The moonlight was bright, its clear radiance like gauze, quietly draped over every corner of the room.
Wang Chuan sat by the window, his elbows propped on the sill and his chin resting in his palm, his gaze fixed on the full moon outside.
At this moment, he felt his thoughts surging.
This was his sixth year since arriving on the Douluo Continent.
And tomorrow was the annual "Awakening Day," which decided the fate of countless people.
In short, it was the day to awaken one's Martial Soul.
It was just a pity that he had waited for six years.
His golden finger still hadn't arrived.
This was what made Wang Chuan feel a bit melancholy.
After all, this was the Douluo Continent.
It was no exaggeration to say that
on the Douluo Continent, the Martial Soul represented everything!
Even though it was now the era of the Sun Moon Federation.
Soul Guidance technology was changing with each passing day and developing rapidly.
But the emergence of Battle Armor still allowed Soul Masters to firmly hold the right to speak across the entire plane.
And tomorrow was the day he would awaken his Martial Soul.
If he awakened a trash Martial Soul with low potential, or one that couldn't even be cultivated, then the upper limit of his life...
would likely be cut short just as it was about to begin.
Even if he could rely on his "foresight" regarding the future trajectory of this world to potentially obtain resources and opportunities beyond the reach of ordinary people, if the essence of his Martial Soul was too poor and his foundation too weak, then even if he piled up countless heavenly treasures, a Limit Douluo might be the final destination he could reach.
To go any further would be as difficult as ascending to heaven!
Therefore, the quality of the Martial Soul was of vital importance.
Although twenty thousand years ago on the Douluo Continent, a figure known as the "Grandmaster" had proposed the resounding slogan, "There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters,"
but looking at the results, Gangzi himself, even after obtaining a celestial herb, had only barely managed to break through to the four-ring realm.
So, was he a "trash Martial Soul" or a "trash Soul Master"?
The answer was self-evident.
Therefore, in summary, without a golden finger, the Martial Soul awakened tomorrow would directly determine the height he could climb on this continent in the future.
Thinking of this, Wang Chuan felt his emotions fluctuate once more.
And just as Wang Chuan's thoughts were in turmoil, he suddenly felt a strong sense of trance.
The scene before his eyes instantly twisted and blurred, as if he had fallen into a vortex, the world spinning around him!
The next second, all the dizziness vanished abruptly.
He discovered that he was already in a strange place. The surroundings were an endless expanse of pure white, with soft, uniform light permeating every inch of space.
He couldn't see any physical boundaries, yet he strangely felt that he could "see" every subtle detail within this space, his vision reaching everywhere.
"Sea of Spirit."
This realization immediately surfaced in Wang Chuan's mind.
But confusion and vigilance followed right after.
Given the strength of his mental power at only six years old, it should have been impossible for him to enter it.
And what made him feel even more absurd, or perhaps even terrified, was that in the center of this Sea of Spirit, which should have belonged only to him, there existed another figure!
"Who are you?!"
Wang Chuan tensed up instantly, his heart filled with caution.
His first thought was that he had met with misfortune.
Could it be that some Evil Soul Master or a powerful mental-type expert had invaded his Sea of Spirit?
That couldn't be, right?
Targeting a new account too?!
Just as he stood ready for battle, that figure seemed to notice his presence, slowly turning around and approaching him.
When he saw the other person's face.
Both of them were stunned at the same time.
Because they were both Wang Chuan!
After a brief, dead silence.
Both of them blurted out almost in unison:
"Same-Transmigration Genre?!"
A flash of joy also crossed Wang Chuan's eyes.
He naturally knew what the "Same-Transmigration Genre" meant.
It was a legendary-tier cheat mode.
Different "selves" transmigrate to different worlds, sharing all talents, abilities, knowledge, and even growth!
This was absolutely a top-tier, premium cheat!
Moreover, as long as one of his other "selves" was in a universe with an absurdly high power level, such as Shrouding the Heavens or Perfect World, they could just share a few things over.
It was no exaggeration to say that he could walk sideways across the Douluo Continent!
Punching Yun Ming at six, kicking the Abyssal Sage Monarch at seven, staring Tang San the God King to death at eight...
These all seemed like future scenarios he could look forward to.
Thinking of this, Wang Chuan immediately felt a bit impatient.
And clearly, the other party had the exact same thoughts as him.
No words were needed.
The moment they touched, a massive amount of information flooded into Wang Chuan's consciousness.
Their past-life memories were identical, both originating from that blue planet.
The divergence point lay in this life.
Douluo Wang Chuan, from the perspective of a bystander, "watched" the birth and growth of the other Wang Chuan.
First, while his consciousness was muddled, he found himself trapped inside a giant egg emitting a warm and mysterious five-colored light. After undergoing some profound gestation, he finally broke out of the shell—he was actually a magnificent and extraordinary phoenix!
"A phoenix!"
Douluo Wang Chuan's spirit lifted, and his joy grew even stronger.
A phoenix is great!
In many legends, the phoenix is an innate divine beast.
Possessing the five virtues, it can "investigate all things, connect with heavenly blessings, represent all forms, reach the Dao, regulate the five tones, and achieve the nine virtues," symbolizing auspiciousness and the supreme.
This looked like a setup from a high-level Prehistoric Genre world!
Thinking that he might eventually share cultivation methods, innate divine abilities, or even the foundation to become an immortal ancestor, Douluo Wang Chuan was so excited that even his spiritual body rippled slightly.
However, this excitement did not last long.
When he looked through the memory fragments of Phoenix Wang Chuan.
And clearly saw the massive Soul Beast with a bull's head and snake's body, winding like a mountain range, the Sky Azure Bull Python, as well as the Titan Giant Ape that stood like a mountain and roared while beating its chest, Douluo Wang Chuan was instantly dumbfounded.
"You've got to be kidding me?"
"Did the channels get crossed?!"
As the memory sharing deepened, Douluo Wang Chuan finally understood the truth.
It turned out that this Phoenix Wang Chuan hadn't transmigrated to some Prehistoric world.
Instead, he had transmigrated into the small plane of the Ten Thousand Beast Platform.
And he had become the "Auspicious Beast" of this era.
That's right, just like the Three-Eyed Golden Lion that existed in the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest back in the day.
Thinking of the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's ending, Douluo Wang Chuan lit a candle and mourned for him in his heart.
But immediately after, Douluo Wang Chuan realized something was wrong.
Ten Thousand Beast Platform?!
Isn't this still on the Douluo Continent?!
What happened to transmigrating to different high-level worlds?!
How the hell can this even count as "same-transmigration"?!
Douluo Wang Chuan immediately wore a speechless expression.
And at this moment, Phoenix Wang Chuan also wore an equally desperate expression.
Phoenix Wang Chuan raised his head:
"What a disastrous start!"
Douluo Wang Chuan recovered slightly from his speechlessness, feeling somewhat puzzled:
"At least you're still an Auspicious Beast, with a noble status, worshipped by ten thousand beasts."
"And according to the timeline, Tang San was long ago swept away by the spatial turbulence along with the God Realm, so he can't threaten you."
"Why is it a disastrous start?"
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