Repeated Paths, Repeated Fates?

"Dou Qi, third stage!"

Xiao Yu looked at the five glaring words flashing on the magic-testing monument, while Xiao Yan remained expressionless.

What Xiao Yan did not know was that Xiao Yu, the genius of the Xiao clan, was also a transmigrator.

After arriving here, Xiao Yu was shocked to discover that this was actually the world of a novel. Moreover, he had become Xiao Zhan's nephew and was a few months younger than Xiao Yan. Unfortunately, his parents had been sacrificed to heaven. He wondered if that meant his power would know no bounds.

He was immediately overjoyed and swore to make his name shake the Dou Qi Continent.

As for his confidence, it came from something he called the Dominator System.

Just as its name implied, it was meant to cultivate its host into someone who reached the Dominator Realm.

"Xiao Yan, Dou Qi, third stage! Low level!" A middle-aged man beside the magic-testing monument glanced at the words on the monument and announced the result in an indifferent tone...

As expected, a wave of mocking commotion rose from the crowded plaza.

Xiao Yu merely watched Xiao Yan calmly. He thought everyone's reaction was perfectly normal—just the usual kicking someone while they were down.

However, he could not muster any interest in it. Before transmigrating, he had already lived for over forty years. Most of his passion had long since been worn away.

It was precisely those experiences that made him steady as a rock. At fourteen, he had already reached the Da Dou Shi level, yet what he displayed outwardly was merely the Dou Zhe realm.

Shenzhou Haotu, outside Heyang City, a travel-worn little beggar in his early teens wore an excited expression.

"Haha, two years! Do you know how I've spent these past two years?