Notebook? Sea King Theory!

Bai Yu lay on the bed with a twisted expression, muttering to himself.

"What the hell use is this Notebook? If I relied on it, Little Scoundrel would probably ascend while I was still hanging around as a Titled Douluo."

"And these Dungeons—after I give one to someone else, they can actually share what I write?"

"Isn't this just writing a diary for the teacher to inspect? Just thinking about it makes my toes curl. What decent person writes a diary? I certainly don't!"

"Hm? No, wait. It might actually be useful!"

His expression sharpened. He sat up from the bed, looked at the Notebook on the floor covered in footprints, picked it up, and brushed away the dust.

"Since the Dungeons can see what I write, can't I just make up stories however I want?"

"As long as I give the Dungeons to other people, then spin a bunch of nonsense, won't I be able to make them brainwash themselves?"

"It'd be best to give them to women. I could catch a few fish while I was at it."

Bai Yu's expression kept shifting, awkward one moment and excited the next.

Having fully developed at seventeen, he could honestly say: Girls, you smell so good. I'm craving you! I'm a lecher.

"This isn't a Notebook at all. This is clearly Sea King Theory! No, I need to study this carefully. I also need to choose the Dungeon holders carefully. It'd be best if I could make things difficult for Scum."

Light gleamed in Bai Yu's eyes as he held the Notebook and began fiddling with it carefully.

"As for the name, I'll change it to Chronicle of Time! As for the candidates, there are only twelve in total..."

"My dear teacher, Little Angel, and Little Fox need one too."

"On Shrek's side, Zhu Zhuqing is settled. Little Rabbit has to have one—she helps Scum too much. Ning Rongrong, I'll settle on her for now. She's also been quite helpful to Scum."

"Tsk, that's already six. They really don't go far enough." Bai Yu raised his brow. His frustration over not having enough Dungeons had changed from utter crap at the beginning to a genuine delight.

"Ah Yin will do; I can screw over Tang Hao. Liu Erlong, to screw over Gangzi. Bo Saixi... I'll see if I can take Scum's Sea God position."

"And the Silver Dragon King. If she really goes up against Asura, she'll be useful. Snow Girl guards the Ice God's inheritance, so she can be worked into the plan as well."

"Only one left?" His tone was astonished, as though he could hardly believe it.

"Forget it, who should get it? Tang Yuehua? Her noble temperament is pretty enticing too."

As time passed, Bai Yu finished selecting the twelve Dungeon holders. Looking at the Notebook on the table, now split into thirteen copies, he murmured,

"One more thing. Set it so that Dungeon holders cannot reveal the Dungeon's contents to anyone else, and cannot harm other Dungeon holders. Disperse."

As Bai Yu's voice fell, the twelve Dungeons turned into streams of light and vanished.

At that very moment, every person Bai Yu had chosen as a Dungeon holder felt a ray of light enter their minds, followed by information about the Yin Yang Chronicle emerging before them.

Meanwhile, Bai Yu began his performance.

[I have been reborn for seventeen years, and only today did I finally figure out how to use this Chronicle of Time that brought me back to the past.]

[And today is the day before the turning point of fate on the Douluo Continent. Tomorrow, Tang San, the Child of Destiny disguised by an Outerworld Demonic God, will begin his road to godhood.]

[In the end, he possessed two gods at once, destroyed Spirit Hall, and tangled with me—a remnant of Spirit Hall who had gathered the remaining third of Douluo Star's fortune—for nearly a hundred years. We died together beyond Douluo Star.]

As Bai Yu began writing with his thoughts, the women who possessed Dungeons all changed expression and cried out in shock.

Even the Silver Dragon King and Ah Yin were jolted awake from their slumber.

Chronicle of Time, Bai Yu Chronicle? I cannot mention its contents to anyone else? Watching it for one year grants one level of Soul Power?

At the Rose Hotel in Suotuo City, Xiao Wu looked at the information that appeared in the Chronicle of Time and jumped up in shock, shouting,

"Impossible! What Chronicle of Time? How could Brother possibly be..."

Before she could finish, Xiao Wu suddenly felt her heart clench violently, as if an invisible hand had gripped it tightly and was about to crush it apart.

Cold sweat covered her forehead. She realized that if she continued, her heart might burst and kill her.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong? What happened?"

Hearing Xiao Wu's cry and the convulsions that followed, Tang San abandoned his cultivation and hurried over, asking in alarm.

Xiao Wu raised her head and looked at Tang San with a complicated expression. "It's nothing. I had a nightmare."

Tang San wiped the cold sweat from Xiao Wu's forehead. "Don't be afraid. I'm here with you."

"Mm." Xiao Wu answered softly, then closed her eyes and thought to herself,

No matter what you are, my brother is not an Outerworld Demonic God. You won't fool me!

Bai Yu got up, poured himself a cup of water to calm down, then continued writing.

[Come to think of it, I was entangled with Tang San for nearly a hundred years in my previous life. I know his background inside and out.]

[Tomorrow, when Tang San enters Shrek, will be his turning point. It can be called the gathering of fortune from all directions.]

[And the Chronicle of Time revealed its wonders today and gained the ability to record years, though one level of Soul Power per year is rather little.]

[Hm... I'll start with Little Scoundrel's experiences from my previous life. Since he will be my opponent in the future, I'll treat it as filling in the gaps in my own knowledge.]

As he wrote this, everyone possessing a Chronicle of Time grew solemn, waiting for its introduction to Tang San.

They were all curious what sort of person could possess two gods, destroy Spirit Hall, and what exactly an Outerworld Demonic God was.

[Tang San was born twelve years ago and grew up in Holy Spirit Village. As an Outerworld Demonic God, he could already cook and support himself and his father when he was two or three years old.]

[Speaking of it, his father was the first to know that Tang San was an Outerworld Demonic God, because his father was a Titled Douluo.]

[That was Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao—Tang Hao. I only learned that Tang San was an Outerworld Demonic God when I killed Tang Hao and used an illusion to guide his memories.]

About three hundred li from Holy Spirit Village, inside a cave behind a waterfall, Ah Yin's regrown Blue Silver Grass body thrashed irregularly.

Her newly awakened soul muttered, "Hao Ge, is our child really an Outerworld Demonic God?"

Because she was too weak, the entire Blue Silver Grass soon wilted again, its blades drooping onto the surrounding earth.

[Since Tang Hao has come up, let's briefly look back at him. Tang Hao, nicknamed Rat, titled Clear Sky, and known by the grand name Tang Hao.]

[When he was young, he formed a duo with his brother Tang Xiao called the Clear Sky Twin Stars. They were the leading figures of their generation.]

[Later, one encounter with Ah Yin led to a lifetime of mistakes. The two brothers both fell for the same blade of grass. That's right, grass.]

[Ah Yin liked Tang Hao, so Tang Xiao withdrew on his own and gave Ah Yin to Tang Hao. The two naturally got together and lived shamelessly together for a long time.]

[Until Ah Yin told Tang Hao that she was a transformed Spirit Beast. From then on, Tang Hao tossed and turned, wanting both a Spirit Ring and a wife.]

The people watching through the Dungeons all wore strange expressions. Ah Yin even swung her grass blades, wanting to refute it.

[Later, an opportunity arose. Ah Yin became pregnant, and during pregnancy, the aura of a transformed Spirit Beast cannot be concealed.]

[Tang Hao knew this and smacked his forehead, coming up with an idea. He was conveniently at rank ninety and had yet to obtain a Spirit Ring, so he took his pregnant wife out to roam!]

[If he lost while roaming, he would carry the child home. Such was fate. If he won, then he would gain a Spirit Ring and from then on, sacrifice his wife to heaven and possess limitless Soul Power!]

"Pfft." The information coming from the Chronicle of Time made the women watching it burst into laughter.

They had never expected the renowned Clear Sky Douluo to have such a story. It was truly fascinating, and they continued reading.

[As for the result, there's no need to say it. He won. A red Spirit Ring hung upon his body, and from then on, the Douluo Continent was his world!]

[Just kidding. Tang Hao's idea brought him unimaginable psychological trauma, because his son died!]

[Tsk, it's already late. I haven't slept for nearly three days. That's all for today. I'll continue tomorrow.]