Transmigration

Yun Mu felt as though his consciousness had been submerged in warm water. There seemed to be halos of light within the haze. Hadn't he died? Had he been reincarnated?

But shouldn't he have drunk Meng Po Soup and forgotten his previous life? Why did he still clearly remember buying a fake secret manual for five yuan out of pity for an old man selling books, only to lose consciousness when a large truck suddenly swerved toward him as he crossed the street?

He had stopped breathing on the spot—surely that truck hadn't done it on purpose?

"Xiao Zi, we really have a child. What should we name him?"

"Xiao Zi, stop. Xiao Wu is carrying a child too. Don't hurt her..."

"As long as Tang San..."

Xiao Wu? Tang San? No way—had he transmigrated into Douluo Continent? And was this Legend of the Divine Realm?

Then wouldn't his biological parents be the Life God King and the Destruction God King? Damn it, he was going to become an orphan again, Yun Mu thought mournfully.

Time passed swiftly. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he was born. Everyone in the God of Destruction's faction, aside from the God of Destruction, was overjoyed.

At that moment, the God of Destruction, Zhou Weiqing, was wondering how to deliver the news to Tang San.

Perhaps because he was a baby, he spent most of his time asleep. Only later did he learn that it was because his own divine position was being conceived within his body. While asleep, his body could unconsciously absorb the Immortal Spiritual Qi of the God Realm.

Yet at every moment, he could feel the love the God of Life and the God of Destruction had for him. Unfortunately, the good times did not last.

He suddenly felt two warm, vast powers surge into his cold body like winter sunlight—the aura of destruction from his father and the aura of life from his mother, both incomparably familiar to him.

For an instant, the sensation made him think he had returned to a safe embrace.

Those were their divine positions. This day had finally come.

The next moment, an utterly unfamiliar person picked him up.

"Xiao Ao, he's so pitiful. His parents died not long after he was born," Ning Rongrong said sympathetically.

"Let's hurry and take him to Third Brother. Wulin's body won't hold on much longer. Third Brother probably wants to send this child and Tang Wulin to Douluo Continent together," Oscar said helplessly.

Ning Rongrong let out a breath. "Sigh, perhaps this is for the best. After all, we still don't know whether our God Realm can survive the Spatial Turbulence."

The two quickly flew away, and after that, he knew nothing.

Yun Mu felt as though something was tugging at his body. Suddenly, a powerful force emerged within him and protected his fragile body, but he could feel that force gradually wearing away.

Yun Mu cursed inwardly: My mother even blessed your son at the permanent cost of five percent of her divine power, yet you won't give me even a shred of divine power to protect myself. Are you trying to grind away the divine power my parents left me? Tang San, I'm not done with you.

Aolai City.

"Tang Ziran, why did you bring home another child?" Lang Yue looked at the child before her and felt a headache coming on.

"Sigh, honey, I found this child on my way home from work. He'd been abandoned by the roadside. I just felt sorry for him, so..." Tang Ziran said helplessly.

Looking at the exquisitely adorable child in Tang Ziran's arms, Lang Yue's maternal instincts instantly overflowed.

"Fine, fine. Tomorrow, we'll ask the Federation whether anyone has lost a child. If not, we'll adopt him," Lang Yue said with a sigh.

Tang Wulin, beside Lang Yue, was very well-behaved. He neither cried nor fussed, but inwardly, he sighed.

They were only an ordinary family. Raising two children would indeed be a burden, yet looking at that pitiful child, they could not bear to leave him behind.

Yun Mu sensed that someone was holding him, their voice exceptionally gentle.

He babbled twice, trying to poke his head out and see where he was.

Unfortunately, Tang Ziran, worried that he might catch a chill, wrapped him even more tightly.

"I wonder which of these two children is older. Should Tang Wulin be the older brother, or should this child be?" Although Tang Ziran had yet to visit the Federation government to confirm anything, he had already made up his mind.

Yun Mu's heart instantly rose to his throat. He was the older brother!

But he knew that judging from the circumstances in which Tang Ziran had found him, he had most likely been abandoned.

"Judging by their size, this child should be a little older," Lang Yue said with a smile as she looked at the two children.

Yun Mu let out a breath—he absolutely could not rank below someone else. The position of older brother had to be his.

He did not actually hold any ill will toward Tang Wulin. After all, he had not enjoyed anything Tang San had brought him, and staying by Tang Wulin's side could also confuse Tang Hao and Ah Yin.

If he truly opposed Tang Wulin, he would definitely be killed. It would be better to genuinely build a good relationship with Tang Wulin and make Tang Hao and Ah Yin believe that he was on their side.

Still, this grudge had to be avenged. He believed it would be fairly easy. As long as he started from childhood, there might yet be an opportunity. After all, Tang San and Tang Wulin did not know each other.

As he thought, Yun Mu fell asleep again. His only thought before drifting off was that a child's body really could not endure much.

Tang Ziran took little Yun Mu to the Federation administrator to check his identity. As expected, they found nothing, so he asked the administrator to let him adopt the child.

"Didn't you seem to adopt a child just two days ago? Are you sure you can manage?" the staff member asked.

Tang Ziran looked at the child in his arms and nodded. "I can. I'll treat both children as my own."

The staff member quickly completed the procedures.

When Tang Ziran returned home, he finally felt a trace of exhaustion. He rubbed Yun Mu's little head.

Lang Yue took the child and placed him beside Tang Wulin, then cheerfully brought the two children's hands together.

"Look how well the older brother and younger brother get along." Lang Yue turned and smiled at Tang Ziran, who was sitting in a chair.

Tang Ziran nodded. "Looks like we'll have to work hard and save up some money. Otherwise, we won't even be able to afford milk powder for these two little brats."

Lang Yue nodded. "Let's go back to being Mecha Designers. This is Douluo Continent, after all. The people of Star Luo Continent won't dare do anything."

Tang Ziran nodded solemnly. "Mm. We just need to be more careful when taking orders."

Six years passed.

He really had not expected it. That old man's book had been real. No wonder that truck had killed him so strangely—it had been for the sake of meeting a quota.

Around the time he was one year old, a cultivation method suddenly appeared in his mind. Its opening contents were exactly the same as what he had read.

With the mindset of giving it a try, Yun Mu attempted to cultivate. To his surprise, it actually worked. Now, he sat cross-legged on his bed, sensing the power within his body.

He could clearly feel that every cultivation session swept away a trace of the shadow that the Spatial Turbulence had eroded into his parents' divine positions.

He had a premonition that when he reached Level 99, he would be able to become a god directly.