Transmigrating to Douluo

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[The main story takes place six years later. All female characters who appear in the plot are adults.]

"Behold my Mother's Entanglement!"

Heh heh heh-

Staring at the scene on the screen, I couldn't help shivering and letting out a couple of sinister chuckles. Who would've thought this game had a hidden feature like this?

In the center of the screen, the woman was tightly bound by Blue Silver Grass glowing with blue light.

I was so engrossed that I casually picked up the glass beside me and took a huge gulp of water.

Perhaps all my attention had been on the screen and I'd mistimed my breathing, because the water went straight down my windpipe.

The sudden suffocation seized me in a brutal grip. My hand tilted, and the glass hit the desktop with a clatter. A searing pain spread from my throat. I gasped desperately, but couldn't draw in a single breath.

Darkness surged over me, and my consciousness slipped away bit by bit.

I didn't know how much time had passed.

I opened my eyes, panting heavily.

There was no desk, no computer. In their place was a crude wooden hut.

A thought crashed into my mind.

I'd actually transmigrated...

Meanwhile, high above the nine heavens, seas of clouds churned in the Divine Realm.

In the Divine Realm, Xiao Wu gazed down at the Douluo Plane, faint unease stirring in her heart. Turning toward Tang San beside her, she asked worriedly, "Brother San, are we really going to let Xiao Qi descend to the lower realm?"

Tang San's gaze was deep as he spoke slowly. "Don't worry. Xiao Qi still carries your divine consciousness. With that divine thought protecting her, nothing will happen to her. This is an opportunity meant for her. Besides, Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing are over on that continent too. Even if something happens, Xiao Qi's grandparents are still there."

The moment he finished speaking, disaster struck.

The planar passage that had linked the Divine Realm and the Douluo Continent for hundreds of millions of years began weakening rapidly without warning. The aura that bound the two worlds together kept dissipating, and the unseen ties between them were on the verge of snapping.

Tang San's expression instantly turned grave, and he was just about to investigate the source of the upheaval.

Rumble-!

The void across the heavens shook violently. Pitch-black spatial rifts erupted everywhere, and savage currents of chaotic space-time ran rampant.

The usually stable Divine Realm plunged into turmoil. The laws of heaven and earth fell into disorder, and wind and clouds rolled backward.

Cooking smoke curled upward, and a warm breeze brushed past.

An entire year had passed since I accidentally transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.

My name was Chen Jie. That bizarre choking accident a year ago had made me bid a final farewell to the modern world. When I woke up, I had become an orphan whose parents were both dead, living in Grandmaster Village on the border of the Dou Ling Empire. I was exactly twelve this year, living in this Douluo Plane where Soul Masters roamed far and wide.

The village I lived in was called Grandmaster Village.

A story had been passed down through generations in the village: ten thousand years ago, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, the world-renowned foremost authority on Soul Master theory and Tang San's first mentor, had retired here in his later years to devote himself to cultivation and teaching. To commemorate this great master, who had spent his life studying the great path of martial souls, later generations named the place Grandmaster Village, a name that endured to this day.

Compared with the remote, impoverished villages elsewhere, Grandmaster Village had an honest, simple atmosphere. Everyone knew the path of Soul Masters and faithfully upheld the cultivation principles the Grandmaster had left behind.

Soon, the annual martial soul awakening ceremony would arrive...

Morning light spilled into the quiet, solemn Martial Soul Awakening Hall in Bluestone Town.

Today was the day when all the town's children who had turned twelve would undergo their martial soul awakening together. Presiding over the ceremony was Song Yuntao, a Soul Master from the city whose full-time duty was conducting awakenings at the local level.

He wore plain, close-fitting blue-green clothes. His aura was steady, and his cultivation was considerable. In his palm rested a Hexagram Awakening Array that shimmered with soft light, gentle soul power slowly flowing outward. Rows of children around twelve years old crowded together inside the hall, some tall and some short, their faces still carrying youthful innocence. Some clutched the hems of their clothes and pressed their lips together nervously, while others had sparkling eyes and could barely contain their anticipation, whispering excitedly to one another. Afraid of drawing a trash martial soul yet dreaming of awakening a powerful one, they obediently lined up and waited for the awakening that would determine their entire lives.

"Next, Xiao Yan!"

A small, skinny twelve-year-old boy hurried forward a couple of steps and stood in the center of the array, his body still stiff with tension.

Faint light flickered, and an ordinary iron ruler martial soul slowly appeared in his palm. It was dull gray and utterly lusterless, with no soul power fluctuations whatsoever-completely unremarkable.

Song Yuntao glanced at it and shook his head slightly, his tone flat.

"Ordinary ruler martial soul. Zero soul power. A trash martial soul. You cannot cultivate as a Soul Master."

The excitement on the boy's face instantly collapsed. His eyes reddened slightly, and he lowered his head, silently retreating to a corner.

After that, the children stepped forward one by one to complete their martial soul awakenings.

A dark-skinned twelve-year-old boy entered the array. Pale green light glimmered from it, and a slender, frail Blue Silver Grass martial soul slowly appeared, its leaves pale and its spiritual energy weak.

Song Yuntao offered an indifferent assessment. "Ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Innate soul power, level one. Mediocre aptitude. Your cultivation will be extremely slow, with little hope of great achievement."

Next, a deeply tanned boy with calloused hands and feet stepped out of the line. Light flashed, and a heavy, earthy-yellow hoe martial soul floated in midair. It looked plain and cumbersome, without any combat or support abilities.

"Hoe martial soul. Innate soul power, level 2.5. A utility martial soul, suitable only for farming."

More twelve-year-old boys and girls stepped forward in succession, awakening all manner of ordinary trash martial souls-sickles, bamboo baskets, wooden spoons, embroidery needles. Most had extremely low innate soul power. Their hopes crumbled little by little, leaving them destined to remain ordinary people. Sighs of regret rose one after another throughout the awakening hall.

Song Yuntao's expression remained unchanged. After years of presiding over awakening ceremonies, he had long grown accustomed to scenes like this.

"The last one."

Chen Jie stepped forward. The twelve-year-old boy was lean, his face carrying a little more composure than those of his peers. Unhurried and unflustered, he calmly entered the very center of the awakening array.

At that very moment!

The gentle, docile light of the awakening suddenly underwent a drastic change!

Dazzling white light burst forth, rippling softly outward like layer upon layer of waves. Its luminous whiteness flowed through every line of the array, and in the blink of an eye, it filled the entire awakening hall.

"Innate full soul power!" Song Yuntao cried out involuntarily. His pupils contracted, and his body stiffened. Wild joy filled his face as he stared fixedly at the boy in the center of the array.

A mark slowly appeared between Chen Jie's brows.

Song Yuntao hurriedly took out the Soul Power Testing Crystal to verify the result carefully. Yet after repeated examinations, the wild joy on his face faded little by little, replaced by profound bewilderment and disappointment.

"What a shame. It's actually a trash martial soul like a tattoo."

Even after decades in this profession, Song Yuntao had never encountered anything like this. His gaze was full of regret as he looked at Chen Jie.

A vast torrent of information about his martial soul instantly flooded Chen Jie's mind.

[Martial soul: Forced Contract] (The host may disable the following effects.)

Innate ability: Absolute Forced Contract

Effect: Ignores the level difference between both parties, the other party's personal wishes, and all restrictions in the world. Can forcibly establish an absolute contract with humans, soul beasts, and all living beings.

Once established, the contract can never be dissolved, betrayed, or disobeyed!

After the contract takes effect:

1. Both parties share their thoughts and feelings, mutually amplify their soul power, heal their injuries simultaneously, and share their cultivation; their lives are bound together. As long as the other party to the contract remains alive, the injured party will not die.

2. Both parties share their martial souls and can draw upon their contract partner's martial soul abilities. If the initiator insists on severing and dissolving the contract, the bound party will die immediately; forcibly resisting the contract will also incur the punishment of excruciating soul pain and soul power backlash.

3. Even if initially filled with resistance, the bound party's affection will rise slowly and steadily over time. The barriers between them will dissolve little by little, until they ultimately accept the contractual relationship from the bottom of their heart.

At the very instant his martial soul awakened, an icy, mechanical electronic voice rang out in Chen Jie's mind.