Transmigrating Together

The moonlight shone pure and bright, its silvery radiance like gauze,

spreading quietly into every corner of the room.

Wang Chuan sat by the window, his elbow braced on the sill and his chin resting in his palm, gazing at the full moon outside.

Yet his thoughts were in turmoil.

This was his sixth year on the Douluo Continent.

And tomorrow was the annual "Awakening Day," which decided the fate of countless people.

Simply put, it was the day they awakened their martial souls.

Unfortunately, he had waited six years.

And his cheat still had not arrived.

That left Wang Chuan feeling rather melancholy.

After all, this was the Douluo Continent.

It was no exaggeration to say,

on the Douluo Continent, martial souls meant everything!

Even now, in the era of the Sun Moon Federation.

Soul guidance technology advanced by the day, developing at a tremendous pace.

Yet the emergence of battle armor still allowed soul masters to hold the reins of the entire plane firmly in their hands.

And tomorrow was the day he would awaken his martial soul.

If he awakened a trash martial soul with little potential, or even one incapable of cultivation,

then the ceiling on his life...

would probably come crashing down before he even got started.

Even with his "foreknowledge" of this world's future, which could give him a chance to obtain resources and opportunities beyond ordinary people's reach.

If his martial soul was fundamentally poor and his foundation weak,

then even mountains of heavenly treasures might only carry him as far as Limit Douluo.

Going any further would be as difficult as ascending to heaven!

Thus, the quality of his martial soul was crucial.

Although twenty thousand years ago on the Douluo Continent, a man known as "Grandmaster" had put forward the resounding slogan, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."

Judging by the results, however, even after obtaining an immortal herb, Gangzi himself had only barely broken through to the four-ring realm.

So was his a "trash martial soul," or was he a "trash soul master"?

The answer was clearly self-evident.

In short, without a cheat, the martial soul he awakened tomorrow would directly determine how high he could climb on this continent.

At that thought, Wang Chuan's emotions stirred once more.

Just as Wang Chuan's thoughts churned,

a powerful wave of disorientation suddenly washed over him.

The scene before his eyes instantly warped and blurred, as though he had plunged into a vortex, the world spinning around him!

The next second, all the dizziness abruptly vanished.

He found himself in a strange place. Boundless white stretched around him, with soft, even light suffusing every inch of space.

There were no tangible boundaries in sight, yet strangely, he felt he could "see" every tiny detail within this space. His vision reached everywhere.

The sea of spirit.

That understanding immediately surfaced in Wang Chuan's mind.

But confusion and wariness followed right behind it.

With the strength of his mental power at just six years old, entering this place should have been impossible.

What struck him as even more absurd, and somewhat terrifying, was that another figure stood at the center of this sea of spirit, which should have belonged to him alone!

"Who are you?!"

Wang Chuan instantly tensed, his heart brimming with vigilance.

His first thought was that something terrible had happened.

Has some evil soul master or mental-type powerhouse invaded my sea of spirit?

Surely not?

You're targeting a brand-new account, too?!

While he stood ready for battle, the figure seemed to notice his presence as well, slowly turning around and approaching him.

When they saw each other's faces,

both froze at the same time.

Because they were both Wang Chuan!

After a brief, deathly silence,

they blurted out almost in unison:

"The same-transmigration genre?!"

Joy flashed in Wang Chuan's eyes.

Of course he knew what the "same-transmigration genre" meant.

It was a legendary-tier cheat setup.

Different versions of "himself" transmigrated into different worlds, sharing all their talents, abilities, knowledge, and even growth!

This was absolutely a top-of-the-line cheat!

Moreover, as long as another "him" was in a universe like Shrouding the Heavens or Perfect World, where the power ceiling was absurdly high, all that version had to do was share a little something.

It was no exaggeration to say that he could then swagger across the Douluo Continent with no one daring stand in his way!

Punching out Yun Ming at six, kicking the Abyssal Sage King at seven, glaring God King Tang San to death at eight...

All of it seemed to have become a future he could envision.

The thought left Wang Chuan itching to get started.

And clearly, the other version of him felt the same way.

No words were needed.

The instant they touched, a torrent of information flooded Wang Chuan's consciousness.

Their memories of their previous lives were identical. Both came from that blue planet.

Where they diverged was in this life.

From a spectator's perspective, Douluo Wang Chuan "saw" the other Wang Chuan's birth and growth.

First, amid a haze of consciousness, he discovered that he was trapped inside a giant egg emitting a gentle, mysterious five-colored glow. After undergoing some profound gestation, he finally broke out of the shell—as an extraordinarily majestic phoenix!

"A phoenix!"

Douluo Wang Chuan's spirits lifted, his delight deepening.

A phoenix is great!

In many legends, phoenixes were innate divine beasts.

They embodied the five virtues and could "fathom all things, commune with heavenly blessings, manifest a hundred forms, attain the Dao, harmonize the five tones, and perfect the nine virtues," symbolizing auspiciousness and supremacy.

This was clearly the setup for someone born in a high-tier prehistoric-genre world!

At the thought that he might someday share immortal cultivation methods, innate divine abilities, or even an origin that could let him become an immortal patriarch, Douluo Wang Chuan grew so excited that even his spiritual form rippled slightly.

However, that excitement did not last long.

As he looked through Phoenix Wang Chuan's memory fragments,

and clearly saw the "Sky Azure Bull Python," a gigantic soul beast with a bull's head and a serpent's body winding like a mountain range, as well as the "Titan Giant Ape," towering like a mountain as it beat its chest and roared, Douluo Wang Chuan was instantly dumbstruck.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Did we cross channels or something?!"

As the memory sharing continued to deepen, Douluo Wang Chuan finally understood the truth.

It turned out that Phoenix Wang Chuan had not transmigrated into some Primordial World.

Instead, he had transmigrated into the minor plane of the Ten Thousand Beast Platform.

And he had become this era's "Auspicious Beast."

That was right—an existence similar to the Three-Eyed Golden Lion who had once lived in the core region of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Remembering the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's fate, Douluo Wang Chuan lit a candle for her in his heart and observed a moment of silence.

But then, Douluo Wang Chuan realized something was wrong.

The Ten Thousand Beast Platform?!

Isn't that still on the Douluo Continent?!

What happened to transmigrating into different high-tier worlds?!

How the fuck does this count as "transmigrating together"?!

Douluo Wang Chuan's expression instantly turned speechless.

At that moment, Phoenix Wang Chuan wore an equally despairing expression.

Phoenix Wang Chuan raised his head.

"This is a sky-falling-down start!"

Recovering slightly from his speechlessness, Douluo Wang Chuan asked in confusion:

"At least you're an Auspicious Beast. You have an exalted status, and all the beasts make offerings to you."

"Besides, according to the timeline, Tang San was swept away by space-time turbulence along with the Divine Realm ages ago. He can't threaten you."

"How is that a sky-falling-down start?"