Just a three-year-old little tyke, your dad's got this in the bag!

Perfect World, deep within the Great Wilderness.

The Vast Mountain Range towered, shrouded in mist.

This was a true human forbidden zone, where Primordial Remnant Species as massive as mountains battled, their earth-shattering roars causing space itself to tremble.

And upon this wild land, filled with primal savagery, a figure, even somewhat disheveled, trekked with difficulty.

It was Tang Hao.

At this moment, he was far from the commanding presence he had on the Douluo Continent, where he could settle matters with a single hammer blow and disregard Spirit Hall as nothing.

The already tattered black robe he wore was now ripped to shreds by the unique thorns of the Great Wilderness, revealing the sturdy bronze muscles beneath.

"Hoo, hoo..."

Tang Hao panted, each step he took proving incredibly difficult, yet strangely, he left no footprints on the ground.

"The gravity here is at least fifty times that of Douluo!"

"If not for my God of Slaughter Domain, and the tempering of my body by the Great Sumeru Hammer, I would have been crushed into a pulp like that Huyan Zhen after just two steps."

Though his body was pushed to its absolute limit, Tang Hao's heart was filled with excitement. He discovered that under this high-pressure environment, the Soul Power within him, dormant for years, was actually circulating at an astonishing speed!

Not only that, but even the old wounds left from forcibly stripping Soul Bones were showing signs of healing!

"A treasure land, this is definitely a treasure land for tempering the body!"

"Just give me ten years, no! Five years!"

"I will break through level 99, even become a god! Then Spirit Hall will be a joke!"

With this thought, Tang Hao walked towards the small village ahead, his mind filled with visions of the future.

As the distance closed, the sound of children's laughter drifted to his ears on the wind.

"Hm? Someone?"

Hearing the commotion, Tang Hao's eyes narrowed, and he cautiously observed the ancient village not far away.

The village was not large, with all its houses built from massive stones, exuding a primitive aura.

Furthermore, a giant willow tree grew at the village entrance.

However, the willow tree looked quite pathetic. Its trunk was charred black, as if struck by lightning, with only a single tender green branch swaying gently in the wind, emitting a faint green glow.

"What a backward village."

After observing for a long time, Tang Hao's tense nerves finally relaxed. "It seems this is just a slum on the fringes of this world."

"There are no powerful Soul Power fluctuations, nor any village defense formations."

"That willow tree, though a bit mystical, looks half-dead. It's probably just an ordinary Plant System Soul Beast, at most Thousand-Year Level."

Soon, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao made his judgment: this was an ordinary village with no threat.

"In that case, this is the place!"

With that, Tang Hao straightened his body, tidied his tattered robes, and made up his mind. "Though I, Tang Hao, am not a top-tier expert in this world, I am more than enough for such a remote place!"

"With my strength, serving as an offering or something here should be effortless."

With his mind made up, Tang Hao no longer hesitated. He channeled all his Soul Power and strode towards Stone Village.

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent, at Shrek Academy.

All eyes were focused on Tang Hao's live broadcast. Seeing that Tang Hao was not only alive but was also about to take over a village, Tang San, Tang Hao's son, was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

"Dad! That's great, Dad is okay!"

Seeing how powerful his father was, Tang San turned to Yu Xiaogang beside him, his eyes filled with admiration, and began to analyze at length:

"Gang... No, Teacher, look, this is the judgment of a strong person!"

"My dad didn't cry and wail like others upon landing, but calmly observed and accurately found the weak point of that world!"

"And that village, it looks extremely primitive, likely the lowest of the low in this world, incapable of causing any trouble."

"With my dad's strength, plus the Clear Sky Hammer, conquering that village will be as easy as flipping a hand!"

"As long as Dad can establish a foothold and slowly acquire the resources of that world, then..." At this thought, Tang San's eyes lit up. He could already imagine the scene where, after Tang Hao stabilized himself, he would be chosen by the Heavenly Curtain to join forces with his father.

After hearing Tang San's analysis, Yu Xiaogang, standing with his hands behind his back, nodded repeatedly. A forced smile spread across his stiff, flat-topped face as he adopted a master's demeanor and said:

"Indeed, Xiao San, your analysis is very thorough."

"According to my Ten Core Competitiveness Theory of Martial Souls, environment determines the strength of a creature."

"Although there are fierce beasts around that village, the villagers wear Animal Skin, clearly indicating they are still in the tribal era, and their productivity must be extremely low."

"Under such a level of civilization, a strong person like your father, who has mastered advanced techniques like the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, is simply a crushing blow to them!"

"It seems this time, your father has it in the bag!"

At this moment, not only them, but all the Soul Masters on the continent cast envious glances at Tang Hao.

"It really has to be the Clear Sky Douluo!"

"What luck, he actually found the starter village!"

"Exactly, though besides luck, one's own strength must be sufficient; otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to lift your legs, let alone reach some ancient village."

"Tang Hao is going to strike it rich now. That village might be dilapidated, but who knows what kind of local specialties it might have."

Meanwhile, in the Perfect World.

At the entrance of Stone Village.

After enduring a period of gravitational suppression, Tang Hao finally managed to carry the Clear Sky Hammer to the base of that charred Willow Tree.

However, upon arriving, he did not enter the village immediately, choosing instead to establish his authority first.

"Ahem!"

Tang Hao cleared his throat, circulated his Soul Power, and let out a low shout toward the entire village:

"Listen up, villagers inside!"

"I am the Clear Sky Douluo. Passing through this place today and seeing your impoverished lives, I have come specifically to bestow a stroke of fortune upon you!"

"As long as you offer your devotion to me, I shall protect you..."

Yet, before he could finish his sentence, the village did not erupt with a crowd of terrified, prostrating primitive villagers as he had imagined.

Instead, only a little tot of two or three years old, wearing split-crotch pants and with a runny nose, walked out curiously while clutching a clay pot nearly the size of his own head and sipping on beast milk.