In Douluo Dalu III, You Called Me a Savage in Two-Word Battle Armor-So What Should You Call Me in Douluo I?

But how could there be such a young Titled powerhouse on the continent?

He looked barely twenty!

The girl's parched lips trembled faintly, her unfocused eyes filled with both the relief of surviving a calamity and profound awe toward this unknown powerhouse.

She struggled to straighten up and bow, but the severe wounds to her ankle and beneath her ribs sent her collapsing onto the cold grass again.

"Th... thank you..."

She gasped for breath, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

Every violent gasp tugged at her heaving chest. The already taut, tattered leather outfit nearly burst open with each rise and fall, and against the bloodstains, her pale, full skin displayed a heart-stopping, tragic beauty and allure.

Yet her cool, exquisite face held far more stubbornness and wariness than anyone her age should possess.

An Jing remained composed, his gaze clear as water, without lingering on the girl's striking figure.

He merely shook his head lightly and brushed his left hand over the Spatial Soul Guidance Ring on his middle finger.

With a faint flash, an exquisite bottle of smooth, creamy white jade appeared in his palm.

He removed the stopper and poured out a round, pale-gold pill the size of a longan, three faint, naturally formed cloud patterns marking its surface.

The instant the pill appeared, a rich, pure medicinal fragrance swept through dozens of meters around them, refreshing both heart and mind. Even the withered yellow leaves seemed to regain a trace of vitality upon touching that scent.

"Eat this." An Jing offered the pill to the girl, his tone level. "It'll save your life. In return, answer a few questions."

The girl stared blankly at the golden pill before her.

As far as she knew, Soul Masters on the continent healed their injuries either through the Soul Skills of food system or healing system Soul Masters, or with extraordinarily expensive, crudely made herbal salves.

When had she ever seen such an exquisite wonder, whose unusual fragrance alone could ease the searing pain in her meridians?

A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes, but then she reconsidered. With the heaven-defying means he had just used to slaughter four Soul Elders with a turn of his hand, he could kill her with a breath if he wished. Why waste such an obviously miraculous treasure?

"Thank you for saving my life, Senior."

The girl gritted her teeth and extended her slender fingers, stained with blood and dirt. Trembling, she accepted the pill and placed it in her mouth without hesitation.

The pill melted on contact!

Boom!

It was as though a pool of warm, clear, life-giving rain slid down her throat into her stomach, then transformed into countless pure, gentle streams of vital warmth, washing fiercely yet tenderly through her severed meridians and damaged organs.

The girl could not suppress a low moan of utter comfort, and a healthy flush instantly rose to her pale face.

She could clearly feel the agonizing pain from the cracked bone in her ankle receding at a perceptible pace. The torn, curling flesh left by blades across her body swiftly stopped bleeding, scabbed over, and shed its scabs, revealing tender skin as fresh as a newborn's.

Even more astonishingly, her Soul Power vortex, which had long since run completely dry, began spinning wildly under the pill's nourishment. In an instant, a full sixty to seventy percent of her Soul Power returned!

How was this possible?!

What kind of divine medicine was this?

Even the finest medicinal herbs supplied to the Star Luo Imperial Family could never have such miraculous effects!

In the era of Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King, the Tang Sect's Medicine Hall had long since combined modern life sciences with ancient alchemy to mass-produce highly concentrated, highly purified Rejuvenating Dragon Saliva Pills that both healed injuries and restored Soul Power.

But to people of this era, this was nothing short of a miracle.

Words could no longer describe the shock in the girl's heart.

As her condition rapidly improved, the girl dared not delay. She hurriedly rose from the ground, tidied her torn clothes, and bowed to An Jing at a perfectly respectful ninety-degree angle.

"I, Zhu Zhuqing, will remember your life-saving kindness until my dying day. If you have any commands, Senior, I will carry them out even at the cost of ten thousand deaths."

After bowing, she drew a deep breath, raised her eyes, cool and clear as moonlight, and answered earnestly:

"This is the outer region of the Star Dou Great Forest, near the southwestern border between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Balak Kingdom."

However, the instant the names "Zhu Zhuqing" and "Star Dou Great Forest" left the girl's mouth...

The white-haired young man, who had been wearing the detached air of a master beyond worldly affairs, froze completely.

Wait!

Where was this?

The outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest?

And she... was called Zhu Zhuqing?!

The corner of An Jing's mouth twitched, as though ten million thunderclaps had exploded in his mind at once.

The Nether Civet Martial Soul, the Star Luo Zhu Family, tight black leather clothes, a breathtakingly beautiful girl who was cool and stubborn, and those heaven-defying proportions far beyond anyone her age...

That "private business of the Zhu Family and the Star Luo Empire" the black-clad assassins had mentioned...

Countless hazy fragments of memory furiously snapped together at that moment like pieces of a frenzied puzzle!

An Jing drew a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the shock threatening to overturn his entire understanding of the world.

He fixed his gaze on the girl before him, who looked a little frightened by his expression, and asked another crucial question:

"Spirit Hall... who is its current Pope?"

Zhu Zhuqing paused at the question.

Who was Spirit Hall's current Pope?

That was common knowledge even a three-year-old almost anywhere on the continent would know.

But as she looked at the unfathomable white-haired young man with his seemingly all-powerful abilities, Zhu Zhuqing began filling in the gaps herself.

This senior must be a peerless hidden master who ignored worldly affairs and had spent years in secluded cultivation deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

Perhaps he had been in seclusion for a very long time and had only just emerged, leaving him entirely unaware of changes in the outside world.

With that thought, Zhu Zhuqing dared hide nothing. She respectfully lowered her head and replied:

"Senior, the supreme ruler of Spirit Hall today is Her Holiness Pope Bibi Dong. She has held the position for over a decade, and her might awes the entire continent."

"..."

An Jing paused briefly, an answer seemingly taking shape in his mind.

Bibi Dong was in power!

Zhu Zhuqing was twelve, fleeing toward the Heaven Dou Empire while death warriors from her Star Luo family pursued her!

If nothing unexpected had happened, this was precisely the point when the girl had completely lost hope in her fiancé, Dai Mubai, who had fled his destiny, and was traveling ten thousand miles alone to Shrek Academy in Suotuo City, in the Balak Kingdom!

Meanwhile, a certain Blue Silver Grass boy who had left Holy Soul Village was also heading toward that same destination with a hundred-thousand-year hooligan rabbit!

I... really transmigrated again, and again, and again?!

And this time was even more outrageous. Rather than traveling forward, I crossed twenty thousand years of history in reverse, blasted out of the high-powered, high-tech era of Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King and back to the very beginning-Douluo Continent!

"Heh... hehe... hahahahaha!"

After a brief, deathly silence, An Jing finally lost control. Pressing one hand to his forehead, he let out a low, exhilarated laugh that grew louder and louder, until it became wild laughter echoing through the forest.

His laughter left Zhu Zhuqing bewildered and even a little frightened. Her slender body instinctively shrank back, but she still stood obediently in place, not daring to move.

What An Jing felt at that moment could no longer be described as mere "ecstasy."

What was this?

A turn of fortune? Heaven's wheel coming full circle?

How hopeless had the battlefield been in the era of Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King?

The Divine Realm had vanished ten thousand years earlier, the Abyss Plane watched like a tiger eyeing its prey, and under Qiangu Dongfeng's manipulation, the Spirit Pagoda secretly colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult. Two rank-twelve God-Slaying soul-guided shells could come crashing down without warning.

As for the lofty Great God King Tang, he had left his divine consciousness in the Sea God Trident and played director for ten thousand years from across the endless starry void. Anyone who dared touch Shrek or the Tang Sect would face immediate divine punishment.

In that era, An Jing was merely a rank-seventy Soul Saint. Even if he risked his life with his Two-Word Battle Armor, he was still only high-grade cannon fodder. How was he supposed to butt heads with those gods and children of destiny?

But now?!

This was Douluo I!

The savage, unenlightened era of twenty thousand years ago!

In this ancient era of backward systems and primitive tactics, where people did not even know what a Soul Core or Battle Armor was,

He had arrived as a Soul Saint from Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King, carrying a complete modern Soul Master system, with a condensed Soul Core, clad in Two-Word Battle Armor, and versed in advanced mecha forging and the principles of Self-Created Soul Skills...

What did that mean?

This wasn't fucking competition at all. This was absolute dimensional domination! A dimensionality reduction strike!