Crossing Over to a Tiger-pattern Warrior

The Gobada Plane, also known as the "Plane Prison," is a savage region existing behind the material planes—a dungeon for the powerful and a place of endless torment.

In this universe, material planes are scattered like stars throughout the cosmos, and behind every material plane lies a "Gobada," where countless "sinners" struggle to survive.

There is no alternation of day and night, no changing of the seasons; eternal gloom, eternal desolation, and eternal silence and slaughter form the bedrock of the Gobada Plane Prison. This is not a plane meant for habitation, but a cage forged by the heavens themselves, where even the air, the earth, and the firmament are shackles guarding the prisoners.

Within one such "Gobada," a soul flame was gradually flickering out, while another soul, having crossed over, traversed the barriers of the universe to claim this withering body.

"Ugh—where am I?" The man slowly opened his eyes, surveying the dim surroundings.

"I'm not dead? After being hit head-on by the strongest entity in all the heavens and worlds, Lord Truck-sama, I'm actually not dead?" The man gave a self-deprecating smile, but immediately felt a splitting headache.

It was a chaotic jumble of memories—or, according to the terminology of this world, soul fragments.

"What is this—ugh, am I—Bane?"

Although the impact of the soul fragments lasted only an instant, the sheer, terrifying volume of information from the original owner's nearly two thousand years of life inevitably affected the soul that had traveled here.

"No, my name should be Yang Sen—" Clutching his head, the man sat up. "Whew, oh, I've transmigrated. I've occupied this body, and the original owner was named Bane Boley."

Having just received such a massive, complex influx of information, his perception felt slightly disordered; even the twenty-plus years of his past life seemed as if they had occurred a very, very long time ago.

"Deep breaths, stay calm—" It took a long time for the man to gradually adapt to his current state.

"Bane Boley, Tiger-pattern Warrior family, Yulan Continent, hunted by the Radiant Church, Gobada Plane—" He finally managed to sort through his thoughts. "I've transmigrated into the world of Coiling Dragon, the world from that novel."

"Lord Truck-sama is indeed worthy of being the guide for transmigrators; the seniors who came before me did not deceive me." He sighed, then turned his thoughts to his current predicament: "I wonder if Mom and Dad will be sad."

After a moment of lamentation, he ultimately chose to accept his reality: "Fine, Bane, that will be my name from now on! Let me enjoy this new life to the fullest!"

Bane's current situation is dire. For various reasons, he was cast into Gobada, the prison plane. He has just narrowly avoided death and is hiding in a secluded cave.

Just as Bane was sorting through the messy fragments of memory in his mind, a voice filled with pleasant surprise rang out: "Bane, you're awake!"

Bane looked over to see a ferocious monster standing at the entrance of the cave.

"Ahhhhh—a monster!" Bane scrambled backward into the corner.

The monster spoke in human language: "Bane, have you lost your mind? It's me, Declan!"

Bane calmed down, finally remembering that this was the original owner's—his own—contracted beast, the Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon, Declan.

"Oh, Declan, my partner, I just woke up and my head is a bit scrambled."

"No matter, no matter, it's good that you're awake." A look of relief actually appeared on Declan's ferocious face. "You must be hungry; there is still a piece of meat here, eat it quickly."

"Huh? Meat?" Bane was stunned for a moment, then a wave of hunger swept through his entire body. Only then did he remember—this is Gobada.

The backside of the world, the land abandoned by the Supreme Gods, the place of confinement for sinners: Gobada.

This entire space is shrouded in a rule where every living thing, under its influence, is constantly falling into an abyss of "decay." Even elemental energy seems affected by this rule, turning into "dead matter" difficult for living beings to absorb.

This results in Gobada having thin elemental density, chaotic space, and barren land unable to nurture life.

As a Sanctuary-level being, one can rely on their own cultivation realm to forcibly resist the influence of the rule, preventing their own death, and consume mental energy to forcibly draw the thin elemental energy into their body.

However, even at the Sanctuary level, this only sustains the most basic of life requirements; one will still go hungry!

Hunger is the most primal negative emotion for life; while not severe, it keeps one's spirit under constant tension. This hunger continuously stimulates the souls of the "sinners." Over a year, ten years, or a hundred years, even the most strong-willed Sanctuary experts would eventually go mad!

Yet, precious plant fruits are not something that the bottom-tier Sanctuary experts of Gobada can obtain. All they can eat is each other.

Sanctuary experts driven mad by hunger will slaughter and devour one another. Those who have escaped hunger never wish to experience that pain again; they kill and devour incessantly until they are devoured by an even stronger Sanctuary expert.

Bane felt incredibly hungry, but having just transmigrated, he hadn't yet been driven insane by the sensation. Looking at the dark red meat in front of him, he slowly took it, unable to bring himself to eat it.

Declan looked at Bane and sighed helplessly: "Fine, you've just recovered from a serious illness, so let's splurge."

He opened his dragon maw and spat a thin stream of fire that landed precisely on the meat in Bane's hand. In the blink of an eye, the dark red chunk became charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Oh, thanks." Bane looked at the surprisingly appetizing dragon-grilled meat and tried taking a bite.

The taste was quite good. Bane polished it off in a few bites and was even left wanting more—he was quite satisfied with his first gourmet meal since transmigrating.

Watching Bane wolf down the food, Declan said in a low voice: "Rest well. Once you've recovered your energy, we'll go hunt for prey, and we'll have grilled meat every day—I'll go guard the entrance, you recover your spirit."

"Oh, okay, thank you for your hard work." Bane's mood improved significantly.

After eating his fill, Bane began to examine the state of his new life.

"A Tiger-pattern Warrior, and already at the Sanctuary level. Tsk, to transmigrate into a body like this—my luck is quite good."

Bane knew that the four ultimate warrior families of the Yulan Continent, also known as the Four Divine Beasts Clan of Hell, possessed the bloodlines of super divine beasts and were famous even in the Supreme Planes.

"The bloodline concentration is average; it was activated by drinking the blood of a Sanctuary-level Thunder-wing White Tiger. Still, it's not a major issue."

The advantage of a bloodline is primarily reflected in the boost to combat power in the early stages. However, Bane knew that in the world of Coiling Dragon, the higher one's bloodline talent, the greater the shackles of heaven and earth when breaking through a bottleneck. As a transmigrator, he intended to fight for the peak of this world; having a mediocre bloodline talent might be a case of "a blessing in disguise."

"He even comprehended the Fate Law! The degree of comprehension is already at the third tier of the Sanctuary peak, equivalent to the level of Hiddens from the original story! This guy had high talent indeed."

Bane was doubly pleased. He knew that members of the White Tiger Family would not manifest their wind element affinity until they had received the ancestral baptism, so they could only comprehend laws other than the wind element to improve themselves.

The people of the four ultimate warrior families generally did not display high magical talent—not because they lacked talent, but because those with magical aptitude are one in a thousand, and those with excellent magical potential are one in ten thousand. With the total number of members in the four ultimate warrior families being less than two hundred, it is normal that very few magicians emerged from such a small population base.

Barn, however, was an anomaly among them—before even reaching the Sanctuary realm, he had stumbled upon a fragment of the Great Prophecy technique, which led him onto the path of practicing the Fate Law with remarkable success.

"The weapon in my hand, a Divine Artifact seized from the Pope of Light! What a perfect start!"

Barn pulled a pale blue spear from his interspatial ring; the base of the spear was engraved with archaic characters—Mist Hidden.

This was the spoils of war he had obtained after slaying the Pope of Light.

While in the Yulan Continent, Barn, as a Tiger-pattern Warrior who had also grasped the laws, was effectively the strongest Sanctuary warrior beneath the Godlevel. Having tasted the benefits that magic brought to his comprehension of the laws, Barn began collecting all sorts of magic and precious sword techniques.

The seven elemental magics were naturally easy to acquire, and while life magic and necromancy were only circulated in small circles, he managed to obtain them after spending some effort and cost; only with the Great Prophecy technique did he encounter the then-Pope of Light while attempting to complete his fragmented copy.

That man was a Sanctuary powerhouse who practiced both magic and martial arts. After failing to seize it by force, Barn ultimately killed him, obtaining the complete Great Prophecy technique and this spear.

The consequence was a total falling out with the Radiant Church and the Dragonblood Warrior Clan, who were on good terms with them. In the end, he was hunted by ten peak Sanctuary experts, fleeing all the way to the Arctic Ice Plains until the Plane Overseer threw him into Gobada under the pretext of "disrupting the order of the plane."

"It's a pity to have been tossed into Gobada. This start is a bit unfavorable."

If he were in the Yulan Continent or had transmigrated to a Supreme Plane, Barn would have chosen to dig a hole in the ground and hide for decades, waiting until he had fully adapted to his body before venturing out, but the environment of Gobada did not allow for such seclusion.

"It should be Yulan Calendar 8893 now, over a thousand years before the original protagonist Linley makes his appearance—there's a chance!"

According to his memory, Barn first arrived in Gobada in Yulan Calendar 8750. Having spent 143 years here, it was now exactly 8893.

If his spawn point hadn't been Gobada, Barn would likely have waited until he broke through to the Godlevel before heading to a Supreme Plane, but as things stood, he could only pin his hopes on Linley pulling out the Violet Blood God Sword just as in the original work, allowing him to seize that opportunity to escape.

"Given the current situation, I must break through to the Godlevel as quickly as possible during this time, then prioritize finding the location of Dylin to leave through that spatial weak point; if I can't find it, I'll head to Azure Fire City, hoping to slip out during the brief moment the passage opens."

Barn stood up and walked toward the cave entrance; he needed to speak with his contracted magical beast, Declan, to discuss their next steps.