Mo Yu

The Great Thousand World, the northwest of the Dou Qi Continent.

Jia Ma Empire, Wu Tan City, a small house southeast of the Xiao Family compound.

"Mo Sha, Han Shuang, you rats actually joined forces in secret to harm me. Even if I fall into the Nine Nether Hell, I will never let you off!"

The once-peaceful Xiao Family house suddenly rang with an eerily terrifying voice, as if divine thunder had descended from the heavens and exploded with a deafening boom!

Those terrifying words had come from the mouth of a pale-faced youth lying on the bed inside the house.

The Youth had a tender face, yet his handsome and refined features were impossible to conceal. His body was thin, but his tall, slender frame was nearly perfectly proportioned. If nothing unexpected happened, he would surely grow into a handsome man capable of captivating countless Young Girls.

Yet at this moment, a terrifying, savage expression utterly at odds with his age showed on the Youth's tender face. Purple lightning faintly flashed in his eyes, making him resemble the Thunder God from the tales.

Seeing this scene, the blue-robed Old Man by the bed was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, he cried out in delight. His Cloudy Old Eyes instantly cleared as he looked at the Youth who had awakened on the bed and shouted excitedly like a child.

"Yu'er, you... you're awake! That's wonderful! I thought... I thought...!"

As he spoke, the Old Man could not help shedding tears.

The Youth on the bed was the Old Man's Grandson. Seeing his Grandson, who had been unconscious for days, wake up, the Old Man burst into tears of joy.

"What happened? Didn't I... die?"

Startled by the Old Man's sobs, the Youth finally came to his senses. The anger in his eyes faded, and after his gaze cleared, he began observing his surroundings and the weeping Old Man before him.

With his keen senses, he could naturally tell that the Old Man's crying was not feigned but an honest outpouring of emotion.

Yet he did not know the other party. Besides, he had no family.

At that thought, the Youth suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if a bomb had exploded inside his mind, causing him to fall unconscious once more.

This scene frightened the Old Man beside him again. Only after discovering that the Youth's breathing was steady and his heartbeat normal did he slowly relax. After helping the Youth lie properly and tucking the covers around him, he tiptoed quietly out of the room.

Time passed. Before he knew it, fifteen minutes had gone by.

"The Dou Qi Continent, Wu Tan City's Xiao Family... I'm Mo Yu?"

After regaining consciousness, the Youth gently rubbed his somewhat aching forehead. At the same time, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind, gradually leaving him somewhat bewildered.

However, that bewilderment vanished at once, and clarity returned to the Youth's eyes.

He had been reborn.

The reason the Youth reacted so quickly was that this was not his first rebirth!

In his first life, he had been an ordinary university student on Blue Star. Before graduating, he had accidentally fallen off a cliff and died during a class-organized mountain-climbing trip.

In his second life, he had arrived in a world called the Divine Firmament Continent. Under the heavens' favor, he had reached the realm of peak Strong Person on the continent in little more than a decade. His achievements had been extraordinary, worthy of the title "transmigrator." Yet when he attempted to "break through the void," he was Sneak Attacked by his "Companions" and died on the spot!

At this thought, fury that blazed to the heavens appeared in the Youth's eyes, and he said resentfully, "Mo Sha, Han Shuang, you deserve to die!"

In his Previous Life, although his talent had been exceedingly rare throughout the world, his origins had been humble. Thus, as he rose, he had inevitably offended many of the continent's top powers. He had even snatched food from the mouths of tigers in those top sects and super clans more than once.

He had originally thought that, after reaching the peak of the continent, all those matters would be over.

However, during the "Ten Gods Breaking Through the Void," the other seven gods, secretly instigated by Mo Sha and Han Shuang, had joined forces to Sneak Attack him.

Fortunately, he had narrowly escaped death. Taking advantage of the moment he "broke through the void," he had preserved a wisp of his remnant soul and traveled to this continent.

In this life, his name was Mo Yu.

"The Dou Qi Continent, the Xiao Family." Upon learning that he had been reborn for a third time, even Mo Yu, who had stood at the peak of the continent in his Previous Life, could not hide the surprise in his eyes.

When he had first transmigrated to the Divine Firmament Continent in his Previous Life, he had already harbored suspicions about this world, but he had not dared confirm them. Now, upon hearing the name Dou Qi Continent, he immediately understood.

The Great Thousand World!

Thinking of the novel he had read in his first life, a bitter smile appeared at the Corner of the Mouth.

The various fortuitous encounters and rapid rise in strength during his Previous Life had once made him believe that he was the Son of the Plane. But now he realized that it was not him, but the Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor, who would later resound throughout the Great Thousand World. He could not help feeling somewhat dejected.

However, after the trials of his second life, he was no longer that inexperienced university student ignorant of worldly affairs. He was a super Strong Person who had once stood at the peak of the continent.

He quickly cast aside his distracting thoughts. At present, only three things mattered most to him.

Strength. Strength. And more strength!

Whether it was Xiao Yan or Lin Dong, neither had anything to do with him now. Only strength mattered most. Besides, Mo Yu did not believe he would necessarily lose to these two Sons of the Plane.

Thinking of those bastards from the Divine Firmament Continent, Mo Yu made up his mind. Even if they fled to the Great Thousand World, he would personally send them to hell!

"Yu'er, you're awake! Come, take your medicine."

Just then, a blue-robed Old Man entered. He was none other than Steward Mo, the current manager of the Xiao Family compound.

Mo Yu's current identity was Steward Mo's only Grandson.

Seeing that Mo Yu's face was still pale but his spirits had improved considerably, a kindly smile appeared on the Old Man's aged face. Yet he seemed to think of something, for the kind expression vanished, replaced by solemnity.

"Yu'er, I know you like practicing martial arts and have a strong competitive streak, but you've been weak since childhood. You mustn't act recklessly."

As it turned out, the Original Body had been too eager to practice martial arts. Combined with his already frail and sickly body, his Dou Qi had become disordered during one moment of carelessness, rushing wildly through his meridians and killing him. That was precisely when Mo Yu's remnant soul had slipped into the opening.

After understanding his situation, Mo Yu had calmed down.

Remaining composed in danger and dealing with matters calmly—this was one of the secrets that had allowed him to overcome every crisis in his Previous Life.

Mo Yu did not reject the Old Man's advice. Instead, he solemnly nodded.

Although his soul occupied this body, the Original Body's obsession allowed Mo Yu to realize that the relationship between this pair of Grandfather and Grandson had certainly been excellent in the past.

Seeing how obedient "Mo Yu" was, the blue-robed Old Man also smiled and nodded. After casually giving him a few more instructions, he closed the door and let the Youth rest.

"Four segments of Dou Qi. It seems the Original Body really was no ordinary weakling," Mo Yu murmured softly after sensing the strength of this body.

Although cultivation systems differed between planes, the source of power was the same. Combined with the information he had absorbed from his mind, Mo Yu quickly sensed the strength of this body.

"If I remember correctly, after the Old Yao absorbed the Dou Qi inside Xiao Yan—the fallen Genius—for three years, Xiao Yan still had the strength of three segments of Dou Qi. Compared to that, the Original Body really is a piece of trash. No wonder his Dou Qi rushed through his meridians and killed him."

Mo Yu sighed, rendered somewhat speechless by the Original Body's talent.

But since he had come, he would make the best of it.

Having lived another life, this 'Thunder God' of the Divine Firmament Continent looked toward the Dou Qi Continent and the journey ahead with soaring ambition!

As he indulged in his aspirations, Mo Yu noticed his divine soul space. His expression stiffened as if he had seen something unbelievable. Then, immense joy surged into his heart, and dazzling light burst from the Youth's normally placid eyes.

"Profound Thunder, I never expected you to be reborn with me!"