Ling Xuqing!

"Kid, kid, little one!"

A call, ancient, hoarse, yet seemingly imbued with the terrifying pressure of some primordial wilderness, exploded in Ling Xuqing's mind like a muffled thunderclap.

The voice seemed to pierce through endless space and time, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and urgency, forcibly dragging Ling Xuqing out of the deep darkness.

Ling Xuqing opened his eyes abruptly, his vision gradually focusing after a brief moment of blurriness and double images.

What met his eyes was not the ceiling of his familiar bedroom on Blue Star, nor the harsh incandescent lights of a hospital, but a strange space that was chaotic, dim, and filled with countless turbulent flows of violent energy.

He looked at this completely unfamiliar environment, his entire being falling into deep contemplation.

There was no panicked shouting, nor did he jump up and scramble around; Ling Xuqing simply lay where he was, his brain whirring at high speed.

He remembered clearly that a second ago he was still in his apartment on Blue Star, having just finished a busy day of work and preparing to brew a cup of coffee to relax, when everything went black. When he opened his eyes again, he was in this godforsaken place.

Transmigration?

As a modern person who grew up under the influence of Blue Star web novels, this term surfaced in his mind almost instantly.

But what followed was a strong sense of absurdity and disbelief.

How could something like transmigration, which only existed in fantasy, truly happen to an ordinary Blue Star worker like him?

Ling Xuqing took a deep breath, trying to calm the heart that was pounding wildly in his chest.

He slowly lifted his heavy eyelids, his gaze crossing the faint golden mist ahead, and finally saw the scene before him.

At this sight, his pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing stalled in that instant.

Not far in front of him, suspended quietly in the void, was a man.

No, perhaps "man" was not an accurate description. It was a towering, majestic figure whose face was blurred within golden light.

He wore a robe that seemed to be woven from pure radiance, and most striking of all were the pair of dazzling, infinitely majestic golden dragon horns atop his head.

The dragon horns coiled and spiraled like two sleeping true dragons, ancient and mysterious runes flowing upon them. Just a single glance gave one the illusion that their soul was about to be torn apart and crushed.

"Who are you? And where is this?"

Ling Xuqing forced himself to stay calm. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva; although his voice was somewhat dry and trembling, he still maintained basic composure.

He knew that in such a completely unknown and dangerous environment, panic would only accelerate his death.

Hearing Ling Xuqing's question, the man with golden horns and a face shrouded in divine light slowly lowered his head.

Although he could not see the man's specific features, Ling Xuqing could clearly feel an extremely complex, profound gaze piercing through the void and locking firmly onto him.

"Who... am I?"

The man's voice sounded again, this time not as a telepathic transmission in his mind, but vibrating directly in the space before Ling Xuqing.

"It has been too long since I heard that question. So long that... even I have almost forgotten my own name."

The man sighed slightly, and with this sigh, the surrounding violent energy turbulence miraculously calmed down a little.

"You may call me, Dragon God."

"Dragon God?!"

"To be precise, the place you are currently in is the edge of the Douluo God Realm: the Forbidden God Land!"

Ling Xuqing gasped.

If he had still held a shred of hope that "perhaps this is just some high-tech holographic projection" or a "dream," then when the words "Dragon God" were spoken by the other party, the last bit of hope in his heart was completely extinguished.

"Douluo God Realm, Forbidden God Land, edge of the God Realm, Dragon God, Golden Dragon King..."

These terms flashed and collided crazily in Ling Xuqing's mind like a barrage of cannon fire.

He was completely numb, his brain seemingly having crashed, with only these few nouns looping infinitely.

He, Ling Xuqing, an ordinary person from Blue Star, had actually transmigrated into the world of Douluo Continent?

And it wasn't a transmigration to the prosperous empires of Douluo Continent, nor to the scene of a martial soul awakening ceremony, but a physical transmigration directly to the land of chaotic laws at the edge of the Douluo God Realm—the Forbidden God Land!

What made his scalp tingle even more and his blood feel as if it were freezing was that he finally saw what he was lying on.

It was not a stone bed, nor was it the ground, but a section of a scale so massive it could not be described in words, emitting a dark golden light!

Each scale was the size of a house, covered in ancient and hideous cracks, as if they could shatter at any moment.

From deep within those scales, a terrifying, heart-palpitating power of blood and vitality was continuously emanating, along with a monstrous resentment and grief suppressed by endless years.

"You... you see it."

The Dragon God's voice sounded at the right moment, interrupting Ling Xuqing's thoughts.

His gaze followed Ling Xuqing's line of sight and fell upon the massive dark golden dragon body, a trace of undisguised pain and sorrow flashing in his eyes.

"This is the Forbidden God Land at the edge of the Douluo God Realm, and what you are lying on is the Golden Dragon King."

The Dragon God slowly raised a hand, a cluster of soft golden light condensing at his fingertips, and gently touched the center of Ling Xuqing's brow.

In an instant, a vast and gentle stream of information poured into Ling Xuqing's mind.

"Back then, I, the Dragon God, fell in the great war of the God Realm, my divine soul and body split in two. The Silver Dragon King took my wisdom and elemental control and fled to Douluo Continent; while the Golden Dragon King, bearing all my power and blood, was sealed here by the combined efforts of the God Realm Committee."

"A wisp of my remnant soul is attached to the body of the Golden Dragon King. Throughout these endless years, I have been sleeping within this seal, waiting to run out of oil and lamp, to dissipate completely between heaven and earth."

The Dragon God's voice was low and calm, as if he were telling a story unrelated to himself. "But your arrival disturbed this seal and awakened this wisp of my lingering remnant soul."

Ling Xuqing blankly digested the information in his mind, feeling the world spin.

Physical transmigration! He had transmigrated with his flesh and blood!

What did this mean? It meant he hadn't undergone the baptism of this world's laws, had no identity in this world, no soul power, and not even a legal "temporary residence permit" for the God Realm!

"I... I'm just an ordinary person from Blue Star..."

Ling Xuqing muttered to himself, his voice filled with bitterness and helplessness.

He recalled his life on Blue Star.

Although he wasn't wealthy, he had a stable career, a life he loved, parents, and friends.

He couldn't figure out why he had inexplicably been dragged into such a grand narrative of gods fighting.

"How do I go back to Blue Star?"

Ling Xuqing looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with urgency and hope as he looked at the Dragon God.

The Dragon God did not answer immediately, just watching him quietly.

Ling Xuqing's heart gradually sank.

He looked around; this Forbidden God Land had chaotic laws and distorted space, and one would be torn to pieces if not careful.

Even if he could luckily leave this place, outside was the Douluo God Realm!

How could those high-and-mighty gods who controlled the laws of the universe allow an "interdimensional stowaway" of unknown origin to run wild on their turf?

His mortal body, which had no divine power fluctuations, would probably be slapped into meat paste by the enforcers of the God Realm the moment he stepped out of the Forbidden God Land, or be crushed directly by the exclusionary laws of this world!

"It's over, it's completely over."

Ling Xuqing gave a bitter smile and sat down on the cold, hard scales of the Golden Dragon King.

He had originally thought that even if he transmigrated, he would at least awaken some heaven-defying martial soul, take a Title Douluo as a master, and then step by step reach the pinnacle of life and marry a beautiful woman.

But now?

The start was hell-difficulty, located in the absolute forbidden zone at the edge of the God Realm, with a Golden Dragon King that could go berserk at any time lying beside him, and a Creation God with only a remnant soul standing overhead.

How was he supposed to play this? This was a disastrous start!

Ling Xuqing sighed, his gaze staring blankly at the chaotic void ahead.

Everything from Blue Star flashed through his mind: the soy milk and fried dough sticks at the street corner in the morning, the crowded subway after work, the code flashing on the computer screen, and that pot of green dill he had just watered on the balcony...

Those ordinary and real fireworks of life now seemed so unreachable, yet so nostalgic.

"Blue Star... my career..."

He whispered, his tone full of lingering melancholy.

Just then, the Dragon God, who had been silent, suddenly moved.

He slowly withdrew his gaze from Ling Xuqing, his face shrouded in divine light lifting slightly, as if examining the cage that had locked him away for endless years.

Then, he lowered his head again, his eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of stars, looking at Ling Xuqing deeply and carefully.

That gaze seemed to have the power to pierce the soul, scanning Ling Xuqing from head to toe, from his physical body to his soul, in great detail.

Ling Xuqing felt his hair stand on end under this gaze and subconsciously tensed his body.

He didn't know what this supreme remnant soul of the Creation God had seen, or what he was planning.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the Dragon God finally withdrew his gaze.

He nodded slightly, and his originally hoarse and low voice unexpectedly carried a trace of imperceptible amusement and certainty.

"Kid," the Dragon God looked at him and said word by word,

"If you want to go to Blue Star, I can help you!"