I Am Xiao Xuan!

Layers of azure clouds shrouded a vast, boundless continent. Above it, gentle ripples permeated the air, and even the distant space showed faint signs of distortion.

A city stretching tens of thousands of miles bustled with traffic and clamorous crowds, all proclaiming its prosperity.

Everyone who lived in this city felt a trace of pride.

Xiao Saint City—this was a city that had stood for Wan Gu, perhaps even longer.

"Hey ha... hey... ha..."

Within Xiao Saint City, in a pavilion, stood a middle-aged man in white robes. His brows carried an overbearing aura that looked down upon the Common People, yet he did not lack composure.

But as he watched the delicate, four- or five-year-old child playing before him while tempering his body, the joy on his face could not be concealed no matter what.

The little brat was called Xiao Xuan. That was right—the very existence who had left behind an eternal, illustrious name upon the Dou Qi Continent.

The little brat's feelings were indescribably mixed. Back then, Xiao Xuan himself had once been quite pleased with this name.

Only because his parents were Battle Through the Heavens fanatics, they had stubbornly changed his name to it.

His parents were Battle Through the Heavens fanatics, and he was not much better, so he had raised both hands in approval of what they had done.

Changing his name was one thing, but he had never imagined that one day, he would...

After waking up from a single kick, he had somehow become a baby. Even he could not tell whether he was dreaming.

He tried the oldest method—pinching himself—but all he felt was genuine pain.

As time passed, he stopped caring. Since he had become that Xiao Xuan, did that mean becoming a Nine-Star Peak Dou Saint was basically guaranteed? Since it was a dream, then he might as well keep dreaming!

With the memories from his former life, could he perhaps completely achieve Transcendence beyond that realm?

"Xuan'er, it's time to eat."

"Yay... time to eat!"

The child, Xiao Xuan, immediately stopped tempering his body upon hearing that.

The middle-aged man treasured this son of his dearly, afraid he would melt if held in his mouth and afraid he would fall if cradled in his palm.

The middle-aged man was Xiao Feng. An Eight-Star Dou Saint, he was among the tiny handful of supreme experts at the pinnacle of the Dou Qi Continent, as well as the current Patriarch of the Xiao Clan.

"Haha, let's go!"

Xiao Feng picked up Xiao Xuan, and before long, they arrived outside an ancient palace. Rich fragrance wafted out from within.

"Oh, Xuan'er, where did you go playing with your father today?"

"Mother!"

Upon seeing the young woman in an apron walking out of the kitchen, Xiao Xuan obediently called out.

No matter where he was, his parents spoiled him beyond measure, to the point that he sometimes wondered whether he would grow into a wastrel young master in the future.

Gu Qin, his mother, might appear to be a housewife, but she was undeniably a Five-Star Dou Saint.

She came from the Gu Clan, one of the ancient Eight Emperor Clans. To strengthen the ties between the clans, arranged marriages were common.

However, he had heard from his father that although his parents' marriage had also been arranged, they had already loved each other before the arrangement.

They had been married for nearly two thousand years without having a son or daughter. Now that they had finally had him as their only child, naturally they cherished him dearly.

After the family of three finished eating, Xiao Xuan returned to his room.

During last year's clan bloodline test, he had been found to possess a God-Grade Bloodline. He was expected to reach the Nine-Star Dou Saint realm in the future, and perhaps even the supreme Emperor Realm that had not appeared for ten thousand years was not entirely beyond hope. From then on, the clan had continuously poured all kinds of resources into nurturing him.

As the child of two Dou Saints, he had never lacked resources. He had been born at the Junior Dou Zun realm, a level that ninety-nine percent of the people on the Dou Qi Continent would never reach in their entire lives.

However, for the sake of building his own foundation and retracing the cultivation path, his strength—which was not weak even in the Central Plains—had been sealed by his father together with the clan elders using a secret technique.

"Young Patriarch!"

"Greetings, Young Patriarch!"

The next day, Xiao Xuan headed toward the Scripture Depository. Along the way, many people slightly older or younger than him, and even some youths, respectfully greeted him when they saw him.

Whether they were merely borrowing the tiger's might or were truly sincere, Xiao Xuan had never put on airs before them.

Before long, he arrived outside an ancient four-story palace.

An ancient, vast, and heavy aura of time rushed toward him, making the place appear solemn and majestic.

The first floor contained Yellow Rank Dou Techniques, which were also the most numerous.

The second floor contained Black Rank Dou Techniques. Continuing upward, the fourth floor held Heavenly Rank Dou Techniques, of which there were only several dozen. Compared to those below the Earth Rank, they were exceedingly scarce.

As for the fifth floor, it housed treasures—the Xiao Clan's collection of treasures.

"Young Patriarch, you have arrived. Please enter!"

Upon seeing Xiao Xuan, the Dou Zun guard immediately bowed.

"Thank you!"

"Haha, little Xuan'er is here again. Pick whatever you want to read."

The moment he entered the first floor, a voice rang out. Then he saw a white-haired, white-bearded old man reclining in a chair, holding a wine gourd in his hand.

"Great-Uncle!"

Xiao Xuan did not dare be careless around him. This Xiao Gong was a direct elder from his father's branch of the family and also Xiao Feng's father's biological younger brother.

It was precisely because of this, along with his upright and impartial character, that he had been entrusted with the important duty of guarding the Xiao Clan's Scripture Depository.

He was also one of the few Eight-Star Dou Saints within the Xiao Clan.

"Yes, thank you, Great-Uncle!"

After turning four, Xiao Xuan had begun learning to read and write under the clan's arrangements.

While learning to read and write, he often came to the Scripture Depository to read all kinds of Dou Techniques. Whenever he encountered a character he did not know, he would ask the old man beside him.

He had never stepped onto the third floor. After spending several months reading the first floor, he had remained on the second floor, reading those Black Rank Dou Techniques.

He even seemed to treat those Dou Techniques as elementary textbooks.

Xiao Feng and the others were quite pleased to see this.

"Xuan'er, I think you have nearly finished reading the Dou Techniques on the second floor. Why not go up to the third floor and take a look?"

Xiao Gong truly could not understand what this boy was thinking.

Logically speaking, should this little fellow not have begun from the fourth floor?

Could it be that those Heavenly Rank Dou Techniques were so unappealing?

"Great-Uncle, didn't you say that a towering building rises from level ground? Although I was born a Dou Zun, my cultivation has already been sealed.

Even if I read those Dou Techniques now, I cannot cultivate them.

Besides, I have read these Black Rank and Yellow Rank Dou Techniques. I may read Earth Rank ones later as well, but I do not intend to cultivate all of them.

At most, I will choose one or two suitable techniques to cultivate. The rest are merely to broaden my horizons.

And while I am at it, I can learn more characters through the descriptions of these Dou Techniques."

Xiao Gong was no child. Having lived for nearly three thousand years, he believed part of Xiao Xuan's nonsense, but not all of it.

Though this boy was young, he had strong opinions and was unusually mature.

Otherwise, they would not have allowed him to come to the Scripture Depository at such a young age.

Otherwise, should he become greedy for too much knowledge and fail to digest it, then suffer cultivation deviation, the consequences would be unimaginable.