"HONK! HONK!"
*Tires Screeching*
*Bam*
The driver tried to apply breaks, however, it was already too late. He never expected a random man to appear in front of his truck on a clear road.
"Ugggh! Truck-kun, though I did request you to hit me in a few of my comments, I just did that because I thought it would make me look funny and cool… you weren't supposed to take it seriously…"
"Fuck! It hurts!"
Xin Yu, a 25-year-old man who was hit by a truck, felt his whole body searing in pain as it fell on the ground. He felt his eyes turning heavier, he did try to keep them open but he failed to do so since the pain was too much for him to bear, soon, he closed his eyes and his consciousness faded away.
…
Douluo Continent, an Unknown Valley
In the sky, colorful clouds floated, while on the ground stood towering skeletal remains.
These skeletons emitted an ancient, primal aura as if they hailed from a prehistoric era.
Though only bones remained, the noble and domineering presence of these creatures was still palpable.
"Waaah…!"
Suddenly, in the silence of the valley, a baby's cry echoed.
At the source of the sound, a flash of nine-colored light shot straight into the sky.
In an instant, the entire valley burst into chaos.
Countless clouds in the sky—all vibrant and colorful—rushed frantically toward the nine-colored light.
Red, yellow, green, cyan, blue, black, gold—clouds of every color raced towards the light.
The towering skeletons that had stood silently in the valley suddenly seemed alive.
Low dragon roars reverberated through the valley, rising and falling like waves.
In the deepest part of the valley, another radiant burst of nine-colored light erupted.
The two flashes of nine-colored light seemed to respond to each other, growing brighter and brighter.
No one knew how much time passed.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a buzzing sound rang out.
The space above the valley cracked open, forming a pitch-black spatial rift.
Then, silver light flashed, and a silver figure quietly emerged from the rift.
The silver figure hovered mid-air. She wore a silver gown, her face concealed behind a silver veil, and her long silver hair cascaded down to her waist.
Her gaze shifted slightly as she looked at the frenzied clouds rushing toward the nine-colored light.
Immediately, the brilliant nine-colored light caught her eye.
She froze, a flicker of shock flashing in her violet eyes.
Quickly, she extended her right hand. Her snow-white, jade-like fingers were flawless and smooth.
With a simple motion, the nine-colored light fell into her hand.
Her beautiful eyes widened slightly—it was a baby, not even a month old.
Her eyes narrowed as she sensed the familiar yet overwhelmingly powerful energy. Beneath her veil, her face shifted, revealing a mix of disbelief and uncontrollable joy.
She turned her gaze sharply toward the deepest part of the valley, where the other nine-colored light flickered as if trying to convey something.
Her expression hardened, her eyes full of determination. After one last glance at the towering skeletons below, a trace of sadness flickered across her face.
Hatred flashed in her eyes. Holding the baby, she disappeared into the spatial rift with a single step.
As they vanished, the chaotic valley gradually returned to its former calm.
...
Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire
In a remote area near the Star Dou Forest, there was a small town.
The town wasn't prosperous, unlike the major cities and large metropolises. Most of the inhabitants were commoners, with few nobles in sight.
In the town's northwest corner, there was a cluster of houses where many of the commoners lived.
"Huff… huff…"
In a narrow alley, the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
A child, about six years old, was running through the alley, carrying a large cauldron.
The child's figure seemed small beneath the massive cauldron, which even an adult couldn't budge, yet he ran steadily with firm steps.
Each step he took left a clear footprint on the ground.
"Squeak!"
"Bang!"
After several laps, the child stopped in front of a courtyard.
With a kick, the tightly closed door swung open, slamming into the wall with a loud bang.
The child carried the cauldron inside the courtyard and placed it in an open space.
When the cauldron hit the ground, a deep thud reverberated, as though the earth itself had shaken, a testament to its immense weight.
"So tired!"
Xin Yu muttered, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His small face was flushed red.
The cauldron weighed over a thousand pounds, far beyond what a normal adult could lift.
Though he was born with immense strength, running four or five laps around the alley while carrying it was still an exhausting task.
"I'll take a bath first. Uncle Tian and Aunt Bi will be here soon," Xin Yu murmured to himself, then ran into the house on his short legs.
Ignoring his sweat-soaked body, he heated a pot of water and enjoyed a warm bath.
After washing off with warm water, he poured a basin of cold water over his head, feeling instantly refreshed.
Once cleaned and dressed in fresh clothes, Su Yu felt fully rejuvenated.
Grabbing a piece of fruit from the kitchen, Su Yu leaned against the door, bored, his large, black eyes shining with a maturity and wisdom far beyond his years.
"It's been six years. I've already been in Douluo Continent for six years."
Xin Yu sighed inwardly.
Yes, he wasn't a native of the Douluo Continent—he had transmigrated here.
And it wasn't just his soul that had crossed over; his entire body had.
It was as if he had been reborn.