Di Hong

Douro Continent.

Heaven Dou Empire.

Silves Kingdom, Silvis City.

As one of the subsidiary kingdoms of the Heaven Dou Empire, Silvis City, the capital of the Silves Kingdom, was exceptionally bustling. The streets were filled with a continuous stream of carriages and horses, people coming and going, and merchants shouting energetically in hopes of attracting more customers.

Inside the royal palace on the north side of the royal city.

Unlike the hustle and bustle outside, the entire royal palace was exceptionally grand, solemn, and quiet. Except for the sound of armor clashing as patrolling soldiers passed by, there was basically no other excess sound. Palace servants and maids walked with their heads lowered, not making the slightest noise.

Inside a room within the royal palace.

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

The boy had a head of short, fire-red hair and wore magnificent red robes embroidered with flame patterns. Although still very young and not yet fully grown, he was exceptionally handsome, and his slightly chubby cheeks gave anyone who looked at them an urge to reach out and pinch them.

In addition, the boy had a pair of bright eyes, his fire-red pupils looking like gemstones.

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

Di Yuan had four children—three boys and one girl. As for the youngest, Di Hong, the whole family could be said to have showered him with undivided affection. By now, Di Hong's two older brothers and one older sister had all reached adulthood, and his third sister, Di Yan, was already married.

In this regard, Di Hong had to admire his father, who remained vigorous in his old age and lost none of his heroic spirit. By the time Di Hong was born, Di Yuan was already close to sixty, and now he was rapidly approaching seventy.

Six years.

Looking at the clear sky, Di Hong let out a sigh of emotion.

Actually, he had a secret: he was a time traveler. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person who accidentally transmigrated to this world. He felt no discomfort whatsoever regarding the transmigration, and back when he used to read those novels in his past life, he even felt a sense of eager anticipation.

At the very beginning of his transmigration, he had no idea what kind of world he had come to, knowing only that his status in this lifetime was very high—he was a prince of a kingdom. Although not the eldest son, it was still enough for him to live a life of ease and splendor.

Later on, however, he learned that he had actually transmigrated into the world of Douluo Dalu. This time, he could no longer remain calm.

Although he was not a die-hard Douluo fan and hadn't read the novels very much, he had watched the anime. Knowing what would happen in the future made him somewhat panicked, because he was a prince of the Silves Kingdom, which meant that the war launched by Spirit Hall in the future would definitely implicate them.

Moreover, he also knew that Spirit Hall was bound to lose; no matter how formidable a faction was, it was no match for the protagonist group.

He had once considered defecting to Spirit Hall first and then directly getting rid of the protagonists so there would be no obstacles, but he quickly gave up on the idea. After all, he was a prince of the kingdom; if the kingdom defected to Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire would definitely not let them go.

As for defecting to the protagonist group—are you kidding me? You'd be risking your life just to surrender. Besides, even if you did surrender to the protagonist group, you wouldn't get any benefits. When the war ended and the mainland returned to the way it was, the only difference would be the absence of Spirit Hall.

While that was safer, he was all too aware that when Spirit Hall expanded, people like him would be the very first ones killed.

Just as he didn't know what to do, he suddenly discovered a problem.

That was, he seemed to have transmigrated a bit too early—and by several decades at that.

The current Pope of Spirit Hall was not that Secret Chamber Douluo Qian Xunji, nor was it Bibi Dong, but rather Qian Daoliu. Furthermore, the Clear Sky Sect had not yet gone into seclusion, and the sect master was still Tang Chen. Even the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire was not yet Xue Ye.

Xue Ye was still a crown prince at present.

After gathering a limited amount of information later on, he was able to roughly guess the timeline he belonged to.

Knowing the timeline he was in, Di Hong wasn't quite as panicked, because he had a full several decades to prepare. At this time, let alone Tang San, even his dad Tang Hao was probably still a minor.

Right now, the only thing he needed to worry about was Martial Soul Awakening.

Yesterday, he had just celebrated his sixth birthday, and today was the day of his martial soul awakening.

In this world, the quality of a martial soul and innate soul power were extremely important, especially innate soul power. The higher the innate soul power, the higher one's future achievements would be. If the innate soul power was low, then future achievements probably wouldn't be very high unless one encountered a great opportunity.

Their family's inherited martial soul was the Vermilion Bird. Although it didn't reach the level of a top-grade martial soul, it still ranked very high among martial souls, and it was rumored to possess a trace of phoenix bloodline—though whether that was true or false, he didn't know.

The martial soul was quite good, but in that future war, it seemed somewhat inadequate.

Although their martial soul was good, their family's cultivation talent was generally quite ordinary. Di Yuan was nearly seventy, yet his soul power level was only eighty-second rank, making it difficult for him to break through to Title Douluo in this lifetime. His eldest brother, Di Yuan, had an innate soul power of rank six and was now only a Soul Ancestor.

His second brother, Di Ming, had an innate soul power of rank five and had only just cultivated to Soul Elder.

His father's soul power level of eighty-two could still be considered very good on the mainland, because the number of Title Douluo was limited; there were only so many across the entire mainland, and Soul Douluos already belonged to the category of powerhouses.

Besides, Di Yuan was also the strongest person in the kingdom.

Given the current reality, Di Hong could only pray that his innate soul power would be a bit higher, and it would be even better if his martial soul underwent a beneficial mutation. As a time traveler, he couldn't afford to shame his predecessors.

This was also tied to his future. Since he had transmigrated to this world, he naturally wanted to become a powerhouse standing at the peak of the mountain. If not at the peak, then at the very bottom; the middle of the mountain was the most uncomfortable place to be.

Knock, knock, knock~

A knock sounded, and the voice of a servant came from outside the door.

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

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

The corridor leading to the main hall was exceptionally desolate. Aside from the guards on duty, there wasn't a single person around. In the past, one could see many people coming and going here; they were usually the kingdom's nobles, generals, and ministers.

But today, none of these people had come.

Aside from his own family, no one else attended his martial soul awakening ceremony. Today's ceremony was solely for him to awaken his martial soul by himself.

As a prince of the kingdom, his awakening ceremony naturally did not require the hosting of Spirit Hall.

Many paintings hung on the walls of the corridor, and Vermilion Bird sculptures were also carved into the walls. Not only here, but the entire royal palace featured numerous sculptures of the Vermilion Bird. The Vermilion Bird was the symbol of their kingdom, just as the swan was the symbol of the Heaven Dou Empire.

The kingdom's flags were also embroidered with the Vermilion Bird.

As doors opened one after another, Di Hong soon arrived in front of the royal palace's main hall.

Accompanied by guards wearing fire-red armor pushing the hall doors open.

The interior of the hall was very spacious, with one woman and three men waiting inside.

After Di Hong walked in, the hall doors slowly closed.

Upon the throne, a middle-aged man who looked to be around thirty-something looked with a smile at Di Hong as he walked over.

He was the current King of Silves, which was Di Hong's father, Di Yuan.

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