1: Chapter 1 I'm Being Watched

Divine Realm.

The sea of clouds was vast and misty, with immortal light cascading down. In the eternal peace that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, a blindingly white light suddenly exploded at the Stairway to Godhood, which received those ascending from the Lower Realm.

To the gods of the Divine Realm, this phenomenon was all too familiar—another Cultivator from the Lower Realm had broken through the rank 100 divine barrier, attained a God Position, and successfully ascended.

However, this light of Ascension, which should have lasted for half a quarter-hour to stabilize the new god's divinity, flickered for only an instant before suddenly vanishing.

The Divine Realm had never seen such an anomaly in ten thousand years. Whenever it occurred, there was only one possibility: something major had gone wrong with this Ascension.

The moment the white light dissipated, before Qian Chongguang's toes could even steady themselves on the white jade platform of the Stairway to Godhood, a crimson tide carrying the malevolent aura of an endless sea of blood slapped him in the face! Before he could react, an arm covered in Asura demonic patterns, like iron pincers forged from ten-thousand-year-old profound iron, death-gripped his neck.

That force was domineering to the point of being overwhelming, leaving no room for resistance. It continued to tighten, as if it would snap his neck bone in the next second, yet it precisely left him with one last breath, making it impossible for him to even faint.

The one who struck was none other than the enforcer of the Divine Realm, one of the five supreme God Kings—the Asura God.

In those blood-colored vertical pupils that had been stained by slaughter across the heavens, a chill capable of freezing the Divine Soul surged as they locked onto Qian Chongguang in his grasp.

"Is it fun?"

The Asura God's voice was like a grindstone from the Nine Serenities, every word carrying a malevolent aura that could crush a Divine Soul. "Time and again, you've shattered my arrangements and ruined the script I painstakingly laid out. You ant, you truly are seeking death!"

He truly hated Qian Chongguang to the core. He never expected that the Angel Clan of the Douluo Continent would hide such an Old freak who had lived for an unknown number of years, who step by step, had messed up the plan he had plotted for tens of thousands of years until it was unrecognizable.

Qian Chongguang's face turned purple from the strangulation. His whole body struggled in pain, looking extremely wretched, yet there wasn't a hint of fear in his eyes.

That's right, he was a transmigrator.

A transmigrator who arrived years before the original plot, becoming a direct descendant of the Spirit Hall's Angel Clan, and by seniority, he was even Qian Daoliu's biological grandfather.

Initially, he intended to rely on his foresight and intellect to seize all the opportunities on the Douluo Continent and push the Spirit Hall to an unprecedented Peak. But an accident completely shattered his illusions.

Nothing else; just as he sneaked into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, intending to claim this treasure land for himself, an unheralded mysterious force blasted him right out of the well's range. His Divine Soul was heavily damaged on the spot, and he was on the verge of death, nearly torn to pieces by the surrounding Spirit Beasts.

From that moment on, Qian Chongguang knew that all of this was to set the stage for Tang San.

Why did the shameless Asura God resurrect Tang San, whose defeat was already certain, at the end of Douluo Dalu I?

Many handsome and beautiful readers felt that Tang San was the Asura God's own grandson.

After escaping from the certain-death situation at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Qian Chongguang was even more certain that Tang San was the Asura God's own grandson.

Come to think of it, why had no one been able to find the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for tens of thousands of years? The World never lacked Spirit Masters traveling the continent, yet only Dugu Bo eventually found it—and even after finding it, he had no idea how to understand the top-tier medicinal herbs covering the mountains.

Plus, there was too much incorrect information in his memory.

For example, the father of the current Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Chen Jianjun, actually didn't know Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu, who were of his generation. Could it be that the Seven Kill Family was some hermit Family from a remote corner of the mountains?

Also, Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang went to Sea God Island, and only later did Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu learn of Bo Saixi's existence. While Bibi Dong hadn't even appeared in Spirit Hall yet, Tang Chen was already delirious in Slaughter City.

All these illogical flaws had only one explanation—someone had tampered with their memories.

A God King's thoughts are all-reaching, almost controlling every person and thing on the plane, allowing them to modify a Mortal's memory at will.

And the only ones capable of this were the high and mighty God Kings.

It could be said that all living beings were almost completely exposed in the eyes of the gods.

Unless it was in a place of divine trials or under special circumstances like possessing a Divine Artifact, it was unavoidable.

For this reason, he chose to fake his death and lie low, no longer revealing himself, and planning in the shadows.

To the Douluo Continent, it was just the unfortunate fall of some Genius.

Like a pebble thrown into the ocean, it couldn't stir up much of a wave.

Of course, Qian Chongguang still had confidence in himself, engaging in a complex and subtle game with the Asura God in the darkness where the light couldn't reach.

The mentor Evil Sword Immortal once said: The most important thing for a person is to have courage and confidence. Even if you have nothing, you can still suppress the opponent and control everything.

To abstain is to give up your rights—the right to win.

To win, you don't necessarily need strength or capital; the most important thing is to have confidence and guts. Giving up means you will definitely lose, but trying gives you a fifty-fifty chance.

So he would not give up!

Without relying on the immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, he still cultivated to rank ninety-nine, just a hair's breadth away from rank one hundred.

The kind where he could break through at any moment.

With his Aptitude, Qian Chongguang knew that even if he broke through, he wouldn't reach the God King level in the end, at most becoming a First-Class God.

Therefore, he cultivated many other methods, including but not limited to the Physical Body, Soul, and Mental Energy.

Besides that, he didn't just Cultivate; he also overthrew a duchy in the east of the Douluo Continent, where no one was paying attention, destroyed several surrounding small nations, and established a regime called the Flame Will Dynasty.

Like the other four major kingdoms, it ostensibly belonged to the Heaven Dou Empire. But in reality, these five nations had long since become states within a state. Except for the necessary tributes, they had complete autonomy over military, political, and financial powers. If the Heaven Dou imperial Family didn't possess a massive army, internal strife might have already broken out.

However, that was only regarding the other four kingdoms.

In front of the Flame Will Dynasty, let alone demanding tribute, the Heaven Dou Empire was grateful if they didn't have to give tribute themselves under the guise of "rewards."

Although he wasn't there, on the surface, there was still a Puppet and two Titled Douluo who were not to be trifled with.

The Heaven Dou Empire's imperial Family, which had no Titled Douluo, could only swallow their anger and turn a blind eye.

Even with the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the Upper Three Sects, a Sect that relied on outsiders for its combat power, it was useless.

In addition, he had established an independent intelligence agency called the Night Walkers, whose foundation was not at all inferior to the Upper Three Sects.

Spirit Hall originally wanted to promote the Night Walkers to the fourth Sect, but they didn't succeed.

Could you really expect a secret special service organization to appear openly before the public eye?

And there was more, including matters within his own Family.

Under his protection, Bibi Dong didn't have much interaction with Qian Xunji. Under his proper guidance, she didn't become a Saintess trapped by love and hatred; instead, she became the Adjudicator Elder in charge of the penal laws of Spirit Hall, completely avoiding the original ending of falling into madness and death.

Yu Xiaogang had no chance to hook up with the Saintess and pass off the theories of his predecessors as his own Ten Core Theories.

It was precisely because of this that Qian Chongguang was completely targeted.

Originally, the Asura God had incited Qian Xunji to "create two gods with one shot." For a direct descendant of the Seraphim with a Divine-Grade Seraphim Spirit and an Innate Soul Power close to rank twenty, yet who only broke through to Titled Douluo at age fifty—a total waste—that was a supreme honor for a believer.

Otherwise, with his meager talent, it would be hard for him to even become an Angel Priest. How could he not agree?

I would die a thousand deaths for you, Lord God King.

It wasn't until the Asura God's originally brilliant plot was ruined by Qian Chongguang that he feared discovery by his rival, the Destruction God King. He dared not continue such obvious interference in the continent's development and could only force Qian Chongguang to break through rank one hundred and ascend. He wanted to personally crush this meddler and pull the deviated plot back onto the track he desired.

Just as the plot reached the birth of the guardian Tang Hao and his own grandson, if he didn't act to fish the man up now, his own grandson would be finished.

And now, facing the Asura God's overwhelming killing intent and interrogation.

Qian Chongguang, with his neck gripped, didn't beg for mercy at all. Instead, he curled his lips into an extremely mocking smile and said word by word, "My money has already been spent."

The Asura God's brows furrowed tightly, his blood-colored eyes full of confusion and malevolence: "What nonsense are you talking?"

Meeting his murderous gaze, Qian Chongguang's voice was hoarse from suffocation, yet showed no weakness: "Do you think if I dared to tear up your script, I wouldn't have a trump card prepared for today?"

"Just with you, an ant?"