Aolai City.
This small coastal city, with little history to speak of, welcomed a major figure—a Limit Douluo standing at the very peak of the continent.
Leng Yaozhu.
She had traveled thousands of miles for a single purpose.
To take a disciple.
The target—Tang Muzhi.
As the Deputy Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda, Leng Yaozhu had received a piece of information.
This unremarkable coastal city had unexpectedly produced a genius with Innate Full Spirit Power.
On its own, Innate Full Spirit Power would not be enough to warrant the personal visit of the Deputy Pagoda Master.
The key lay in the Martial Soul.
A Golden Dragon Martial Soul.
A possessor of a Golden Dragon Martial Soul with Innate Full Spirit Power!
The golden bloodline was essentially the pinnacle among all types of Martial Souls.
For example—
The Golden Lion-Tiger among lion-tiger spirits.
The Golden Mermaid among mermaid spirits.
The Golden Crocodile King among crocodile spirits.
…
In other words, the Golden Dragon Martial Soul was not merely a True Dragon—it was the golden-blooded variant among True Dragons.
Golden bloodline. True Dragon lineage. Supreme power…
Every aspect pointed to the overwhelming strength of the Golden Dragon Martial Soul.
The moment news of Tang Muzhi reached the upper echelons of the Spirit Pagoda, many began harboring thoughts of taking him as a disciple.
Tang Muzhi came from a commoner family.
He had no ties to major powers or influential clans.
A clean background—the very thing high-ranking figures favored the most.
As a result, before Tang Muzhi had even entered the Spirit Pagoda system, internal competition had already erupted, with officials arguing fiercely over who would take him in.
In the end, Leng Yaozhu claimed victory.
And at this very moment…
The center of this disciple-scramble—Tang Muzhi—was sitting in Leng Yaozhu's lap.
With his sunny and cheerful appearance, Tang Muzhi resembled the morning sun at eight or nine o'clock—warm, gentle, and refreshing, naturally drawing people closer.
For someone like Leng Yaozhu, this kind of "big sister type," the effect was especially devastating.
She was extremely satisfied.
Gently rubbing his slightly chubby cheeks, she smiled and said with a hint of blessing:
"Very good."
"Hmm… your teacher is talking about your talent."
"In the future, when I chat with old friends, I can proudly say—'My disciple Muzhi has the potential to become a Limit Douluo.'"
Tang Muzhi: "…"
This wasn't a blessing at all—it was clearly a poison-tipped statement.
"Teacher."
"We need to keep a low profile."
"If you praise your disciple like this to others, it'll only make them covet me."
"You wouldn't want to lose your precious disciple, would you?"
Those oddly phrased words left Leng Yaozhu stunned.
"Rua~"
She pinched his cheeks hard and snorted.
"No wonder your parents said you're precocious—always pretending to be deep like an adult."
"They weren't wrong at all."
"Still… what you said makes sense. Your teacher accepts it."
At that moment, Leng Yaozhu thought of someone.
The Spirit Pagoda Master, Qian Gu Dongfeng—a man of deep schemes and even deeper calculations.
It was true that he was her suitor.
But he had never once stopped suppressing the Leng family because of that.
Calm. Decisive. Skilled in management.
There was no way someone like him would give up on a genius like Tang Muzhi.
The reason she had been able to secure him as her disciple was twofold—
First, she had obtained the information earlier.
Second, her Martial Soul—the Heavenly Phoenix—was also of the divine beast category, making her particularly suited to guide someone like Tang Muzhi.
But against someone like Qian Gu Dongfeng, who never let go of opportunities…
Keeping a low profile was essential.
—
At last, the negative buff from his teacher's words had been lifted.
Tang Muzhi let out a silent sigh of relief.
However, his bright and handsome face was not entirely carefree.
A shadow of worry lingered in his eyes.
To ordinary people, such an expression would be incomprehensible.
A Golden Dragon Martial Soul.
Personally taken in as a disciple by Leng Yaozhu, a Limit Douluo and Four-Word Battle Armor Master.
His background had instantly skyrocketed to the peak of the Douluo Continent.
It looked like the perfect "protagonist start."
But Tang Muzhi knew the truth.
Things were not that simple.
He was a transmigrator.
And he understood one crucial fact—
In the Dragon King Era, a powerful Martial Soul alone was no longer the "correct answer."
Humanoid fierce beasts with Dragon King bloodlines were.
Without a version-dominating advantage, yet forced to face a nightmare-level timeline—
The Abyss invasion.
The Federation's unification.
The Spirit Beast counterattack.
The Holy Spirit Cult's slaughter.
And the looming ten-thousand-year plan of the God King.
He would inevitably be involved in all of it.
Because of his identity—
The biological son of Tang Ziran and Lang Yue.
The older brother of Tang Wulin.
And after picking up Na'er, her older brother as well.
Tang Muzhi glanced at Tang Wulin and Na'er, noticing the envy in their eyes.
And indeed, it was envy.
Spirit awakening was the one chance for Douluo citizens to defy fate.
On the surface, compared to Tang Wulin—who awakened Blue Silver Grass with only innate level 3 spirit power—and Na'er, who had yet to awaken…
Tang Muzhi's Innate Full Spirit Power Golden Dragon Martial Soul was practically heaven-defying.
But the truth?
It made him want to laugh.
The three Tang siblings of Aolai City—
It seemed like only he had a promising future.
But in reality, he was the one starting high and ending low.
Tang Wulin was a late bloomer.
Na'er was a reincarnated powerhouse.
And him?
His parents were ordinary people without spirit power—
Yet he awakened a Golden Dragon Martial Soul with Innate Full Spirit Power.
The reason was obvious.
In the original timeline, even brief contact with Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline caused mutations in others' Martial Souls.
A Bone Dragon Spirit Master experienced mutation after only a few days.
Another evolved their twin dragon daggers into a Space-Time Dragon after years of exposure.
Having grown up eating "Lang-brand" food alongside Tang Wulin…
It was only natural for him to awaken such a Martial Soul.
But even so—
Possessing a Golden Dragon Martial Soul was still not enough to overturn the Dragon King Era.
Thinking of this, Tang Muzhi felt a headache coming on.
And as if to worsen it—
He suddenly felt a heavy weight pressing down on his head.
Looking up, he saw nothing unusual in the distance.
But he couldn't see his teacher's face.
"Muzhi, what's wrong?"
Sensing his movement, Leng Yaozhu lowered her head.
Someone once said—
"With ambition as my support, I tread upon snow and ascend to the summit."
And now, Tang Muzhi finally beheld his master's face.
His gaze traveled upward.
From south to north.
In the north, there stood a peerless beauty.
Her smile was as gentle as the rising sun, yet her presence carried an unmistakable heroic aura.
She possessed both the elegance to topple cities and the grace to humble nature itself.
"Nothing, Teacher."
Since ancient times, heroes have climbed towering peaks.
Today, Tang Muzhi felt like one himself.
And beyond the peak—
The scenery was indeed extraordinary.
Even as he admired his teacher's beauty, his mind churned.
Using the Golden Dragon Martial Soul to clear the Dragon King Era was far too difficult.
Was there… a simpler way?
Suddenly—
He froze.
A strange voice seemed to echo in his ears.
"There is, brother. There is."
"Then… I want one with innate divine inheritance, a powerful background without hardship, and looks so handsome they're outrageous…"
—
At that very moment—
A meteor streaked across the sky.
It split into two.
One half crossed endless space-time…
And descended upon another Douluo Continent.
—
This was the Spirit Hall era.
Spirit Hall.
A grand event had just occurred.
The Qian family's prodigy—Qian Renxue—had awakened the family's god-level Martial Soul.
Seraphim.
With Innate Full Spirit Power, combined with divine bestowal, her cultivation instantly reached level 20 upon awakening.
She only needed to absorb two spirit rings to become a two-ring Great Soul Master.
Even many elders never reached such a level in their entire lives.
This alone proved her extraordinary talent.
Eager to share the news, Qian Renxue went to find Bibi Dong.
But she was told—
Bibi Dong had "just entered seclusion."
The little blonde girl was deeply upset.
Curled up in her room, she felt a wave of sadness.
"Does… Mother not want to see me?"
They say mother and child are connected by heart.
Even though Bibi Dong concealed her feelings well, Qian Renxue could still faintly sense the rejection.
"Wuwu…"
She hugged her knees, tears falling.
"Why is my family like this…"
"I want a mother who loves me…"
"I want…"
—
Outside the door—
Two Titled Douluo stood guard.
"Is something wrong with the young lady? It sounds like she's crying."
"Is she?"
The other leaned closer.
"She really is."
"…Wait, no. It seems like she stopped."
Before they could react—
A shocked voice suddenly rang out from inside, almost bursting their eardrums.
"Holy crap—Qian Renxue!"