Lu Mingfei

As for the remaining child, Su Yuntao did not hold out much hope.

Old Jack hurriedly pushed the last boy forward.

The boy was thin and small, with slightly messy black hair and a somewhat pale complexion. He looked like a pampered young master.

He wore a faded gray cloth shirt and patched cloth shoes. His features were fairly delicate, but his eyes carried an indescribable air of listlessness, as though nothing could interest him.

"Lu Mingfei."

Old Jack patted the boy's shoulder, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing his own grandson. "Come on, hold out your hand. Don't be afraid."

Lu Mingfei.

Su Yuntao silently noted the name, said nothing more, and pushed the crystal ball toward him.

Lu Mingfei stared at the crystal ball before him and suddenly felt dazed.

He had been here for six years.

Six years ago, he had still been an insignificant student in a world called Earth, huddled in an internet café playing StarCraft, mocked by his cousin and ignored by his classmates.

Until that mission in Tokyo ended...

When he woke up again, he was already a wrinkled infant lying on a crude wooden bed, with only a bearded man beside him... his adoptive father, Old Jack.

Old Jack had found him at the entrance to the village, wrapped in a scrap of cloth without even a note left behind.

Old Jack had given him the name Lu Mingfei. What it meant was unimportant. What mattered was that he had survived.

As a transmigrator, Lu Mingfei had carefully studied his circumstances.

His consciousness had awakened while he was still in the womb. He could understand the people around him and knew that he had arrived in an unfamiliar world called Douluo Continent.

This world had martial souls, soul power, soul beasts, and soul masters.

The strong could walk through the air and burn mountains and boil seas.

The weak, ordinary people like Old Jack, spent their entire lives scraping food from the soil and could not even defeat a ten-year soul beast.

It had taken Lu Mingfei six years to accept this reality.

He had once imagined awakening some ridiculously awesome martial soul—something like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon or a fire dragon. Either would do.

But he did not dare hope for too much. After all, he was a complete and utter loser, the kind who could not even win at video games.

Why would Heaven give him a second life and throw in a heaven-defying martial soul on top of that? That made no sense.

But... Hui Liyi.

A nearly imperceptible flicker of pain passed through the depths of Lu Mingfei's eyes.

That name, those memories, were the only things he had been unable to let go of since arriving in this world.

He remembered the white-haired girl in the red dress, remembered the clear, water-like gaze in her eyes as she looked at him beneath the setting sun.

He remembered the sight of her standing before him and turning into fragments of light that filled the sky.

He did not know why he had come to Douluo Continent.

But instinctively, he believed that as long as he became strong enough, as long as he reached the pinnacle of this world, he would surely find a way back. He would surely find her.

So he had to become stronger—stronger than anyone else.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath. Then, a warm current of energy poured in through the top of his head. It was Su Yuntao's soul power, spreading through his meridians and into every limb and bone.

Then, in an instant, everything collapsed.

Lu Mingfei felt as though some door within him had been violently forced open. A power so immense it defied imagination erupted from the deepest part of his body, like a volcano that had lain dormant for countless ages finally reaching the moment of eruption.

In that instant, his consciousness was thrust into a boundless void of darkness. Stars glittered in every direction, and in the deepest part of that void, a pair of eyes opened.

What kind of eyes were those?

Golden, like two blazing suns suspended at the summit of the heavens—fiery, majestic, looking down upon all living things.

The owner of those eyes was a gigantic dragon beyond description. Its body coiled through the starry sky, every scale black as the abyss, yet edged with dark golden light that flowed like solidified lava.

Its outspread wings could blot out the sky, its claws could tear apart stars, and its breath could extinguish the sun.

Its very existence was absolute power, an unquestionable dominion.

Black Dragon King.

That name exploded in Lu Mingfei's mind.

At the same time, another entirely different power quietly stirred within him.

It was a white dragon, equally immense, yet utterly unlike the Black Dragon King's brutality.

The White Dragon King was as flawless as the purest white jade. Every scale radiated gentle holy light, and its eyes were silver-white. They lacked the Black Dragon King's savagery, but held instead a clarity that seemed to see through all cycles of cause and effect.

The White Dragon King appeared with extreme subtlety.

Its power covered the Black Dragon King's power like a tide, concealing it completely. Let alone Su Yuntao, even Lu Mingfei himself did not notice this second awakening.

No, perhaps Lu Mingfei did sense something strange, but that feeling vanished in an instant—so quickly that he did not even have time to consider whether it had been an illusion or reality.

Outside, Su Yuntao's expression had completely changed.

Surging black light erupted from Lu Mingfei's body. It was not ordinary black, but an endless darkness that seemed almost capable of swallowing everything.

The black light shot into the sky and condensed in the air into the phantom image of a massive black dragon.

The phantom threw back its head and roared, and an indescribable dragon's might swept outward like a tsunami.

Su Yuntao was the closest, so he bore the brunt of it.

He felt the soul power within him recoil like a frightened rabbit beneath that dragon's might, frantically shrinking back into his soul rings. His legs went weak, and his knees nearly hit the ground.

This was no ordinary pressure. It was the absolute suppression of superior bloodline.

Dragon-type martial souls were among the strongest, rarest, and most elite kinds of martial souls on Douluo Continent.

According to Spirit Hall's records, every soul master who had awakened a dragon-type martial soul had been a powerhouse who left behind a resounding name in history.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had stood tall on Douluo Continent for a thousand years without falling, relying on a single top-tier dragon-type martial soul. That alone showed the value of dragon-type martial souls.

Yet what this thin, small boy had awakened was not some draconic subspecies like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

It was a divine dragon with purer bloodline and far more terrifying pressure!

"Th-This... this..."

Su Yuntao's lips trembled violently.

He had even forgotten the dignity expected of a Spirit Hall deacon. His eyes were wide as he stared fixedly at the black dragon phantom circling and roaring around Lu Mingfei, his voice cracking as he said,

"This is a dragon-type martial soul! This is a top-tier dragon-type martial soul!"

Old Jack was pressed to the ground by that dragon's might, his cloudy old eyes filled with shock.

The other children had long since gone pale with fright.

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed the phenomenon around Lu Mingfei. A thoughtful glint flashed through those pitch-black eyes.