Everything Begins Again

It began, it ended; everything happened so quickly. Things that should never have happened had happened. In truth, preparations had already been made. This was precisely what he had done. Yes, all of this was his own doing...

For what? For whom? Of course, he had considered these things himself. Yet this could also be seen as an excuse for something else. To shake off that person's entanglement? No, because there, the long years of following and companionship had finally borne fruit.

Was it for that promise, or merely a joking remark? Perhaps. That was entirely possible. For him, was it a wish? And behind that wish lay something desired by someone who did not originally belong here. Or rather, something most people desired. Everyone—yes, everyone—had made their preparations. They had prepared themselves as well.

But all of this was only the beginning.

What? You were asking how this could possibly be a beginning—hadn't he changed something?

Of course. He had changed that so-called "something," and changed quite a lot. But that did not mean that once the original things had been driven away or avoided, they would never return. Many things could not be avoided, and with a certain butterfly effect added in, more problems—and new problems—arose.

In fact, there had long been signs of these matters. The root cause of why he would leave was not here, not in this world. The first time had been voluntary; the second had been an accident. Perhaps there would even be a third and a fourth time. But there would definitely be an end to it all.

This time, could he avoid a third time? Maybe he could, maybe he could not. Nothing would ever go entirely smoothly—not even with cheat powers. Though some people were exceptions. The same was true for that man. He had made preparations, but perhaps he would forget something, perhaps something would remain, perhaps he would remember something.

Tell me, would someone once again help him, accompany him, and wait for him?

Of course there would. That was certain. After all, for someone who did not originally belong to this world and had transmigrated here... Hmm, how did stories usually put it? Forget it, that was not important. In any case, someone like him would not lack what certain people lacked, because he had come here and experienced it twice.

But perhaps things would not be completely peaceful and smooth. That was impossible as well.

Once again, there, his story began anew. The second time—yes, just as had been said before.

Oh, after all that, you still did not really know what this was about? Then, had you heard of Douluo Continent? Yes, that Douluo Continent. Right, that one... The journey was beginning once more. And this time, what sort of situation would he find himself in?

Well, just watch and see.

After saying so much, it must have become rather boring, right? Then let us mention one more thing. That person had changed all of this. Over a long period of time, someone had appeared—someone who had changed many things long before this moment. Because he understood, and because he wanted to change them.

At the very least, the Soul Beasts, Magical Beasts, Divine Beasts, and others on Douluo Continent could now gradually ascend to the God Realm. And all of this was thanks to him and the people who helped him. But amid the things of the past, the long history of slaughter, and the fact that humans were sometimes killed in return, could all grievances truly be erased one hundred percent?

The answer was that most of those so-called "grievances" had indeed been erased. The Soul Beasts who ascended to the God Realm were not blindly obedient either. Although they should listen to the more powerful Divine Beasts, aside from that, because of his decisions and changes, they would also heed some of his thoughts. In other words, some of the Divine Beasts now in the God Realm basically followed that person.

And was he truly, completely human?

Meanwhile, in the God Realm, there stood a villa.

It was an elegant private villa, and one could tell at a glance that it belonged to a wealthy family. Tall fences wound with bewitching rose thorns enclosed it; expensive sofas and chairs were arranged in the courtyard. Slanting sunlight fell down, and mottled light and shadow revealed the courtyard's luxury. Beyond the grand doors adorned with hollow relief carvings lay an even more lavish hall. Its magnificent design and glittering golden decorations further emphasized the immense wealth of the villa's owner.

On a terrace, a woman gazed into the distance with a sorrowful expression. Her figure was graceful and alluring, yet also clearly the result of rigorous training. Her long, wavy pink-blue hair was wrapped in a cloth scarf, and a veil covered her face. When her hair was let down, it could cover her entire back and fall all the way to her hips. She was around 185 to 190 centimeters tall.

Inside the woman's room were two objects of exceptional significance. One was a group photograph containing five people. The other was a long spear hanging on the wall. It was golden-red and incredibly long, a weapon that radiated overwhelming power at first glance. The sharp tips at both ends possessed a translucent quality. Nearly five meters long, the spear bore faint dragon-shaped dark patterns that flickered in and out of view across its surface, giving off a strange luster.

The woman then turned and walked into the room, picked up the photograph, and returned to the terrace.

"How... are you doing now?"

"So you're here. Everyone is getting ready to gather."

At that moment, another woman spoke from the lawn below when she spotted the pink-blue-haired woman.