Douluo Star.
This was a vibrant planet, teeming with countless humans and soul beasts.
Deep within the core of Douluo Star, there existed an incredibly vast magma chamber.
The magma boiled furiously, radiating extreme heat—so intense that even a Titled Douluo from the surface wouldn't last a single breath before being reduced to ashes.
Amidst the churning red magma, a colossal golden body would occasionally emerge and vanish.
Each scale on this golden form was massive and terrifying in size.
Suddenly, the magma surged violently, and from the sea of fire, a gigantic dragon head broke through the surface.
The dragon's head was as large as a house, with whiskers hundreds of meters long, writhing like smaller dragons through the magma.
Its golden body stretched endlessly—this enormous entity beneath the lava was, astonishingly, a golden dragon thousands of meters long.
As the giant dragon stirred and rolled, the entire Douluo Star began to tremble.
Countless volcanoes erupted, spewing scorching lava that darkened the skies.
The seas roared, forming tsunamis hundreds of meters high, surging toward the planet's only two continents.
The continents quaked violently, as though they might shatter at any moment.
In this instant, every living being on Douluo Star felt their soul tremble, collapsing to the ground in fear.
Whether ordinary people or peak-level Limit Douluos, soul beasts with hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, or various ferocious beasts, all shivered uncontrollably, as if facing the end of the world.
"Oh Angel God, please reveal your divine miracle and save your faithful followers."
From the Elder Hall in Spirit City, a devout and aged voice echoed.
"Great Sea God, please descend upon the world and save your billions of people."
On Seagod Island, a voluptuous woman in royal attire knelt reverently at the altar, praying.
In the Divine Realm, countless powerful deities immediately sensed the turmoil.
Within the Divine Realm Committee, the five major god-kings projected their divine consciousness and gathered, their expressions solemn as they sensed the unrest on Douluo Continent.
"Shura," said the Evil God King, "you go with the Good God and the Goddess of Life to Douluo Star. Save as many as you can."
"Leave it to us." The Shura God was just about to descend with the God of Kindness and Goddess of Life to rescue the world. However, in the very next moment, all disasters on Douluo Star vanished without a trace.
The erupting magma disappeared, the roaring oceans fell silent, and the cracked land and collapsed buildings instantly returned to normal.
Every living being was frozen in the exact state they were in before the catastrophe struck.
Everything that had just occurred vanished like mist—or as if it had never happened at all.
No—it was not an illusion. All life on Douluo Star remembered that bone-deep soul-shaking fear.
The five major gods in the Divine Realm were also utterly convinced that what had just transpired had truly happened.
They simply could not understand why such an apocalyptic event had suddenly disappeared without explanation.
"The entire Douluo Star nearly collapsed just now but then instantly restored itself. What kind of power caused this?" muttered the Shura God.
The five god-kings were deeply shaken—this power instilled fear even in them.
"There are too many unknown mysteries in the universe," the Evil God King said grimly. "Shura, I need you to go down and investigate the Douluo Star incident."
"Understood."
…
Inside the core magma chamber, the golden dragon, stretching thousands of meters long, rapidly shrank until it transformed into a boy around six or seven years old, floating above the magma sea.
The surrounding earth elements surged, and a five-meter-wide stone platform rose from the magma, its surface smooth as a mirror.
The boy gently landed, his bare feet like polished jade resting on the stone.
His entire body gleamed like white jade infused with golden light. His long black hair cascaded over his smooth back. His brows were sharp like swords, and his eyes, as deep as the starry sky, occasionally flickered with golden lightning.
Though he looked only six or seven, his appearance was flawless—he was a masterpiece of nature.
"Hoo…"
The boy exhaled. In an instant, the space in front of him shattered under terrifying pressure, revealing a dark void.
"This planet is still so fragile," the boy muttered. With a wave of his hand, space returned to normal.
Sensing several powerful divine consciousnesses sweeping over the surface, the boy's lips curled into a faint smile.
"After sleeping for eternity, finally some interesting little creatures have appeared."
A hint of joy emerged in his deep eyes. "Humans have finally been born. A world with humans is far more fun. Hmm… how many years have I slept?"
He closed his eyes to ponder. After a moment, he opened them again.
"This time, I slept for more than 500 million years. Round it off—let's just call it 500 million. 500 million years… I closed my eyes, and it passed just like that."
He sighed, his thoughts drifting back eons.
His name was Ao Tian. He came from Earth, and his soul had been reincarnated into this world as a young dragon.
After cultivating for endless years, he became the strongest being on the planet, ruling over countless primitive creatures.
But with a human soul, he always felt isolated. The endless emptiness and loneliness tormented him, forcing him into slumber.
Now, 500 million years later, with the birth of humans, Ao Tian's empty heart began to stir once more.
"Time to enjoy myself for a while..."
Mysterious ripples emanated from his body, and a set of clothing matching the Douluo Continent style appeared on him.
He took a step—and vanished into thin air.
On the surface, there was no spatial fluctuation. Ao Tian's figure reappeared.
He had arrived in Spirit City, sensing that there were more "powerful beings" here than anywhere else.
Of course, in his eyes, these so-called powerful beings were merely slightly stronger ants.
"Weak. Far too weak..." Ao Tian shook his head repeatedly.
Looking up at the sky, he murmured, "Since when did another world appear above? Ah... those divine thoughts must be coming from there."
Sensing the strength of the divine consciousness sweeping past, Ao Tian curled his lip, unimpressed and quickly losing interest.
"Weak. Still too weak."
Spirit City was home to the Spirit Hall's Pope Palace. While not as large as the capitals of the Heaven Dou Empire or Star Luo Empire, its facilities and strength vastly surpassed them.
Just then, a frenzied cheer erupted from the Holy Mountain at the city center, sweeping across all of Spirit City.
"Long live the Pope! Long live! Long live forever!"
The citizens of Spirit City went wild with excitement, shouting themselves hoarse, all facing the direction of the Holy Mountain.
Ao Tian looked up. To him, all the buildings and obstacles along the way were invisible.
His gaze landed on the Holy Mountain, where a glorious golden palace stood, and in front of it, a crowd of people.
At the forefront stood a man in golden robes, appearing in his thirties, tall, handsome, with domineering pride in his eyes.
The man spoke, his powerful voice echoing across Spirit City:
"What just happened was a divine miracle from our Spirit Hall's Angel God. Do not be afraid. The Angel God is the mightiest—his divine light blesses the world, dispelling disasters and diseases..."
The citizens became even more ecstatic. Ao Tian, however, couldn't understand this babbling language.
His divine consciousness swept over the Pope, piercing his mental defenses with ease.
Soul search!
The Pope continued to preach endlessly to both civilians and soul masters, completely unaware his soul had been invaded and all his secrets laid bare before Ao Tian.
Douluo Continent? Spirit Hall? Qian Xunji?
Ao Tian instantly understood the Pope's identity, unlocking memories sealed for eons—he had read the novel Douluo Dalu in his past life.
A ripple flickered in his calm, star-like eyes. He had actually entered the world of a novel.
One book, one world. This universe truly held countless mysteries—even with Ao Tian's current power, he couldn't fathom them all.
With his formidable spiritual power, he instantly absorbed the information from Qian Xunji's soul.
"Qian Xunji plans to force himself on Bibi Dong tonight?"
Ao Tian's gaze shifted to a stunning young girl standing behind Qian Xunji.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, with lively eyes full of spirit, radiating charm and innocence.
This was young Bibi Dong, radiant and full of life.
Stars lit up in Ao Tian's eyes.
In the original Douluo Continent story, Bibi Dong had always been one of his regrets. Now, by fate or design, he had appeared before her tragedy unfolded.
He thought to himself—he knew exactly what to do.
(End of Chapter)