Reversing Yin and Yang, Turning Heaven and Earth

Fierce winds howled, and the torrential rain poured down like a waterfall.

The lightning in the sky illuminated a lone figure amidst the mud.

Qian Xunji gasped for air, every breath accompanied by a tearing pain in his lungs. Blood mixed with rainwater trickled down his long golden hair, yet his hands, which were clutching the bundle in his arms, remained as immovable as cast iron.

Behind him lay the endless, frenzied pursuit of the Haotian Hall.

Just half an hour ago, a battle so tragic it deserved to be etched into history had come to an end. The woman who had been willing to abandon everything for him, the woman he loved to the marrow of his bones—A-Dong, a Blue Silver Spider Emperor who had cultivated into human form from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—had resolutely chosen to sacrifice herself to save him in his darkest hour.

The blue-silver, sorrowfully beautiful spider silk turned into fireflies across the night sky. It was the final glow of her life, eventually condensing into a cocoon in his hands. That blood-weeping Hundred-Thousand-Year red soul ring forcibly merged into his body, the violent energy instantly shattering his original bottleneck and propelling him to become the youngest Title Douluo on this continent!

Relying on the brief and terrifying burst of power brought by the sacrifice, he risked the danger of his meridians snapping to strike the high-and-mighty Pope Tang Hao, leaving him severely wounded and vomiting blood. Taking advantage of the chaos in the Haotian Hall's formation, he had managed to carve out a bloody path while carrying his newborn child, Qian San, who was currently in his arms.

"A-Dong..."

Qian Xunji's consciousness began to blur... The price of that forced breakthrough, coupled with the pursuit of the Haotian Hall, had already destroyed his vitality. He exhausted his last ounce of strength, stumbling into the hollow of a towering ancient tree.

He lowered his head tremblingly, and by the faint light of the lightning, he took a deep look at the infant in his arms who was still fast asleep, oblivious to the cruel world.

"Live... you must live..."

The last glimmer of light in the eyes of the continent's youngest Title Douluo faded completely. His head hung limply, and he breathed his last.

I do not know how much time had passed.

"Hiss—it hurts! Damn it, that truck really didn't use any anesthesia when it hit me!"

In the tree hollow, the body of the long-dead Qian Xunji twitched violently. He sucked in a cold breath and snapped his eyes open. He clutched his head in agony, feeling as if his brain had been shoved into an automatic washing machine and set to a high-speed spin.

As a modern youth who spent his late nights ruthlessly roasting poorly-written webnovels, his last memory was of blinding headlights while crossing the street.

"Where... where is this? A film set? Cosplay?"

He looked blankly at his tattered, dark-red blood-stained vintage robes, then touched his own wet, golden hair. Before he could figure out the situation, a faint cry of an infant came from his arms.

"What the hell? A baby? I've been single since birth for over twenty years, I haven't even held a girl's hand, so how did I wake up with a kid?"

Just as he was shocked beyond measure, a massive, suffocating torrent of memories crashed into his brain like a burst dam.

His name was Qian Xunji.

His lover was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

He had just been hunted down, and his lover had sacrificed herself.

"Wait, Qian Xunji? Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Sacrifice?" He widened his eyes. These phrases, when strung together, looked far too familiar.

"Did I transmigrate into Douluo Continent? And I'm that 'Secret Room Douluo' Qian Xunji? But wait, wasn't it Ah Yin who sacrificed herself?"

He quickly closed his eyes, enduring the stinging pain in his mind, and began to carefully sort through the memories of the original owner of this body.

A few minutes later, he snapped his eyes open, his expression as vivid as if he had seen a ghost; his features were even twisted by the sheer absurdity of it all.

"...I don't understand..."

He nearly spat a mouthful of blood onto the tree trunk. What kind of memories were these?

First, he was indeed Qian Xunji, but he was a hopeless romantic. Because he fell in love with the Blue Silver Spider Emperor A-Dong, he was hunted by the so-called righteous force, the Haotian Hall. In the end, after A-Dong gave birth to Qian San and sacrificed herself, he became the youngest Title Douluo.

And the righteous force hunting him was actually called the Haotian Hall! The Pope who had been severely wounded by him and fled back was none other than Tang Hao!

That wasn't all. According to the information in his memory, the Ruling Elder and Great Elder of this Haotian Hall was named Tang Chen, and his martial soul was a god-level Six-Prism Clear Sky Hammer! Most heaven-defying of all, the deity worshipped by their Haotian Hall was actually called the Earth Hammer God!

"What the hell is an Earth Hammer God? It sounds like a local construction foreman! Did a dog eat their sense of aesthetics?" Qian Xunji grabbed his hair in despair.

He shivered and continued to flip through the memories, trying to find something normal to calm himself down.

His own sect was called the Angel Sect, and his father, the Supreme Elder Qian Daoliu, had been missing for many years—apparently, he had gone off to seek the inheritance of a god.

Well, that sounded somewhat normal.

What about the other sects?

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan from the original story was now called the Blue Lightning Glazed Dragon Clan, and it had become the number one beast martial soul sect in the world!

Their martial soul, the Blue Lightning Glazed Dragon, had a body like glazed glass, and the secret technique they mastered was called Glazed Transformation. At its peak, one could turn their entire body into glazed glass, becoming indestructible!

The Sect Master was Ning Yuanzhen, a level 95 Title Douluo.

His younger brother was Ning Luomian, a level 82 Soul Douluo, and he had an illegitimate daughter named Bai Yihu, whose martial soul was a mutated Water Dragon, level 78.

What about the Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang? When Qian Xunji reached this part of his memory, he laughed so hard he sounded like a pig.

The Grandmaster here was named Ning Dagang. Because his martial soul evolution failed, his Innate Soul Power was only half a level. His martial soul was a Glazed Piglet named Luo Four-Spear, and its method of attack was actually firing fart bombs!

Moreover, he could only fire four in a row before needing a cooldown! Because of this absurd martial soul, Ning Dagang began researching martial soul theory, ran to the Haotian Hall, met the Saintess Bibi Yin, and was cruelly torn apart from her by Tang Hao.

"Hahahaha, a pig that fires fart bombs." Even more ridiculous was that Ning Dagang, Bai Yihu, and Fu Lanya—whose martial soul was a One-Eyed Dog Owl—could combine to perform a Martial Soul Fusion Skill called Black Iron Fallen Dragon!

Finally, there was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect from the original story, which had transformed into the Seven Treasure Overlord Pagoda Sect. The setting for this sect was even more bizarre: their martial soul was a seven-story pagoda. They had an innate limitation: they could never break through level 79 in their entire lives.

Every time they absorbed a soul ring, the corresponding Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would be imprisoned in the corresponding floor of the pagoda, and they could summon it directly to fight! They had completely turned into Summoners! The current Sect Master was Yu Fengzhi, a miserable level 79 Soul Saint.

The sect had two guardian Douluo: one was Gu Xin, whose martial soul was a Bone Sword—a sword martial soul that pursued the intent of protection, level 95; the other was Chen Rong, whose martial soul was a Seven Kill Dragon, who pursued killing intent every day, also level 95.

"..."

Qian Xunji was already numb. He had no other choice.

He exhaled a long, murky breath, looking down at the infant in his arms who had stopped crying and was now staring up at him with wide, dark, glistening eyes.

"So, you must be Qian San, right?" Qian Xunji reached out and poked the baby's soft, tender cheek.

"Your mother is a Spider, your enemy is the Haotian Hall, and your father—that's me—is currently a wanted criminal with the rank of a Title Douluo, but suffering from severe injuries and liable to drop dead at any moment... The start for us father and son is, frankly, a bit too thrilling."

Qian Xunji leaned against the tree trunk, forcing himself to stand despite the agonizing pain that made his entire body feel as if it were falling apart. No matter how inverted or absurdly twisted this world might be, since he had taken over this body, he had to survive first. As for that so-called Earth Hammer God or whatever fart-launching glazed pig there was, he would have plenty of time to deal with them later.

He took a deep breath of the cold, earthy air, wrapped Qian San tighter in his arms, and limped out of the tree hollow.

Following the forest path for a while, the faint outline of a village appeared ahead. At the entrance stood a weathered, dilapidated wooden sign with three crooked characters carved into it—

Soul Saint Village.

Qian Xunji stopped in his tracks, looked up at the sign that felt heavy with destiny, then looked down at Qian San, who was currently sucking on his fingers.

He sighed helplessly, raised his free hand, and pressed it firmly against his forehead.

"Forget it. To hell with the Haotian Hall and the Angel Sect; I'll just take it one step at a time."