I've Been Targeted

God Realm.

The sea of clouds was vast and ethereal, with celestial light cascading down. In this eternal, unchanging peace, a blindingly intense white light suddenly erupted at the Ascension Staircase, the gateway for those ascending from the lower realms.

To the gods of the God Realm, this phenomenon was all too familiar—another cultivator from the lower realms had broken through the hundred-level divine barrier, attained a godhood, and successfully ascended.

Yet, this light of ascension, which should have lasted for half an incense stick's time to stabilize the new god's divinity, flickered for only a fleeting moment before abruptly extinguishing.

The God Realm had never witnessed such a phenomenon in ten thousand years. Whenever it occurred, there was only one possibility: something had gone terribly wrong with this ascension.

The moment the white light dissipated, before Qian Chongguang could even steady his feet on the white jade platform of the Ascension Staircase, a scarlet tide surging with the baleful energy of an endless sea of blood slammed into him! Before he could react in the slightest, an arm covered in Asura demonic patterns, hard as ten-thousand-year black iron, clamped tightly around his throat.

The force was so tyrannical it was nearly crushing, leaving no room for resistance. It continued to tighten, as if it would snap his cervical vertebrae in the next second, yet it was precisely calibrated to leave him with just enough breath to prevent him from losing consciousness.

The one who had struck was none other than the Law Enforcer of the God Realm, one of the five supreme God Kings—Asura.

Those blood-colored vertical pupils, stained with the slaughter of all heavens, surged with a chill capable of freezing a divine soul, locking firmly onto the Qian Chongguang in his grasp.

"Is it fun?"

Asura's voice was like a grinding mill from the Nine Netherworlds, every word carrying the baleful energy to crush a soul. "Time and time again, you disrupt this Seat's arrangements and ruin the script I meticulously laid out. You ant, you are truly courting death!"

He truly hated Qian Chongguang to the core. He never expected that the Angel Clan of the Douluo Continent would hide such an ancient monster who had lived for who knows how many years, one who, step by step, had turned his plans, cultivated over tens of thousands of years, into a complete mess.

Qian Chongguang's face turned purple from the constriction, his entire body struggling in agony. He looked utterly wretched, yet there was not a hint of fear in his eyes.

That's right, he was a transmigrator.

A transmigrator who had arrived several years earlier than the original plot, born into the direct line of the Angel Clan of the Martial Soul Hall, and by seniority, the actual grandfather of Qian Daoliu.

Initially, he had intended to use his foresight and intellect to seize all the opportunities on the Douluo Continent and push the Martial Soul Hall to an unprecedented peak. But an accident completely shattered his illusions.

It was simple: when he infiltrated the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, intending to claim this treasure land for himself, an inexplicable, mysterious force blasted him out of the area without warning. His soul was severely damaged on the spot, leaving him on the verge of death, nearly torn to shreds by the surrounding soul beasts.

From that moment on, Qian Chongguang understood that all of this was being paved for Tang San.

Why did the shameless Asura God resurrect the already defeated Tang San at the end of the first book?

Many readers felt that Tang San was Asura's own grandson.

After escaping the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well with his life, Qian Chongguang became even more certain that Tang San was indeed Asura's "grandson."

Think about it: why had no one been able to discover the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well for tens of thousands of years? The world was never short of soul masters traveling the continent, yet only Dugu Bo eventually found it, and even then, he didn't know how to utilize the top-tier medicinal herbs covering the mountains.

Add to that the many incorrect information gaps in his memory.

For instance, the father of the contemporary Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Chen Jianjun, didn't even know Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu, who were of his generation. Could it be that the Seven Kill Clan was some reclusive family from a remote mountain corner?

Furthermore, Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang went to Sea God Island, yet Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu only learned of Bo Saixi's existence later. And while Bibi Dong had yet to appear in the Martial Soul Hall, Tang Chen was already losing his mind in Slaughter City.

These illogical flaws had only one explanation—someone had tampered with their memories.

A God King's thoughts were unimpeded, controlling almost everything and everyone in the plane, capable of modifying the memories of mortals at will.

And the only one capable of doing this was a high and mighty God King.

It could be said that all living things had nowhere to hide in the eyes of the gods.

Unless they were in a place of divine trials or possessed divine artifacts, they could not avoid it.

For this reason, he chose to feign death and lie low, no longer revealing himself, and planning in the shadows.

To the Douluo Continent, it was just the unfortunate fall of a genius.

Like a pebble thrown into the ocean, it didn't stir up much of a ripple.

Of course, Qian Chongguang still had confidence in himself, playing a complex and subtle game against the Asura God in the darkness where he couldn't be detected.

The mentor Evil Sword Immortal once said: The most important thing for a person is to have courage and confidence; even with nothing, one can still suppress the opponent and control everything.

To abstain is to give up one's rights, to give up the right to win.

To win, one doesn't necessarily rely on strength or capital; the most important thing is to have confidence and courage. Giving up means certain defeat, while trying still offers a fifty-percent chance.

Therefore, he would not give up!

Without relying on the immortal-grade herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, he had still cultivated to the ninety-ninth level, only a hair's breadth away from the hundredth level.

The kind of breakthrough that could happen at any moment.

With his aptitude, Qian Chongguang knew that even if he broke through, he wouldn't reach the level of a God King, at most a first-tier god.

Thus, he cultivated other methods, including but not limited to the physical body, the soul, and spiritual power.

Besides that, he hadn't just been cultivating; he had overthrown a duchy in the east of the Douluo Continent where no one noticed, wiped out several surrounding small nations, and established the Flame Will Dynasty.

Like the other four great kingdoms, they nominally belonged to the Heaven Dou Empire, but in reality, these five nations had long since become states within a state. Apart from necessary tributes, they were completely autonomous in military, political, and financial power. If not for the Heaven Dou imperial family holding significant military force, civil war might have already broken out.

However, that was only regarding the other four kingdoms.

In front of the Flame Will Dynasty, the Heaven Dou Empire didn't dare ask for tribute; they were grateful enough not to have to pay "tribute" in the name of "gifts" themselves.

Although he was away, there was a puppet on the surface, and two Title Douluo who were not to be trifled with.

The Heaven Dou imperial family, lacking Title Douluo, could only swallow their pride and turn a blind eye.

Even relying on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the top three sects that itself depended on outsiders for combat power, was useless.

In addition, he had established an independent intelligence agency, the Buliangren, whose foundation was in no way inferior to the top three sects.

Martial Soul Hall had originally intended to push the Buliangren to become the fourth sect, but they did not succeed.

Did you really expect a secret intelligence organization to appear openly before the public eye?

Furthermore, there were matters within his own household to consider.

Under his protection, Bibi Dong had little interaction with Qian Xunji. Through his proper guidance, she did not become a Saintess trapped by romance and hatred; instead, she became the Judgment Elder in charge of Martial Soul Hall's penal laws, completely avoiding the tragic fate of madness and death from the original story.

Yu Xiaogang, meanwhile, had no opportunity to seduce the Saintess, nor could he pass off the theories of his predecessors as his own Ten Core Theories.

It was precisely because of this that Qian Chongguang became a target.

Originally, the Asura God had seduced Qian Xunji into the idea of creating two gods in one go. For a direct descendant of the Six-Winged Angel lineage—a waste of talent who possessed a god-level Six-Winged Angel martial soul and an Innate Soul Power near level twenty, yet only broke through to Titled Douluo at the age of fifty—that was the supreme honor for a believer.

Otherwise, with his meager talent, it would have been difficult for him to even become an Angel Priest, so how could he not agree?

He was willing to sacrifice his life and brain for the God King.

It was only when the original brilliant plot of the Asura God was ruined by Qian Chongguang that he grew afraid of his rival, the Destruction God King, discovering his actions. He dared not continue such obvious interference in the development of the continent, so he could only force Qian Chongguang to break through to level one hundred and compel his ascension. He wanted to crush this spoiler with his own hands and pull the deviated plot back onto the track he desired.

The plot happened to be at the point where the protector Tang Hao and his own grandson were about to be born; if he didn't act to drag the man up now, his own grandson would be finished.

And at this moment, facing the Asura God's monstrous killing intent and interrogation.

Qian Chongguang, held by the throat, did not beg for mercy in the slightest. Instead, he curled his lips into a mocking smile and said, word by word: "My money has already been spent."

The Asura God's brows furrowed, his blood-colored pupils filled with confusion and malice: "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

Meeting his murderous gaze, Qian Chongguang's voice was hoarse from suffocation, yet he showed no sign of weakness: "Do you think that if I dared to tear up your script, I wouldn't have prepared a contingency for today?"

"Just by you? You, this ant?"