I Transmigrated into a Prince and Awakened the Royal Griffin!

"Damn, I transmigrated!"

Xue Yao opened his eyes.

What met his gaze was a luxurious ceiling trimmed with gold.

He froze for a moment, wanting to raise his hand to rub his eyes, only to discover his arms were pitifully short.

They were white and chubby, like two sections of lotus root.

He had transmigrated, and he had transmigrated into an infant.

Xue Yao felt quite puzzled.

Not long ago, he was still in front of his computer playing Roco Kingdom World.

His luck had been off the charts; he had just caught a small griffin, a black-and-white dazzle one that was extremely rare.

Before he could even take a screenshot to show off, his computer case suddenly let out a loud bang.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already here.

"Your Majesty, look at our Yao'er, his eyes are wide open."

A woman's voice came from the side, her tone exceptionally gentle.

Xue Yao struggled to turn his little head.

A man and a woman appeared in his line of sight. The two were leaning over the cradle, looking at him with faces full of affection.

These were his parents in this life.

The man was named Xue Lang, and his status was quite extraordinary.

He was a branch member of the Heaven Dou Empire royal family and was currently the King of the Farack Kingdom.

Xue Lang was forty-eight years old, a level 58 Soul King, and his Martial Soul was a Swan.

The woman was his mother, named Gao Nianzhen.

Gao Nianzhen was thirty-five years old and very beautiful, but her strength was even more formidable than the King's.

She was a level 67 Soul Emperor, and her Martial Soul was even rarer—a top-tier mutated Martial Soul, the Golden Lion.

"Our Farack Kingdom will rely on Yao'er in the future."

Xue Lang extended a finger, gently teasing Xue Yao's chin.

He continued, "Nianzhen, what kind of Martial Soul do you think our son will awaken? How much Innate Soul Power will he have?"

Gao Nianzhen rolled her eyes at him.

"Need you ask? He will definitely inherit my Golden Lion."

Her tone was filled with pride. "My Martial Soul is a top-tier mutation. Our son is bound to be stronger than that Swan of yours."

Xue Lang gave a dry laugh, not daring to retort.

In the cradle, Xue Yao listened quietly.

Martial Soul. Innate Soul Power.

As soon as these two terms came out, he understood.

This was the Douluo Continent.

He had read this novel in his past life and was not unfamiliar with the settings within it.

He just didn't know what specific time period this was, whether Tang San had been born yet, or who was in charge of the Martial Soul Hall now.

However, Xue Yao quickly stopped thinking about it.

Since he was here, he would settle in.

Transmigration was actually quite good.

What's more, his reincarnation technique this time was absolutely maxed out.

The second prince of the Farack Kingdom, with a throne to inherit and parents whose strength could be considered formidable in this era—he was a proper top-tier rich second generation.

With a start like this, who would ask for anything more?

The more Xue Yao thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but grin with his toothless mouth, laughing "giggle."

He even stretched out his two little hands and grabbed the finger Xue Lang was using to tease him.

"Oh!"

Xue Lang's eyes lit up, his face full of surprise.

"Nianzhen, look! This kid isn't crying or fussing, and he's even smiling at me!"

Gao Nianzhen leaned over, looking at her son's carefree smiling face, her heart melting as well.

"Yao'er is such a good boy. This child has been sharp since he was small; he'll undoubtedly be a genius in the future."

The great hall was filled with the couple's joyful laughter.

Six years passed in the blink of an eye.

Early morning.

In the back garden of the Farack Kingdom palace.

A boy was out for his morning run.

He wore a fitted training outfit, his forehead slick with sweat, yet his breathing remained rhythmic.

This boy was none other than Xue Yao.

"Your Highness! Please, slow down!"

A maid followed behind him, panting and out of breath.

"Your Highness, stop running. The Queen is waiting for you in the main hall. Today is the day for your Martial Soul awakening!"

Xue Yao came to a halt.

He took the towel handed to him by the maid, wiped the sweat from his face, and nodded.

"I know. I'll go over once I've changed my clothes."

Watching the maid retreat, Xue Yao took a deep breath.

The day had finally arrived.

For these past six years, he hadn't spent a single day idle.

As soon as he learned to walk, he began consciously training his body: running, stretching, and core exercises.

He knew all too well how chaotic the future of this world would be.

Without a strong body, even if one awakened a top-tier Martial Soul, they wouldn't be able to withstand the intensity of high-level cultivation.

Over these years, he had also thoroughly mapped out the current timeline.

Four years ago, a major event had shaken the entire Douluo Continent.

Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, for reasons unknown, had actually killed the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Xunji.

When news of this reached the Farack Kingdom, Xue Yao knew exactly where he stood.

With Qian Xunji dead, it meant the plot had only just begun to unfold.

He silently did the math in his head.

He was six years old this year.

By this calculation, he was two years older than Tang San.

He was two years younger than Dai Mubai of the Star Luo Empire and one year younger than Oscar.

As for Qian Renxue of Martial Soul Hall, she should be seven years his senior.

On the surface, the Douluo Continent appeared calm, but undercurrents were already surging beneath the surface.

Martial Soul Hall was looking to stir up trouble, and the two great empires were far from settled.

When the fighting eventually broke out, it would be enough to tear a hole in the sky.

Therefore, Xue Yao had long ago mapped out two paths for himself.

The first path.

If his Innate Soul Power was below level five after today's awakening, he wouldn't bother struggling.

Without talent, even if he trained himself to death, he would just be cannon fodder.

In that case, he would head straight to Nuoding City and befriend Tang San.

Tang San was the type of person who wouldn't give a second glance to an ordinary person with poor talent.

But he was different.

He was the Second Prince of the Farack Kingdom. A legitimate noble.

What kind of person was Tang San at his core? He was a staunch feudalist warrior.

To put it bluntly, Tang San bought into that sort of thing; he valued status and position.

If he approached him with the title of a prince and offered a few favors, he would definitely be able to cling to that thigh firmly.

Living a stable life would be guaranteed.

That was his fallback plan.

But what if his Innate Soul Power exceeded level five?

What if he was a rare genius?

A smile curled the corners of Xue Yao's mouth.

If his talent was good, why would he need to cling to anyone's thigh?

With the resources of the kingdom at his disposal and parents who were both high-level Spirit Masters, he could walk a path entirely his own.

To hold one's destiny in one's own hands—that was the real thrill.

Half an hour later.

Xue Yao took a shower and changed into a luxurious formal suit.

He pushed open the door and strode toward the main hall of the palace.

Inside the main hall.

Xue Lang and Gao Nianzhen had been waiting for a long time.

Six years had passed, but Xue Lang had not changed much; he still maintained the refined air of a king.

Gao Nianzhen, however, looked even younger.

She had just made a breakthrough last year. She was now a level 72 Soul Saint.

In the entire Farack Kingdom, Gao Nianzhen was the ceiling of combat power.

Seeing her son walk in, Gao Nianzhen's eyes were filled with doting affection.

She stepped forward and patted Xue Yao on the head.

"Yao'er, are you nervous?"

Xue Yao shook his head. His gaze was very calm.

"Not nervous. Mom, let's begin."

Gao Nianzhen smiled with satisfaction.

She loved this steady temperament in her son. He never panicked when facing major events.

"Good. Today, Mother will awaken your soul personally."

Gao Nianzhen took two steps back.

The next second.

The air in the main hall suddenly turned violent.

Gao Nianzhen's eyes narrowed. A layer of dazzling golden light erupted from her body.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Accompanied by a low lion's roar, the phantom of a massive Golden Lion emerged behind her.

The lion was majestic, its golden mane appearing as if it were burning.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Seven soul rings rose from beneath her feet, floating up and down in the main hall.

The pressure of a Soul Saint spread directly outward.

Xue Yao stood in place, watching the seven soul rings on his mother.

His eyes were frighteningly bright.

This was the power of a soul master. It was so oppressive.

"Yao'er, walk to the center of the formation."

Gao Nianzhen raised her hand and pointed to the six black stones already arranged on the ground.

Xue Yao did not hesitate.

He stepped forward and walked directly into the hexagram formation composed of the awakening stones.

After standing still, he took a deep breath.

Come on.

Whether I am a dragon or a worm, it all depends on this moment.