic Law.

His father never saw it, but he knew it was mysterious. His master could never witness it, but he always mentioned that it could be a Primordial Law, for its origins are unknown.

No one ever saw anyone exercise the Law of Control, but then, how do they know of its existence? How do they know it is enigmatic if they have never seen it?

'It's as if... it pre-existed in the mind, like the universe.' He thought, looking at the tree in front of him again.