Transmigrating in Douluo, About How My Big Brother Is the "Blind Eye God King"

Tang Shan walked alone beneath the streetlamps, with no one else around.

Sigh, to be honest, the boss really has a brilliant writing style, but reading this plot again now still feels a bit absurd.

Having closed a certain web novel site, Tang Shan stopped beside the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the green light to illuminate.

Fascinated by Douluo Continent since childhood, he still couldn't resist re-reading it multiple times even after entering society.

Setting aside the increasingly absurd later plots, the frantic self-retconning, and the increasingly heaven-defying cheat items, Douluo Continent truly possessed a unique charm that remained captivating even when returning to read it today.

Especially the protagonist of the first installment, Tang San, who shared a certain degree of similarity with his own name, Tang Shan, leading Tang Shan himself to flip through it repeatedly.

The green light lit up, and Tang Shan, raising his head to prepare forward, contracted his pupils.

Damn it, dodge!

It was already late at night, yet two children were still frolicking on the pedestrian crossing, while a heavy dump truck was bearing down on them to crush them.

Tang Shan had no time to react at all, the complex situation plunging his brain into a brief blank.

Children really shouldn't play around on the road, but it was a green light now, so it should be safe, and as for you, dump truck driver, do you not look at traffic lights? Could you possibly miss a red light that big?

It seemed as though it had heard Tang Shan's words, or perhaps those children were blessed with great fortune, as they just happened to cross the pedestrian crossing amidst their play.

Tang Shan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, watched in dumbstruck silence as that dump truck made a turn and headed straight toward...

Colliding right into him.

Bang!

Amidst his blurring consciousness, Tang Shan vaguely heard some people conversing.

"Where are you from, did you drink?"

"No, I didn't, I can take an alcohol test."

"Were you driving while fatigued?!"

"No, no, definitely not, yawn..."

"Then why are you yawning?"

"Didn't I just wake up? Oh no, I mean isn't it normal to yawn when it gets late at night? Whatever, I still have matters to attend to, I have insurance, you can talk to the insurance company's lawyer instead."

Tang Shan, who failed to draw another breath, widened his eyes, and then lost the last of his vitality.

Divine Realm

Having stayed here for so many years, I really can't stay any longer, but the inheritor still hasn't reached the requirements. He can't withstand even a shred of Rakshasa's power, so how can he inherit my Asura godhood?

That was a figure shrouded in blood-red robes, the heaven-reaching killing intent and the distorted space surrounding him revealing the other's identity: none other than one of the Five Great God Kings of the Divine Realm and one of the five enforcers, Asura God.

If all else fails, I'll just cultivate one myself. It's just that one cultivated myself might not be as good as those produced by demon power... right, I have a way. It's just that, Brother Sea God, you might have to take the blame for me.

The deep vocal timbre carried a hint of complacency as a formidable divine sense quietly entered a certain special plane. At this moment, a youth in his early twenties was studying earnestly in the outer sect.

Intentionally or unintentionally, this divine sense fluctuation was coincidentally discovered by Sea God Poseidon, who was located in Sea God Hall.

What does Asura want to do? Let me have a look.

Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province, Nuoding City

"Father, there seems to be a child here."

The middle-aged man, whose features bore a slight resemblance to the youth's, snapped out of his thoughts and couldn't help frowning as he looked at the abandoned infant in the alleyway.

"Just who is so cruel, throwing an infant here? If nothing else, leaving him at an orphanage established by the officials or Spirit Hall would have been fine."

Looking at the trace of sorrow revealed in the youth's eyes beside him, the middle-aged man couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

"Yuntao, how about we adopt this child?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man had already walked into the alleyway and picked up the infant.

Only then did he discover a card on the blanket wrapping the infant, with two large characters written on it: "Tang Shan".

The middle-aged man initially wanted to discard this card, but then stopped his action.

"Since you already have a name, then child, you shall be called Tang Shan from now on. May your future be as brilliant and magnificent as the Clear Sky Twin Stars who have just made their names renowned across the continent."

Hearing that they were going to adopt a child, the sorrow in the eyes of the youth named Yuntao seemed to dissipate somewhat.

"Alright, Father."

Walking out of the alleyway, the middle-aged man took the youth's hand and walked toward the direction of Spirit Hall.

Time flew like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed. That abandoned orphan had now reached the age of three.

Tang Shan lay sprawled on a recliner, his little feet swaying back and forth in the air.

"Shanzi, time to eat."

At this moment, a youth poked his head out from the two-story Attic, shouting toward the child on the chair.

"Coming."

Hearing the summons, three-year-old Tang Shan executed a carp ki-

That's right, it was a carp-like kipping motion. With his tiny body pulling off such an unthinkable maneuver, he got down from the recliner and ran toward the front door.

"Big Bro, what's for food today?"

While asking, Tang Shan couldn't help but recall the experiences of his past three years in his mind.

He clearly should have been flattened to death by a dump truck, yet he had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent instead. Liking something in reality was one thing, but transmigrating into it was entirely another.

Leaving other things aside, just the ancient lifestyle—especially the wiping paper—made Tang Shan break out in lingering fear at the thought, a certain region of his body still faintly aching.

Plus, transmigration had made him an orphan, though luckily he had been taken in by this family.

At this thought, Tang Shan's expression couldn't help but reveal a trace of oddity as he looked at the young man standing by the doorway calling him to eat.

This was his Big Bro in this lifetime, as well as a wildly famous figure on the Douluo Continent.

"Number one turncoat of the Spirit Hall, the mortal enemy of Tang San, the peerless powerhouse in seclusion within the Spirit Hall, the Blind Eye God King" Su Yuntao.

As the saying went, transmigrators were like flowing water while Su Yuntao was an iron pillar. In his past life, aside from the original work, Tang Shan had naturally read many fanfics. In those fanfics, this Su Big Bro of his truly made frequent appearances, and his influence was so massive that even fanfics of the subsequent two novels frequently featured Spirit Masters of the Su surname with similar names who awakened martial souls for creatures called protagonists.

"Big Bro, how is your vision training going?"

Hearing his little brother—who was merely three years old—ask this, Su Yuntao wore a solemn expression.

"Don't you worry, Little Bro. That cultivation method you researched called the Eye Exercises is something your big brother practices every day. My vision has gotten a lot stronger now, and my spirit is much more vigorous, too."

"Good! Big Bro, you must cultivate diligently and get your vision as high as possible."

Tang Shan also looked serious, but hindered by their respective heights, he could only pat Su Yuntao's thigh. In the end, though, he still couldn't help letting out a chuckle.

Su Yuntao was unfazed by his little brother's habit of frequently spouting all sorts of strange and bizarre remarks, simply chalking it up to the unbridled words of a child.

Walking over to the dining table, Su Yuntao's father—who was also Tang Shan's adoptive father in this lifetime, Su Haichao—had already prepared the meal.

Spirit Beast meat roasted to a golden brown, a few everyday side dishes paired with snow-white rice... compared to his past life, this was already beyond description in its lavishness.

While wolfing down the food, Tang Shan's heart once again couldn't help but sigh with emotion at his own good fortune in this lifetime. At the very least, compared to the original protagonist Tang San, his life was better by far more than just a little bit.

Not only did that guy have to cook his own meals, but he also didn't get enough to eat, which led to malnutrition. If not for the help of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, what dreams of Innate Full Soul Power was he having? Being able to have any soul power at all was probably burning high joss paper.

"Shanzi, your brother has also been exercising for a year based on the method you mentioned. I feel we can take him to hunt soul beasts now."

As Su Haichao ate, he looked at this younger adopted son of his.

This son of his had been clever since childhood. Ever since his bodily functions had basically finished developing, he started reading books, and unexpectedly discovered that before the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, the absorption limit of a Soul Master was related to their own physical fitness, persuading him to let Su Yuntao exercise his body for another year.

Hearing his father's words, Su Yuntao also cast a hopeful gaze toward this younger brother who was nearly twelve years his junior.

Goodness knew how he had cultivated to rank ten soul power a year ago, only to joyfully have his father take him to hunt a soul beast and absorb a soul ring, yet this younger brother of his had somehow slipped some kind of bewitching soup down his father's throat, making him spend a whole extra year exercising his body before going to hunt a soul beast.

"Dad, it's fine now. Big Bro's training over this past year has basically reached the limit of rapid progress in a short period of time. The Ink-and-Wash Training that follows consumes even more time, so it's really not worth it."

Hearing Su Haichao's inquiry, Tang Shan nodded.

Human hearts were ultimately made of flesh, after all. Moreover, this pair of father and son had told him about his background ever since he was little while always treating him as part of their big family, and he had long since regarded Su Yuntao and Su Haichao as his own direct blood relatives. Naturally, he hoped their future could go a bit further.

To this end, he had displayed his extraordinary talent in martial soul theory and proposed the following suggestions for Su Yuntao's future. Of course, back then he mainly had to convince Su Haichao; Su Yuntao only needed to follow along and do it.

"Father, Big Bro's talent is limited, with only rank three innate soul power—two ranks lower than even you. I think it won't hurt to let Big Bro exercise his body for a year before going to absorb a soul ring. Besides, continuing to cultivate soul power after reaching the bottleneck can also accumulate it."

Su Haichao had opposed it at the time. After all, even though accumulated soul power would continue to increase after breaking through, could a Soul Scholar's cultivation speed compare to a Soul Master's? Obviously, that was impossible.

Tang Shan had been somewhat taken aback when he heard Su Haichao's counter-question back then, but he quickly reacted.

Even if Yu Xiaogang hadn't published the so-called "Ten Core Competencies" yet, that didn't mean these theories didn't exist. When it all came down to it, this was a real world, and furthermore, Su Haichao was the Spirit Hall branch chief of Nuoding City.

Fortunately, he had also prepared ahead of time.

"Dad, it's true that a Soul Master's cultivation speed surpasses a Soul Scholar's, but with Big Bro's rank three soul power talent, how many ranks could he possibly raise it by in this year? At most, absolutely no more than two ranks. But by using this year to train his body, he might be able to absorb a soul ring over a hundred years older. By then, the accumulation of the higher-aged soul ring itself, paired with the soul power accumulated from a year of cultivation, might boost him even more. And that's not even mentioning how the higher-aged soul ring affects the quality of Big Bro's martial soul."

It was precisely these kinds of well-reasoned arguments that convinced Su Haichao, letting Su Yuntao go through a year of devilish training that could be called terrifying.