Transmigration

This work contains a large amount of fan-created content.

2 posts, 4 Q, 6 reads, 8 up, 10 has; please refer to the beginning of Chapter 66.

This is my first time writing, so please forgive me if it isn't good. My memory isn't great either, so there may be some mistakes.

This work breaks up some pairings. Xie Yuan and Xu Le have been changed to Xie Xu and Le Yuan.

Jin Qiu still remembered that, before he transmigrated, he had enjoyed posting his writing simultaneously on Tomato Reading and QQ, just in case.

He wondered if anyone could understand what he meant.

"So boring... When will we finally reach Douluo Continent?"

Jin Qiu drifted listlessly through Tang Wulin's Spirit Sea. His enormous golden dragon tail lazily swept across the flowing river of golden light beneath him. Every droplet it splashed contained terrifying power capable of tearing apart a continent, yet the instant they touched the eighteen golden chains stretching across heaven and earth, they were smoothed away by a gentle but irresistible force.

This was the seal Tang San had personally laid down. Every chain was engraved with God King-level runes, layered like a cage and firmly locking the source of the Golden Dragon King at his peak within this tiny spiritual world.

But it only locked him up—that was all. His divine consciousness remained at the complete God King level, and his power source had suffered no loss. He had merely been temporarily cut off from the outside world, like a giant dragon trapped in a golden cage. No matter how sturdy the cage was, it could not harm the beast within.

During the hundreds of thousands of years since he had transmigrated into the Golden Dragon King, he had spent most of his time inside the enormous dragon cocoon he had formed within the Divine Forbidden Land.

Throughout those pitch-black years of sealing, he could only pass the time by counting his scales, absorbing the divine energy around him, and recalling the plots of novels he had read in his previous life. He did not even have anyone to talk to.

It was not until the rebellion launched by the God King of Destruction and the spacetime turbulence that swept through the entire Divine Realm suddenly descended that the restrictions of heaven and earth shattered inch by inch in the terrifying spatial storm. The Divine Realm's border defenses were ripped open with countless breaches as easily as paper, and he finally obtained the chance to break free that he had long dreamed of.

After the Dragon God War ended, the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena, had taken the remaining forces and used the opportunity to escape to the lower realms. This had always been a thorn in the hearts of the gods of the Divine Realm.

From then on, the Divine Realm had greatly reinforced its border defenses. Every spatial passage leading to the lower realms had been sealed with three layers of God King-level restrictions, with law-enforcement gods patrolling day and night.

Now, he could no longer replicate the Silver Dragon King's route of directly breaking through in her true body. Once his Golden Dragon King body was exposed, Tang San, Ji Dong, and Lie Yan, the three God Kings, would immediately join forces to kill him. Even at his peak, the Golden Dragon King could never retreat unharmed under the assault of three God Kings.

After breaking free, he had only one thought left: run. If he could flee, he would never stay and fight. He had made up his mind not to clash head-on with those three God Kings.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to tear the Divine Realm apart, compressing his violent power and vast divine consciousness to their smallest possible state. Then he ran wildly throughout the Divine Realm, avoiding the pursuit of the three God Kings.

While fleeing, he also tossed out a few skills from time to time, forcing them to divert their attention to defense. Of course, he also occasionally hurled skills at the three God Kings so they would have no time to recover.

Although the surrounding space had been sealed off, preventing him from escaping too far from the Divine Realm's core, it was enough to stall them.

And what he had been waiting for was the moment Tang Wulin was born.

The instant Tang Wulin was born, he immediately stuffed his compressed and partially sealed source, power, and divine core into Tang Wulin's body in one go. He gambled that Tang San would not harm his own son.

And in the end, he had won that gamble.

Tang San had indeed discovered his actions immediately. That icy, bone-piercing killing intent had almost instantly wrapped around his source.

But just as he had expected, Tang San ultimately did not dare deal a fatal blow to his own child.

He could only watch helplessly as the Golden Dragon King's source completely fused with Tang Wulin's bloodline. In the end, he could only reluctantly set down these eighteen progressively layered seals, suppressing his power bit by bit. Then, after leaving behind a strand of divine consciousness, he hurriedly sent Tang Wulin to Douluo Continent before turning to join the battle against the spacetime turbulence.

"I wonder what these two things are even for."

Jin Qiu floated in the center of the Spirit Sea and spread open his enormous dragon claw.

Within his palm, one green and one purple seed slowly revolved, giving off completely different yet mutually opposing terrifying auras.

The green seed was warm and jade-like, surrounded by a faint halo of life, as if it contained the vitality of the entire universe. The purple seed, meanwhile, was incomparably violent. Arcs of destructive lightning danced across its surface, and even the slightest trace of leaked aura caused ripples to spread across the surrounding golden river of light.

He had taken them amid the chaos during his first battle with Tang San after breaking free.

At the time, the Divine Realm had been in utter chaos. Both the impact of the spacetime turbulence and his rampage throughout the Divine Realm had left the remaining three God Kings overwhelmed.

And because Tang San had been busy protecting the Divine Realm, he had not had time to place the source seeds left behind by the God King of Life and the God King of Destruction somewhere safe. He could only carry them on him.

Even Jin Qiu had not expected it to go so smoothly.

After all, these were the crystallized sources of two God Kings—the key to rebuilding the Divine Realm. He had originally thought Tang San would hide them in the safest place in the Divine Realm. He had never expected him to carry them around.

He played with the two seeds in his hand, carefully probing the power within them with his divine consciousness.

The Life Seed contained endless vitality. With enough energy, it could even create a complete life-bearing planet from nothing. The Destruction Seed, on the other hand, contained destruction power in its purest form. With a single thought, it could turn an entire continent into scorched earth.

"I need to think about what to do next."

According to the original plot, they would soon arrive at Douluo Continent. Tang Wulin would be sent there and later found in the snow by Tang Ziran and his wife.

In fact, he could directly possess Tang Wulin right now.

Although his power had been suppressed by eighteen seals, his divine consciousness was still complete at the God King level.

As long as he wished it, with a single thought, he could easily erase Tang Wulin's not-yet-fully-formed consciousness, take over this body, and become the true protagonist.

With the Golden Dragon King's source power, combined with the support of the Life Seed and Destruction Seed, he could return to the peak of the God King realm within less than a thousand years, perhaps even surpassing the Dragon God of old.

But he truly could not bring himself to do it.

As an ordinary reader in his previous life, Tang Wulin had been one of his favorite characters.

He had watched that boy, who had borne the Golden Dragon King's seal since childhood and silently endured all that pain and loneliness, grow step by step from an ordinary child of Eastsea City into a hero who saved the continent.

He could not bear to make that sunny, resilient boy disappear by his own hand.

Besides, compared to being a protagonist constantly fighting and killing, he felt that he was more suited to being a behind-the-scenes cheat-code "grandpa."

Just imagine it. Whenever Tang Wulin encountered danger, he could casually throw out a little of the Golden Dragon King's power and help him escape disaster. Whenever Tang Wulin hit a bottleneck in cultivation, a little guidance from his God King-level divine consciousness could make everything click. Whenever those villains thought victory was in their grasp, he could suddenly step in and slap every blind fool to death.

Wasn't living like that—lying back to watch the show and occasionally showing off—far better than painstakingly grinding monsters and leveling up himself?

Jin Qiu yawned, curled up his enormous dragon body, and lay down in the middle of the warmest golden river in the Spirit Sea.

"Forget it. I'll sleep first."

He had plenty of time anyway.

"Dad, what do you think my martial soul will be? I'll definitely have soul power, right?"

Just six years old, Tang Wulin clutched his father's rough hem. His little leather shoes anxiously rubbed against the bluestone pavement outside Red Mountain Academy as he raised his small face and asked excitedly.

What he loved most were the stories his father told him before bed about soul masters—powerful soul masters who could fly through the heavens and burrow through the earth, lift thousand-jin boulders, and protect the peace of a region. They had been the people he admired most ever since he was little.

His beautiful eyes curved like crescents, filled with sparkling anticipation.

Tang Wulin had a head of soft black hair, its ends slightly curled upward. He stood half a head taller than children his age, with somewhat broader shoulders as well.

What drew the most attention were his eyes. His clear pupils contained distinct layers of yellow, white, and black. His long eyelashes were thick and curled, and whenever they fluttered lightly, even many girls would feel inferior.

Though he wore ordinary clothes washed until they had faded white, his outstanding looks and clean, sunny temperament still made quite a few nearby parents and children unable to resist giving him another glance.

Standing beside him was Tang Ziran, a middle-aged man so ordinary-looking that he would be impossible to pick out from a crowd.

Average height, average build, dressed in the most common clothes, with a few drops of water still on his hands—everything about him appeared utterly plain.

He reached out with his rough palm and gently rubbed Tang Wulin's soft hair. A trace of complexity and worry that even he had not noticed flashed through his eyes, only to be replaced by a tender smile.

"Dad doesn't know either. That depends on luck. But you should know that no matter what the result is, your mother and I will always love you."

And within Tang Wulin's Spirit Sea, which had already expanded into a golden lake.

Jin Qiu sat cross-legged on the water's surface, his fingers absentmindedly brushing across the cool lake water and creating rings of tiny golden ripples.

Watching the warm scene between father and son outside, he could not help sighing softly.

"I'll have to find a chance to save Tang Ziran and his wife in the future."

With a light tap of his finger, a faint golden glow sank deep into the lake, leaving behind a subtle mark.

Although he clearly remembered that, in the original novel, the two of them were ultimately resurrected by Tang San in the fourth part of Douluo Continent.

But what if?

He did not want to gamble.

After all, he had not only stuffed the Golden Dragon King's entire source into Tang Wulin, but had also stolen the core divine seeds of the God King of Life and the God King of Destruction. Who knew how much butterfly effect these two things, enough to shake the Divine Realm's balance, would have on the original plotline?

What if the Divine Realm never returned? What if Tang San failed to resurrect them in time? Then Tang Wulin would be left with an irreparable regret for the rest of his life.

So if he could save them, he would. There was no harm in preparing early.

"Golden Dragon King! What exactly are you trying to do?!"

A cold, furious male voice suddenly rang out from the depths of the Spirit Sea, carrying undisguised killing intent.

Jin Qiu turned around helplessly and looked at the golden-blue figure.

It was a strand of divine consciousness Tang San had left inside Tang Wulin's body. For six years, it had been like a thorn, watching his every move at all times.

"Little bro, keep shouting and see if I don't make a move during the martial soul awakening ceremony later."

Jin Qiu raised an eyebrow. His tone was casual, but it carried unquestionable intimidation.

Over the past six years, it was not as though he had never tried explaining to Tang San that he truly held no ill intent toward Tang Wulin and had no desire to possess his body.

But every time he opened his mouth, Tang San would respond with a Sea God divine consciousness assault poised to strike. Sometimes, he would even activate the power of the eighteen seals in an attempt to suppress him.

After trying several times without success, Jin Qiu could not be bothered wasting words anymore.

He simply suppressed that restless strand of divine consciousness and used his actions to tell Tang San that he truly meant no harm.

Sure enough, upon hearing Jin Qiu's threat, the blue figure shuddered violently, and the Sea God's Power churning around him immediately calmed.

Tang San gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at Jin Qiu. The fury in his eyes was nearly overflowing, but in the end, he still shut his mouth.

He did not dare gamble.

He absolutely could not allow anything to happen to his child.

"Wouldn't it have been better if you'd done that from the start?"

Seeing Tang San finally quiet down, Jin Qiu curled his lips helplessly and casually reinforced the golden chains binding him.

He was not worried at all about Tang Wulin hearing the commotion here.

Although this was nominally Tang Wulin's Spirit Sea, after six years of gradual influence, his control over this place was even greater than Tang Wulin's, its rightful owner.

Theoretically, even if he threw a party for ten thousand people here, Tang Wulin outside would only feel a little sleepy.

"Next, Tang Wulin."

At that moment, the loudspeaker at Red Mountain Academy in Aolai City finally announced his number. The voice, carrying a faint crackle of static, clearly spread throughout the awakening waiting area.

"They called me!"

Tang Wulin's eyes instantly lit up. He abruptly pulled free of his father's hand and ran toward the awakening room like a happy little bird.

His black hair bobbed in the wind, and his small figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

"Wulin, be careful..."

Tang Ziran had just wanted to chase after him with a few reminders, but before he could finish speaking, all he saw was Tang Wulin's retreating back.

He shook his head helplessly, patted the dust from his hands, and headed toward the family waiting area nearby. He found an empty seat and sat down, unconsciously clenching his hands.

Following the guidance of an older schoolgirl, Tang Wulin ran all the way to the awakening room at the end of the corridor.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked inside.

The room was not large, and the lighting was somewhat dim. On the floor at its center was a complex white hexagram formation.

And beside the formation stood a... person?

"You're Tang Wulin, right? Come over quickly and let me help you awaken, okay~?"

That "person" was around 1.6 meters tall, with broad shoulders, thick arms, and muscles all over his body. He was clearly a burly man.

Yet he wore a pink lace-trimmed JK skirt, white thigh-high socks tightly stretched around his thick calves, and a pair of black leather shoes.

His face was covered in heavy pink blush, his lips painted bright red. He pinched his voice as he spoke, making it so sharp and thin that it was nearly impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

One glance alone was enough to inflict severe mental contamination.

The instant Jin Qiu saw the person clearly from within Tang Wulin's Spirit Sea, he nearly coughed up blood.

He abruptly covered his eyes, feeling as though both his divine consciousness and his understanding of reality had suffered irreversible damage. His eyes felt defiled.

He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and before transmigrating, he had seen plenty of oddballs. But he had never encountered anything so eye-searing.

He even began to wonder what sort of mental state the Creator God had been in when creating such a thing.

Outside, Tang Wulin was also so frightened that his entire body froze. He instinctively backed away several steps, his little face filled with terror.

"Oh my, what's wrong, little friend? I'm very gentle, you know~"

Seeing Tang Wulin's reaction, the Spirit Pagoda master put on an injured expression and trotted over with tiny steps.

He stretched out his thick arm and grabbed Tang Wulin's wrist. His strength was astonishing, and a red mark instantly appeared around Tang Wulin's wrist.

Before Tang Wulin could resist, he dragged him to the white formation at the center of the room in large strides.

The small amount of anticipation Tang Wulin had felt for awakening his martial soul had completely vanished.

His only hope now was that this person would not do anything strange to him.

"Don't come any closer!"

Tang Wulin had never felt so hopeless in his entire life.

That iron-pincer-like hand firmly held him in the center of the formation, leaving him unable to move. He could only cry out helplessly.

The Spirit Pagoda master released his wrist, nodded in satisfaction, then stepped back a few paces to the edge of the formation.

He raised an orchid finger, lightly tapped the air, and began chanting an obscure incantation.

As the chanting began, the white hexagram formation on the floor slowly lit up.

Soft pale-blue light flowed from the formation's patterns and gradually enveloped Tang Wulin's body.

At first, Tang Wulin felt warm and comfortable. But after only a few seconds, a heart-rending pain suddenly erupted from every part of his body.

It was not ordinary pain of flesh and skin. It was agony that surged forth from between his bones, from his meridians, and even from the depths of his soul.

The Golden Dragon King's source within him, which had originally been calm, suddenly went berserk like an ignited powder keg.

Golden dragon power surged like a rushing flood, smashing wildly through his slender meridians.

At the same time, the Life Seed and Destruction Seed that Jin Qiu had hidden deep within the Spirit Sea were also stirred by the awakening energy. They emitted faint green and purple light, and the two completely opposing powers began to stir as well, tangling together with the Golden Dragon King's power.

Tang Wulin's skin instantly turned red. Veins bulged across his forehead, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, soaking his clothes.

He could not help releasing a sharp, agonized cry, his small body trembling uncontrollably.

At that sight, the Spirit Pagoda master's cute, clownish expression vanished without a trace, replaced by utter seriousness.

His body flashed, and he appeared beside Tang Wulin almost instantly. His right hand had already gripped the Spirit Pagoda badge at his waist, ready to cut off the awakening ceremony's energy supply at any moment.

"Little friend, can you hold on? Tell me if you can't!"

Within the Spirit Sea, Jin Qiu's heart suddenly skipped a beat when he saw this.

He immediately realized that he had overlooked a fatal problem.

This was different from the original novel.

In the original novel, the Golden Dragon King had merely had a strand of divine core sealed inside Tang Wulin's body by Tang San.

But he was different. He had compressed the Golden Dragon King's entire source power and divine consciousness to the extreme, then stuffed all of it into Tang Wulin's body.

With the Life Seed and Destruction Seed added as two ticking time bombs, the tiny amount of energy from the martial soul awakening ceremony was like a fuse that had directly detonated every power within him.

If this continued, Tang Wulin would be torn apart and die from the violent power in less than three seconds.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jin Qiu immediately withdrew all the golden power suppressing Tang San's divine consciousness.

Three vast powers surged forth like tides, instantly enveloping Tang Wulin's entire body.

He first separated out a strand of power and firmly pinned down the most violent and destructive power of destruction, preventing it from continuing to ravage Tang Wulin's meridians.

Then he directed the energy drifting out of the Life God Seed, rapidly repairing the tiny meridians that had already been torn apart.

Finally, he poured all his focus into slowly dragging and suppressing the Golden Dragon King's origin rampaging through Tang Wulin's body into the Spirit Sea.

He was not worried in the slightest that Tang San would attack at this moment.

He knew Tang San too well. When Tang Wulin's life was at stake, everything else had to take a back seat.

If he attacked now, it would only make Tang Wulin die faster.

Sure enough, when the blue figure that had originally been restrained sensed the world-destroying energy fluctuations within Tang Wulin's body, it instantly stopped struggling.

Tang San even instinctively separated a faint thread of Sea God's Power, carefully wrapping it around Tang Wulin's fragile soul and helping stabilize his consciousness.

Under the combined suppression of Jin Qiu and Tang San's divine sense, the unimaginably violent power within Tang Wulin's body finally began to calm down.

The excruciating pain in his meridians gradually faded as well.

But Tang Wulin had already exhausted all his strength and mental energy.

His vision went black, and his consciousness sank completely into darkness as his body crumpled forward.

The Spirit Transmission Master reacted quickly and caught his collapsing body.