Abandoned Infant of Dragon Valley

Douluo Continent, an unknown valley.

Colorful clouds drifted through the sky, while enormous skeletons covered the ground.

These skeletons emanated an ancient aura, as though they had come from primordial times.

Though only their bones remained, their noble and tyrannical presence was still unmistakable.

"Waa... waa!"

Suddenly, an infant's cries rang out through the silent valley.

At the source of the cries, a beam of Nine-Colored Light shot straight into the heavens.

In an instant, the entire valley erupted into turmoil.

Countless colored clouds in the sky surged madly toward the Nine-Colored Light.

Red, yellow, green, azure, blue, black, gold, and clouds of every other color rushed forward, each vying to be first.

The skeletons that had stood silently throughout the valley also seemed to come alive.

Deep Dragon's Roars rose and fell, echoing across the entire valley.

At the deepest part of the valley, another incomparably dazzling Nine-Colored Light suddenly burst forth.

The two beams of Nine-Colored Light seemed to resonate with each other, growing brighter and brighter.

No one knew how much time passed.

"Buzz!"

The space above the valley suddenly split open, forming a pitch-black spatial rift.

Then, silver light flashed as a silver figure quietly emerged from the rift.

The silver figure stood in midair. She wore a silver gown, her face concealed by a silver veil, while a cascade of silver-white hair fell straight to her waist.

Seeing that the valley had fallen into chaos, the silver figure shifted her gaze toward the place where countless colored clouds were frantically gathering.

At once, the incomparably brilliant Nine-Colored Light entered her sight.

Her entire body stiffened, and a trace of shock flashed through her purple eyes.

She quickly extended her right hand. Her fair, delicate hand was as flawless as the finest jade.

With a gentle beckoning motion, the Nine-Colored Light fell into her hand.

She glanced down and discovered that it was actually an infant less than a month old.

Then her eyes narrowed. Sensing that incomparably familiar yet overwhelmingly powerful force, her expression beneath the veil changed slightly. Amid her disbelief, there was also a joy she could not conceal.

She abruptly turned toward the depths of the valley. The Nine-Colored Light flickering there seemed to be telling her something.

Her eyes shifted before gradually turning resolute. She looked once more at the countless towering skeletons below, her expression tinged with sorrow.

Hatred flashed through her eyes. Holding the infant, she flickered once and vanished into the spatial rift.

As the two departed, the valley, which had been in turmoil, gradually returned to its former tranquility.

Heaven Dou Empire.

In a remote region near the Star Dou Great Forest stood a small city.

The city was not prosperous and could not compare with the major cities or great metropolises. Most of its residents were commoners, with few nobles among them.

In the northwestern corner of the city was a cluster of houses, home to many commoners.

"Huff!"

"Huff!"

Heavy panting echoed through an alley.

A child of around six was running through the alley while holding up an enormous cauldron.

Beneath the cauldron, the child looked rather small. Yet he forcibly held aloft a cauldron that even adults could not budge, running forward with firm steps.

Every step he took was steady. After he passed, clear footprints were left on the alley road.

"Creak!"

"Bang!"

After running several laps, the child stopped before a courtyard.

The tightly shut gate was kicked open, slamming into the wall with a thunderous bang.

Holding the cauldron, the child stepped through the gate and set it down in an open area.

When the cauldron hit the ground, it let out a dull thud, as if even the earth had been shaken, showing just how heavy it was.

"I'm exhausted!"

Su Yu muttered as he raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His little face was flushed red.

The cauldron weighed over a thousand jin. Even ordinary adults could not move it.

Though he possessed Innate Divine Strength, carrying the cauldron while running four or five laps around the alley had still drained a great deal of his stamina.

"I should take a bath first. Uncle Tian and Aunt Bi will be here soon."

Su Yu murmured to himself, then trotted straight into the house on his short legs.

Without caring about the sweat all over his body, he boiled a pot of hot water and happily took a warm bath.

After rinsing himself with warm water, he picked up a basin of cold water and poured it over himself from head to toe, immediately feeling refreshed.

After washing himself clean and changing into fresh clothes, Su Yu felt as though he had completely come back to life.

He found a piece of fruit in the kitchen and held it between his teeth, then leaned listlessly against the doorway. In his large, bright black eyes flickered a calmness and wisdom that did not match his age.

"Six years... Before I knew it, I'd already been in Douluo Continent for six years."

Su Yu sighed inwardly.

That was right. He was not originally from Douluo Continent, but a Transmigrator.

Moreover, he had transmigrated with his physical body.

Something akin to becoming young again.

Douluo Continent was utterly different from his previous world.

This was a place where strength reigned supreme. The strong possessed everything, while the weak could only crawl on the ground and be slaughtered at others' whim.

Without sufficient strength, it was impossible to control one's own fate.

"The worst part is that this is the era of Douluo 2. If it were the era of Douluo 1, things might have been easier."

Su Yu shook his head inwardly.

During the era of Douluo 2, every sort of monster and freak existed, and God Kings stood high above, manipulating the fates of all living beings.

The era of Douluo 1 had been chaotic as well, but at least Evil Soul Masters had not been rampant everywhere.

There would have been at least a little more security.

Moreover, during the era of Douluo 2, if one wanted to rise above the rest without sufficient background or status, it was exceedingly difficult.

For commoners to produce an outstanding child, it was even harder than it had been ten thousand years ago.

"Uncle Tian and the others will come take me to awaken my Martial Soul soon, but where would a Transmigrator like me get a Martial Soul?"

A trace of worry appeared in Su Yu's eyes.

No matter how talented a person of Douluo Continent might be, or whether they possessed Soul Power, they would certainly have a Martial Soul.

But where would a Transmigrator like him get one?

And without a Martial Soul, how could he gain a foothold in this world where Martial Souls reigned supreme?

Could he rely on his Innate Divine Strength?

Though he did not know why he had been born with such absurd strength, no matter how strong he was, without a Martial Soul, he would ultimately never amount to much.

Besides, although he was strong, he had not truly reached the level of breaking all techniques with a single force.

Forget a Soul Elder—even if he encountered a slightly stronger Soul Grandmaster, he would be finished.

Great strength did not mean great combat power!