Emperor Hong

Douluo Continent.

Heaven Dou Empire.

Silves Kingdom, Silvis City.

As one of the vassal kingdoms of the Heaven Dou Empire and its capital, Silvis City was exceptionally prosperous. The streets were crowded with carriages and pedestrians, while vendors called out energetically in hopes of attracting more customers.

Inside the Royal Palace north of the royal city.

Unlike the bustling prosperity outside, the entire Royal Palace was imposing, solemn, and dignified. Aside from the clatter of armor from the patrolling soldiers, there was barely any unnecessary noise. The palace servants and maids walked with their heads lowered, making not a sound.

Inside one of the Royal Palace's rooms.

A six-year-old boy sat by the window, staring blankly at the sky.

The boy had short, fiery-red hair and wore red finery embroidered with flame patterns. Although he was still young and had yet to fully grow into his features, he was exceptionally delicate-looking. His slightly chubby cheeks made people want to pinch them.

Besides that, the boy had a pair of bright eyes. His fiery-red pupils looked like gemstones.

The boy was named Di Hong. He was the fourth son and youngest child of Di Yuan, the current King of the Silves Kingdom.

Di Yuan had four children—three sons and one daughter. As the youngest, Di Hong had received all the love the family could give him. His two older brothers and elder sister had already come of age, and his third sister, Di Yan, had already married.

On this point, Di Hong had no choice but to admire his father. Even in old age, he was still vigorous and virile. When Di Hong was born, Di Yuan was already nearly sixty, and now he was almost seventy.

"Six years."

Staring at the clear sky, Di Hong let out a sigh.

In truth, he had a secret: he was a transmigrator. In his previous life, he had been nothing more than an ordinary person who had accidentally transmigrated into this world. He felt no discomfort about it—in fact, when he had read those novels in his previous life, he had even felt a vague sense of anticipation.

At the beginning of his transmigration, he had not known what kind of world he had entered. He only knew that his status in this life was extremely high: he was a prince of a kingdom. Although he was not the eldest son, that was still enough to let him live a carefree life.

Later, however, he learned that he had actually transmigrated into the world of Douluo I. At that point, he could no longer remain calm.

Although he was not a die-hard Douluo fan and had barely read the novels, he had watched the anime. He knew what would happen in the future, and that made him panic somewhat. As the prince of the Silves Kingdom, he was destined to be caught up in the war that the Spirit Hall would eventually launch.

Moreover, he knew perfectly well that the Spirit Hall was doomed to lose. No matter how powerful a force was, it would be useless against the protagonist group.

He had considered joining the Spirit Hall first and then directly killing the protagonists so that there would be no obstacles left. But he quickly abandoned that idea. After all, he was a prince of the kingdom. If the kingdom allied itself with the Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire would certainly never forgive them.

As for joining the protagonist group—what a joke. That would be staking his life on it. Besides, even if he joined them, he would not gain much. Once the war ended, the continent would return to normal. The only difference would be that the Spirit Hall would be gone.

Although that option was relatively safe, he knew all too well that when the Spirit Hall expanded, people like him would be the first to be killed.

Just when he did not know what to do, he suddenly discovered a problem.

He seemed to have transmigrated somewhat too early—several decades too early, in fact.

The current Pope of the Spirit Hall was neither that Secret Chamber Douluo, Qian Xunji, nor Bibi Dong. It was Qian Daoliu. The Clear Sky Sect had not gone into seclusion either; its Sect Master was still Tang Chen. Even the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire was not Xue Ye yet.

At present, Xue Ye was still the Crown Prince.

After gathering a limited amount of information, he was able to roughly determine the timeline he had arrived in.

Once he knew the timeline he was in, Di Hong was no longer as panicked. He had several decades to prepare. At this point, let alone Tang San—even his father, Tang Hao, was probably still underage.

The only thing he needed to worry about now was Martial Soul Awakening.

Yesterday, he had just celebrated his sixth birthday. Today was the day he would awaken his Martial Soul.

In this world, the quality of one's Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power were both extremely important, especially Innate Soul Power. The higher one's Innate Soul Power, the greater one's future achievements would be. If one's Innate Soul Power was low, future accomplishments would probably be limited unless one encountered a great opportunity.

His family's inherited Martial Soul was the Vermilion Bird. Although it did not reach the level of a Top-grade Martial Soul, it was still considered excellent among Martial Souls. It was said to possess a trace of Phoenix bloodline, though he had no idea whether that was true.

His Martial Soul was quite good, but it would seem inadequate in the war of the future.

Although their Martial Soul was decent, the family's cultivation talent was generally ordinary. Di Yuan was nearly seventy, yet his Soul Power Level was only rank eighty-two, making it difficult for him to break through to the rank of Titled Douluo in this lifetime. His eldest brother, Di Yang, had an Innate Soul Power of six and was now only a Soul Ancestor.

His Second Brother, Di Ming, had an Innate Soul Power of five and had only just reached the rank of Soul Elder.

His father's Soul Power Level of rank eighty-two was already considered quite impressive on the continent. After all, the number of Titled Douluo was limited; there were only so many across the entire continent. Soul Douluo were already considered powerful figures.

Moreover, Di Yuan was the strongest person in the kingdom.

Given the current situation, Di Hong could only pray that his Innate Soul Power would be higher. It would be even better if his Martial Soul underwent a positive mutation. As a transmigrator, he could not disgrace his predecessors.

This was also connected to his future. Since he had transmigrated into this world, he naturally wanted to become a powerhouse and stand at the summit. If he could not stand at the summit, then he would rather be at the bottom—the halfway point was the most miserable place to be.

"Knock, knock, knock~"

A knock sounded at the door, followed by a servant's voice from outside.

"Your Highness Prince, the time has come. The Great King has sent me to ask you to come over."

Di Hong stood up, straightened his clothes, and then left the bedroom.

The corridor leading to the main hall was extremely quiet. Aside from the guards on duty, there was no one else there. Usually, many people passed through this place, most of them nobles, generals, and ministers of the kingdom.

But today, none of them had come.

Apart from his family, no one was attending his Martial Soul Awakening ceremony. Today, he would be the only one awakening his Martial Soul.

As the prince of the kingdom, his awakening ceremony naturally did not need to be hosted by the Spirit Hall.

Many paintings hung on the walls of the passage, and statues of Vermilion Birds were carved into them as well. Not just here—even the entire Royal Palace contained many Vermilion Bird sculptures. The Vermilion Bird was the symbol of their kingdom, just as the Swan was the symbol of the Heaven Dou Empire.

The kingdom's flag was also embroidered with the Vermilion Bird.

One door after another opened, and Di Hong soon arrived before the main hall of the Royal Palace.

The guards in fiery-red armor opened the hall doors.

The hall was extremely spacious. Four people—one woman and three men—were waiting inside.

After Di Hong entered, the hall doors slowly closed.

On the throne, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties watched Di Hong approach with a smile.

He was the current King of the Silves Kingdom, and Di Hong's father—Di Yuan.

This book is extremely poisonous. Read with caution.