Travel

This work contains a large amount of secondary creation content.

Chapter 2, 4Q, Chapter 6, Reading, 10 You, please combine with the beginning part of Chapter 66.

This is my first time writing so please forgive me if it is not good, my memory is not very great so certain errors might appear.

This work has shipping-splitting behavior, Xie Yuan, Xu Le changed to Xie Xu, Le Yuan.

Jin Qiu still remembered that before transmigrating and writing stories, he quite liked publishing them simultaneously on Tomato Novel and Penguin, just in case.

I also wonder if anyone can understand what I mean.

"So boring... Just when will we arrive on Douluo Continent?"

Jin Qiu wandered idly through Tang Wulin's Spirit Sea, a huge golden dragon tail lazily sweeping across the golden river of light flowing beneath his feet. Every splashed droplet of water contained terrifying power sufficient to tear apart a continent, yet the moment it touched the eighteen golden chains spanning heaven and earth around him, it was instantly smoothed away by a gentle yet irresistible force.

This belonged to the seal personally laid by Tang San. Every single chain was engraved with God King-tier runes, layered like a cage to securely lock his Golden Dragon King's Origin from his prime inside this tiny spiritual world.

Yet it was merely locked away—his divine sense remained completely at the God King level, and his power origin suffered not the slightest loss; he was merely temporarily cut off from the outside world. It was like a giant dragon locked inside a golden cage, and no matter how sturdy the cage was, it could not harm the giant beast inside it by even a fraction.

For the hundreds of thousands of years since he transmigrated as the Golden Dragon King, the vast majority of his time was spent inside that huge dragon cocoon he had drawn for himself within the Divine Forbidden Land.

During those pitch-black sealed years, he could only pass the time by counting his own scales and absorbing the surrounding divine energy, recalling the plots of novels he had read in his past life, without even a single companion to talk to.

Until that rebellion initiated by the Destruction God King and that Spacetime Turbulence sweeping across the entire Divine Realm suddenly descended, the boundaries and restrictions shattering inch by inch in the terrifying space storm, and the Divine Realm's border defenses being torn open with countless rifts like paper, did he finally wait for the opportunity to break the seal that he had dreamed of.

Back then, after the Dragon God War ended, the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena took her remaining forces and seized the opportunity to escape to the lower realm, a matter that had always been a thorn in the hearts of the gods in the Divine Realm.

Ever since then, the Divine Realm drastically reinforced its border defenses, laying down triple God King-tier restrictions on all spatial passages leading to the lower realm, with Law Enforcer gods patrolling day and night.

As he was now, he could no longer replicate the route where the Silver Dragon King broke out directly with her true form—once his Golden Dragon King true form was exposed, Tang San, Ji Dong, and Lie Yan, the three God Kings, would immediately join forces to surround and kill him. Even if he was the Golden Dragon King in his prime, it was absolutely impossible for him to retreat unscathed under the pincer attack of three God Kings.

After breaking the seal, only a single thought remained in his mind: run. If he could slip away, he would never linger in a fight, having made up his mind never to clash head-on with those three God Kings.

He gritted his teeth against the urge to tear the Divine Realm to pieces, completely compressing his own violent power and vast divine sense to the smallest state, and then ran around everywhere in the Divine Realm to evade the pursuit of the three God Kings.

Moreover, while running, he would also toss out a few skills from time to time to make them divert their attention to defense, and naturally, he would also occasionally fling a few skills at the three God Kings so they would have no time to recover.

Although the surrounding space was sealed, preventing him from running too far away from the Divine Realm Central Hub, it was still enough to stall for time.

And what he was waiting for was this exact moment of Tang Wulin's birth.

Right at the moment Tang Wulin was born, he immediately shoved his compressed and partially sealed origin, power, and divine nucleus all at once into Tang Wulin's body, gambling that Tang San would not strike against his own son.

And in the end, he won the bet.

True to his expectations, Tang San discovered his actions immediately, that bone-chilling killing intent instantly enveloping his origin.

Yet just as he anticipated, Tang San ultimately did not dare to deal a fatal blow to his own child.

He could only watch helplessly as the Golden Dragon King's Origin completely fused with Tang Wulin's bloodline, ultimately having no choice but to helplessly lay down these eighteen progressive seals, suppressing his power bit by bit. Then, leaving behind a sliver of divine sense, Tang San hurriedly sent Tang Wulin away to Douluo Continent, while turning around to plunge himself into the battlefield confronting the Spacetime Turbulence.

"I wonder what use these two things are."

Jin Qiu hovered in the center of the Spirit Sea, spreading his massive dragon claws.

In the center of his palm, two seeds—one green, one purple—were slowly rotating, emitting terrifying auras that were entirely distinct yet mutually reinforcing and restraining.

The green seed was warm as jade, surrounded by a faint halo of life as if it contained the vitality of the entire universe; the purple seed was incomparably violent, electric arcs of destruction dancing across its surface, and the mere shred of aura leaking from it caused ripples to stir across the golden river of light all around.

He had snatched these away amidst the chaos during his battle with Tang San when he first encountered him after breaking the seal.

At the time, the Divine Realm was in utter chaos; both the impact of the Spacetime Turbulence and his own rampant dashing across the Divine Realm left the remaining three God Kings at their wits' end.

Meanwhile, to protect the Divine Realm, Tang San had no time to place these final origin seeds left behind by the Life God King and Destruction God King in a safe location, so he could only carry them on his person.

Even Jin Qiu himself had not expected to succeed so smoothly.

After all, these were the origin crystals of two God Kings and the key to rebuilding the Divine Realm. He originally thought Tang San would hide them in the safest place within the Divine Realm, never expecting him to carry them with him.

He toyed with the two seeds in his hand, his divine sense carefully probing the power contained within them.

The Life Seed contained endless vitality; with sufficient energy, it could even create a complete living planet out of thin air. Meanwhile, the Destruction Seed contained the purest, most ultimate Destruction Power, capable of turning an entire continent into scorched earth with a single thought.

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

According to the original plot, before long, they would arrive on Douluo Continent, and Tang Wulin would be sent to Douluo Continent where he would be picked up in the snow by Tang Ziran and his wife.

In truth, he could completely take over Tang Wulin's body right now.

Although his power was suppressed by the eighteen seals, his divine sense remained entirely at the God King level.

As long as he wished, a single thought was all it took to easily erase Tang Wulin's yet-unformed consciousness, seize this body, and become the true protagonist.

With the power of his Golden Dragon King's Origin, coupled with the augmentation of the Life and Destruction Seeds, within a millennium he could return to the peak of a God King, or even surpass the Dragon God of back then.

Yet he truly could not bring himself to do it.

As a regular reader in his past life, Tang Wulin was one of his favorite characters.

He watched that youth who carried the Golden Dragon King Seal from childhood, silently bearing all the pain and loneliness, step by step grow from an ordinary child in Eastsea City into a hero who saved the continent.

He could not bear to let that sunny and resilient youth vanish into nothingness by his own hands.

Moreover, for him, rather than acting as a kill-happy protagonist, he felt he was much more suited to playing the role of a behind-the-scenes golden-finger "old grandfather".

Just imagine, when Tang Wulin encountered danger, he would casually toss out a sliver of the Golden Dragon King's power to help him turn peril into safety; when Tang Wulin encountered bottlenecks in his cultivation, he would offer a word or two of guidance using his God King-tier divine sense to bring sudden enlightenment; and when those villains thought victory was within their grasp, he would suddenly strike and slap every unseeing bastard to death with a single palm.

Doesn't this kind of life where he could lie down, watch the show, and occasionally flex feel way better than working his fingers to the bone fighting monsters and leveling up?

Jin Qiu yawned, curling his massive dragon body up to lie at the very center of the warmest golden river of light within his Spirit Sea.

Whatever, I'll take a nap first.

Anyway, he had time to spare.

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

Tang Wulin, who had just turned six, clutched his father's rough pant leg, nervously rubbed his little leather shoes against the bluestone slab path at the entrance of Red Mountain Academy, and asked with an upturned little face full of excitement.

His absolute favorite things to hear were the stories about Soul Masters his father told him before bed—those powerful Soul Masters who could soar through the skies and earth, lift thousand-jin boulders, and protect the peace of a region were the beings he had yearned for most from childhood to now.

A pair of pretty large eyes curved into crescent moons, brimming with bright anticipation.

Tang Wulin had soft, short black hair with the tips slightly upturned, a build half a head taller than children his age, and broader shoulders.

The most eye-catching feature was his pair of eyes, whose clear pupils simultaneously contained three distinct, well-defined layers of yellow, white, and black. His long eyelashes were dense and curled, and when they fluttered gently, even many girls would feel inferior.

Although his washed-out clothing was ordinary, his striking appearance and the clean, sunny aura about him still caused quite a few surrounding parents and children to steal a couple of extra glances.

Standing beside him, Tang Ziran was a middle-aged man whose appearance was so ordinary he would be lost in a crowd.

Of average height and average build, dressed in the most common clothes, with a few drops of water still staining his hands, everything about him seemed so plain and unremarkable.

He reached out a rough palm, gently ruffled Tang Wulin's soft hair, and a flicker of complexity and worry that even he hadn't noticed flashed quickly across the depths of his eyes, only to be instantly replaced by a gentle smile.

"Dad doesn't know either; this depends on luck. But you need to know that no matter what the result is, Dad and Mom will always love you."

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

Jin Qiu sat cross-legged on the surface of the water, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the cool lake water, sending out ripples of fine golden rings.

Watching the warm scene between the father and son outside, he couldn't help but gently let out a sigh.

"The Tang Ziran couple—I'll have to find a chance to save them later."

He tapped his fingertips lightly, and a faint stream of golden light sank into the depths of the lake, leaving behind a faint mark.

Although he clearly remembered that in the original book, these two were eventually resurrected by Tang San in the fourth installment of Douluo Continent.

What if?

He refused to gamble.

After all, not only had he crammed the entire origin of the Golden Dragon King into himself back then, but he had also casually stolen the core soul seeds of the Life God King and the Destruction God King—two items capable of shaking the structure of the Divine Realm. Heaven knew what kind of butterfly effect that would cause on the original plotline.

If the Divine Realm could never return, or if Tang San failed to resurrect them in time, then Tang Wulin would be left with irreparable regrets for the rest of his life.

Therefore, save them if he could; preparing ahead of time was never wrong.

"Golden Dragon King! Just what do you want to do?!"

A cold and furious male voice suddenly came from the depths of the Spirit Sea, carrying unconcealed killing intent.

Jin Qiu helplessly turned his head to look at that gold-and-blue figure.

That was a sliver of divine consciousness left in Tang Wulin's body by Tang San. For six years, this sliver of consciousness had been like a thorn, constantly watching his every move at all times.

"Little brother, if you yell again, do you believe I'll make a move right here at the Martial Soul awakening ceremony later?"

Jin Qiu raised an eyebrow, his tone nonchalant yet carrying unquestionable deterrence.

During these six years, it wasn't as if he hadn't tried explaining to Tang San that he truly harbored no malicious intent toward Tang Wulin, nor did he wish to seize his body.

Yet every time he barely started speaking, he was met with Tang San's primed Sea God's Power consciousness assaults, and sometimes it even triggered the power of the eighteen seals in an attempt to suppress him.

After trying a few times to no avail, Jin Qiu couldn't be bothered to waste his breath anymore.

He would directly suppress this restless sliver of consciousness with action, then use his actions to tell Tang San that he genuinely meant no harm.

Sure enough, upon hearing Jin Qiu's threat, that blue light shadow jerked violently, and the Sea God's Power surging around him instantly subsided.

Tang San clenched his teeth, staring fixedly at Jin Qiu. The anger in his eyes was almost spilling over, but in the end, he still closed his mouth.

He didn't dare gamble.

He absolutely could not allow any accidents to befall his child.

"Should've just done this earlier."

Watching Tang San, who had finally quieted down, Jin Qiu helplessly curled his lips and casually reinforced the golden chains binding him.

He wasn't the least bit afraid of Tang Wulin hearing the commotion here.

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

In theory, even if he threw a party with tens of thousands of people in here, Tang Wulin would only feel a little sleepy outside.

"Next, Tang Wulin."

Right at that moment, the loudspeaker of Red Mountain Academy in Aolai City finally broadcasted the called number, carrying a bit of static electrical noise and spreading clearly throughout the entire awakening waiting area.

"I've been called!"

Tang Wulin's eyes instantly lit up, and he abruptly broke free from his father's hand, darting toward the awakening room like a happy little bird.

His short black hair bobbed up and down in the wind, and his small figure quickly vanished around the corner of the hallway.

"Tangtang, be careful..."

Tang Ziran wanted to chase after him and give a few parting words, but before he finished speaking, he only saw Tang Wulin's retreating back.

He shook his head helplessly, patted the dust off his hands, and turned to walk toward the family waiting area nearby, finding an empty seat to sit down as his hands tightly clenched on their own.

Tang Wulin followed the guiding senior student all the way to the awakening room door at the end of the corridor.

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

The room was not large, the lighting somewhat dim, and carved onto the center of the floor was a complex white hexagram array.

Yet beside the array stood a... person?

"You must be Tang Wulin, come here quickly and let me help you awaken~"

That "person" was about one hundred and sixty centimeters tall, with broad shoulders and thick arms, their entire body packed with solid muscles, obviously a burly man.

Yet they wore a pink, lace-trimmed JK short skirt, white tube socks tightly gripping their thick calves, and a pair of small black leather shoes on their feet.

Their face was painted with heavy pink blush, their lips smeared a bright red, and they pinched their voice when speaking, the sound so shrill and thin that it was nearly impossible to tell whether they were male or female.

Just looking at them once was enough to induce severe spiritual pollution.

Jin Qiu, residing within Tang Wulin's spirit sea, nearly vomited a mouthful of old blood the moment he saw this person clearly.

He abruptly covered his eyes, feeling that his divine sense and cognition had suffered irreversible trauma, feeling that his eyes were no longer clean.

He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and had seen plenty of oddballs before transmigrating, but he had never laid eyes on such an eye-scorching existence.

He even began to wonder under what sort of mental state the Creation God had created such a thing back then.

Tang Wulin outside was also frightened so stiff his entire body went rigid, subconsciously taking several steps back with a small face filled with terror.

"Aiya, little friend, what's wrong? I'm very gentle~"

Seeing Tang Wulin's reaction, that spirit master wore a hurt expression and ran over with dainty, shuffling steps.

He reached out with a thick arm and grabbed Tang Wulin's wrist, his strength astonishingly great as a circle of red marks instantly pinched into Tang Wulin's wrist.

Without waiting for Tang Wulin to resist, he dragged Tang Wulin along, taking large strides to the white array in the exact center of the room.

The slight anticipation Tang Wulin held in his heart for Martial Soul awakening had vanished into thin air by this moment.

His only hope right now was that this person wouldn't do anything strange to him.

"Don't you come over here!" (＞人＜;)

Tang Wulin had never been this despairing in his entire life.

He was firmly pressed into the center of the array by that pincer-like hand, unable to move, and could only let out a helpless cry of distress.

The spirit master released his wrist, nodded in satisfaction, and then stepped back a few paces to stand at the edge of the array.

He extended an orchid finger, gave a light tap, and began chanting an obscure and difficult incantation in his mouth.

As the sound of the chant rose, the white hexagram array on the floor slowly lit up.

Soft pale blue light flowed forth from the lines of the array, gradually enveloping Tang Wulin's body.

At first, Tang Wulin still felt warm and quite comfortable. Yet mere seconds later, a heart-rending, excruciating pain suddenly erupted wildly from all four of his limbs and his bones.

That was not ordinary fleshly pain, but an intense agony surging from the cracks in his bones, his meridians, and even the depths of his soul.

The Golden Dragon King's Origin that had been calm within his body suddenly turned violent, like a lit powder keg.

Golden dragon power surged like a galloping flood, ramming back and forth inside his slender meridians.

Simultaneously, the Life Seed and the Destruction Seed hidden by Jin Qiu in the depths of the spirit sea were also triggered by this awakening energy, emitting faint green and purple glows as two completely opposing forces grew restless as well, tangling together with the Golden Dragon King's power.

Tang Wulin's skin instantly flushed crimson, veins bulging on his forehead as beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his cheeks, soaking his collar.

He could not help but let out a sharp, agonizing cry, his small body trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing this scene, the childish playfulness and antics on that spirit master's face vanished without a trace, his gaze turning incomparably solemn.

His figure flashed, reaching Tang Wulin's side almost instantly, his right hand already gripping the Spirit Pagoda badge at his waist, ready at any moment to cut off the energy supply of the awakening ceremony.

"Little friend, can you hold on? Just say the word if you can't!"

Meanwhile, Jin Qiu in the spirit sea felt his heart skip a beat upon seeing this.

He instantly realized he had overlooked a fatal problem.

This was different from the original story.

The Golden Dragon King in the original work only had a wisp of a divine core sealed inside Tang Wulin by Tang San.

He was different, however; he had compressed all of the Golden Dragon King's original power and divine sense to the absolute limit before stuffing the entire thing into Tang Wulin's body.

Coupled with those two time bombs, the Life Seed and the Destruction Seed, this bit of energy from the Martial Soul awakening ceremony acted like a fuse, directly detonating all the power inside him.

If this continued, in less than three seconds, Tang Wulin would have his body burst open and die from this violent power.

Without a shred of hesitation, Jin Qiu immediately recalled all the golden power suppressing Tang San's divine sense.

Three majestic torrents of power surged out, instantly enveloping Tang Wulin's entire body.

He first split off a portion of power, pressing down hard on the most violent and destructive Destruction Power to stop it from continuing to wreck Tang Wulin's meridians.

Then he mobilized the energy drifting from the Life God Seed, rapidly repairing the tiny, torn meridians.

Finally, using all his mental focus, he pulled and suppressed the Golden Dragon King's Origin rampaging inside Tang Wulin back into the spirit sea bit by bit.

He wasn't worried at all that Tang San would make a move at a time like this.

He knew Tang San far too well; in the face of Tang Wulin's life, everything else had to take a backseat.

If he made a move now, it would only make Tang Wulin die faster.

Sure enough, the blue light figure that had originally been bound instantly ceased all struggles upon sensing the world-destroying power fluctuations within Tang Wulin's body.

Tang San even subconsciously split off a trace of Sea God's Power, cautiously wrapping it around Tang Wulin's fragile cluster of soul to help steady his consciousness.

Under the combined suppression of Jin Qiu and Tang San's divine sense, the ultra-violent power inside Tang Wulin finally slowly calmed down.

The excruciating pain in his meridians gradually faded away.

Yet Tang Wulin had exhausted all his strength and spirit.

His vision darkened, his consciousness plunged completely into pitch black, and his body slumped forward limply.

The spirit master was quick-witted and caught his limp, collapsing body in his arms.