The Unchanging Su Yuntao, the Ever-Changing...

The Unchanging Su Yuntao, the Ever-Changing...

"A different ceiling."

Su Yuntian shook his head, doing his best to clear his mind.

In short—he had transmigrated!

This was the world of Douluo Continent, originally the stage where Tang San, the "Asura of a Thousand Hands," had made his name.

Su Yuntian possessed both the memories of an ordinary high school student from his previous life and the memories of a native of this world.

His identity in this world was Su Yuntian, eleven years old. His parents had died when he was young, and he was frail and sickly, relying entirely on his biological older brother, Su Yuntao, to care for him.

That was right—Su Yuntian's biological brother was more than ten years older than him. His name was Su Yuntao, the very Su Yuntao who always went around conducting martial soul awakening tests for six-year-old children.

Known as the "Unchanging Su Yuntao"!

As for Su Yuntian himself, aside from being Su Yuntao's younger brother, he had practically nothing to his name—not even a martial soul!

Not having a martial soul did not mean Su Yuntian lacked such a thing. After all, everyone in Douluo Continent possessed a martial soul.

Su Yuntian's problem was that his martial soul could not awaken, which naturally meant he had no Soul Power either.

That was seriously depressing.

A transmigrator like him actually had no martial soul? Tang San, another transmigrator, had Twin Martial Souls and had even brought along a whole collection of Tang Sect secret arts...

The more he endured, the angrier he became; the more he stepped back, the more cheated he felt. His heart was exhausted!

Sitting on the bed, Su Yuntian let out a series of long sighs, silently lamenting fate's unfairness. Then, to his surprise, footsteps sounded, and a handsome young man walked into the room.

"Xiaotian? Are you feeling unwell?"

The newcomer had a pair of gentle eyes, especially when he looked at Su Yuntian.

He was Su Yuntian's older brother, Su Yuntao.

"I'm fine, Brother. I was just suddenly thinking how nice it would be if I were a soul master too." Su Yuntian sighed despondently. "If I were a soul master, I wouldn't have to burden you anymore. Instead of being like this—a sickly invalid lying in bed."

Su Yuntao walked over and sat beside the bed, raising a hand toward Su Yuntian's head.

Su Yuntian instinctively grew wary, but this body of his was truly hopeless. He could not evade Su Yuntao's large hand at all.

"Our parents passed away early, and we brothers have depended on each other ever since. Xiaotian, you are my only family in this world. I treasure you too much to ever see you as a burden."

Su Yuntao gently stroked Su Yuntian's head, his tone tender.

"The loquat tree in the courtyard has blossomed. Rest well, Xiaotian. Tomorrow, we'll water it together."

Hearing the words "loquat tree," Su Yuntian froze.

"That loquat tree... Brother, I think I'm feeling quite well. Let's go water it right now."

Grabbing Su Yuntao's shoulder, Su Yuntian struggled up from the bed and planted his feet firmly on the ground.

Su Yuntao had wanted to stop him, but seeing the persistence in his younger brother's eyes, he merely nodded. After draping a coat over Su Yuntian's shoulders, he supported him as they slowly left the bedroom.

As the brothers passed through the living room, the crystal ball on the table—the one used to test six-year-old children for Soul Power—suddenly shone brightly.

"What's going on... Did I forget to turn it off...?"

Su Yuntao walked to the table and fiddled with the crystal ball for a while. Its radiance gradually dimmed.

Su Yuntian only felt himself growing stronger and stronger. He had already walked from the living room into the courtyard by himself, finally laying eyes on the lush, umbrella-like loquat tree.

"Xiaotian, button your coat properly. The wind is strong outside."

Su Yuntao hurriedly followed him out.

Unlike ordinary trees, loquat trees bloomed after October. Once a loquat tree blossomed, it was already autumn.

The autumn sky was high, and the north wind was beginning to rise, each gust colder than the last.

The loquat blossoms were exceptionally beautiful. White petals and yellow stamens clustered along the branches, allowing the sickly Su Yuntian to feel a vigorous vitality.

He gripped the watering can tightly with both hands and began watering the flower bed beneath the tree.

"In the courtyard stands a loquat tree, planted by my wife's own hand in the year she died... Now it has grown tall and broad, its canopy like an umbrella..."

For some reason, Su Yuntian recalled those words. Before he could even recite them once, tears were already streaming down his face.

His mother in this world had died three months after giving birth to him. At the time, his father had planted this loquat tree with his own hands. Not long afterward, he too had passed away.

Eleven years had gone by. Su Yuntian, whom doctors had once declared would "not survive half a year," had grown into a youth. Yet the only family he had left in this world was his elder brother, Su Yuntao, standing beside him.

Seeing his younger brother cry again, Su Yuntao said nothing. He merely took out a handkerchief and silently wiped away Su Yuntian's tears.

After quite some time, Su Yuntian finally calmed down and returned to normal.

"The watering is done. All that's left is fertilizing."

Su Yuntian put down the watering can.

"Xiaotian, sit for a while and get some sun. Leave the fertilizing to me."

Su Yuntao took a spade from the corner of the courtyard, along with a basket of fertilizer from who knew where. The stench made Su Yuntian hurriedly cover his nose.

"It stinks so badly. Brother, take your time. I'll head back to the living room first."

Su Yuntian dashed into the living room as if fleeing for his life, leaving only his retreating back behind.

Su Yuntao stood in the courtyard, staring blankly in a daze... Since when had his sickly younger brother, Su Yuntian, become so nimble?

Back in the living room, the first thing Su Yuntian saw was the crystal ball used to test six-year-old children for Soul Power.

"If only I had a martial soul too."

Su Yuntian walked over to the table by himself, stood on tiptoe, and rolled the crystal ball to the edge. Then he hugged it against his chest, finding it surprisingly heavy.

...How did a transparent glass ball like this test Soul Power?

Within Su Yuntian's field of vision, a wisp of pale golden mist gradually began to drift inside the crystal ball. It was beautiful.

Unable to resist, he leaned closer for a better look. To his surprise, that wisp of mist suddenly became like a vortex and violently sucked Su Yuntian's consciousness inside!

All he could see was darkness, yet within that thick darkness, Su Yuntian could sense countless malicious intents sharp enough to cut.

Sin and evil ceaselessly flowed, amplified, linked, and transformed within it, forming countless whirlpools.

Treason, intimidation, abandonment, coercion, theft, escape, false accusation, arson, insult, blasphemy, sowing discord, bribery, corpse abandonment, kidnapping, violence—all crimes should be sentenced to death, the ultimate punishment, reject and deny all hatred, kill kill kill never allow it, kill kill kill never acknowledge it, kill kill kill good, just like this, kill kill kill yes, that's right, kill kill kill promise, kill kill kill no no what kill kill kill ah, there is only this one thought, how boring...

Cursed voices churned within it. Upon discovering the presence of a "foreign object," they attacked with mad frenzy.

Su Yuntian felt a surge of panic. In his current state, there was no way he could resist these curses.

Yet amid that darkness which denied all things, a voice suddenly sang out an affirmation.

This was impossible.

Within this whirlpool of resentment and curses, within All the Evils of this World, how could there possibly be a positive affirmation?

This "evil" hated all creation and denied the entire universe. Therefore, nothing could retain its normal form, preserve its normal mind, accept this "evil," or bear its weight. Even Su Yuntian, a transmigrator with the perspective of a god, could not!

Yet that voice of affirmation remained just as proud and resounding. "Indeed. This world has always been thus. Why lament? Why be surprised by such commonplace matters?"

The whirlpool of resentment and curses stalled for an instant.

As Su Yuntian savored the words spoken by that voice, he suddenly thought of someone.

Could it be him... Hero King Gilgamesh?!