Douluo Continent, I, Qian Xunji, Have Arrived

Douluo Continent

This was a world of Martial Souls, known as Douluo Continent. There was no magic, no battle qi, no martial arts, but there were miraculous Martial Souls. Everyone here, upon reaching the age of six, would awaken their Martial Soul in Spirit Hall. Martial Souls could be animals, plants, or objects, and they could assist people in their daily lives. Some especially outstanding Martial Souls, however, could be cultivated for battle. This profession was the most powerful and most honorable profession on Douluo Continent—Soul Master.

Ever since the First Generation Angel God quelled the turmoil caused by Evil Soul Masters across the continent ten thousand years ago, Douluo Continent had entered a relatively peaceful and stable era. The Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and Spirit Hall, founded by the Angel God, stood in a three-way balance. The Soul Master World also had the Seven Great Sects, divided into the Upper Three Sects and the Lower Four Sects. The Upper Three Sects were the Clear Sky Sect, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. The Lower Four Sects were the Elephant Armor Sect, White Tiger Sect, Wind Sword Sect, and Fire Leopard Sect.

Spirit Hall

Before a ten-meter-tall Six-Winged Angel Sculpture forged entirely from pure gold stood a man in silence. He appeared to be only in his thirties or forties. He was handsome and tall, though not particularly muscular. He wore a simple white robe, and his golden hair flowed neatly behind his back. Merely standing there gave others the urge to bow in worship, as if he possessed the mighty power to contend against heaven and earth. Yet at this moment, a layer of sorrow suddenly appeared on his face.

"Has Ji'er still not awakened?" Qian Daoliu asked with a weathered expression.

"Reporting to His Holiness the Pope, the Saint Son is still unconscious. It is unknown when he will awaken." An old man dressed in blue robes spoke. Embroidered on his cuffs was a blooming Begonia Flower. This old man was the renowned Nine Heart Begonia Soul Master of the continent. The Nine Heart Begonia was a Support System Martial Soul comparable to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. The Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul excelled in healing. No matter how serious the injury, it could be healed. The reason the Nine Heart Begonia was not as famous as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was that Nine Heart Begonia Soul Masters were relatively rare. In the same era, there could only be two Nine Heart Begonia Soul Masters on the continent.

"The Saint Son encountered the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, a peculiar Soul Beast, while hunting Soul Beasts this time. He was struck by its heaven-defying Divine Skill, Life and Death Arena. Afterward, he forcibly absorbed a Soul Ring and injured his foundation. I fear he is beyond saving."

"Alas, so be it. You have troubled yourself. You may leave," Qian Daoliu said.

With that, he turned and left, failing to notice the Black Light that flashed across Qian Xunji's body and vanished in an instant.

A youth lay on the bed, appearing to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. His features were handsome and imposing. His loose golden hair spread across the bed, while his sharp, heroic brows, thin tightly pressed lips, well-defined features, and tall, slender yet not rugged build embodied the height of masculine beauty. Yet the furrowed brows that suddenly appeared on his face, along with his pallor, ruined that beauty.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly flew open, filled with confusion and disbelief. "Where is this? How am I here? Wasn't I dead?" Suddenly, a flood of memories surged into his mind. He clutched his head in agony. After a long while, he muttered, "This is... Douluo Continent? I'm Qian Xunji?" Wasn't this a novel I read in my Previous Life? I remember being taken away by a pitch-black bead. Where is it? Qian Xunji searched over and over but failed to find it. Forget it. Since I'm here, I'll make the best of it. I should think about what to do from now on. From now on, I am Qian Xunji. I will live on for both of us. Douluo Continent, I, Qian Xunji, have arrived!

"Ji'er, y-you're awake! That's wonderful, hahaha!" Who else could be standing outside the door but Qian Daoliu?

"Yes, Father, I'm awake. Have I been unconscious for a long time?"

"You were unconscious for three days and three nights. How do you feel? That old fellow Ye Shengxin said you were beyond saving. He scared me badly. I was worried that if you closed your eyes for good, what would happen to the inheritance of our Angel Lineage? But now it's fine. You've finally awakened," Qian Daoliu said joyfully.

"Ji'er, it was truly reckless of you to absorb a Soul Ring beyond your Limit this time. Your seventh Soul Ring came from the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, a sixty-three-thousand-year Soul Beast, far beyond ordinary Soul Beasts. Normally, the Limit for a level-seventy Soul Saint absorbing a Soul Ring is fifty thousand years, but you exceeded the Year Limit by a full ten thousand years. The danger is obvious."

"Yes, I was reckless. There won't be a next time."

An unexpected person had arrived on Douluo Continent. What kind of legend would he create there?