The vast Great Thousand World, northwest of Dou Qi Continent.
In the Jia Ma Empire, Wu Tan City, a small room in the southeast corner of the Xiao Clan mansion.
"Mo Sha, Han Shuang, you bastard dare to conspire against in secret! Even if I fall into the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, I won't let you go!"
In the once-quiet Xiao Clan room, a sinister and terrifying voice suddenly erupted, like divine thunder crashing down from the heavens!
The chilling words ca from a young man lying on the bed, his face pale.
The boy's face still carried a youthful innocence, but it couldn't hide his handso and delicate features. Though slim, his body was well-proportioned, resembling the golden ratio. It was easy to foresee that once grown, he would beco a heartthrob for countless girls.
However, at this mont, his face was contorted in a terrifying, malevolent expression that did not match his age. A faint flicker of purple lightning danced in his eyes, resembling the legendary Thunder God
Seeing this, the old man standing by the bed did not show fear; instead, he shouted with joy. His cloudy eyes cleared up as he gazed at the young man who had just woken up, excited like a child, exclaiming:
"Yu'er, you... you're awake! Thank goodness! I thought... I thought..."
Tears involuntarily rolled down the old man's face as he spoke.
The young man lying in bed was the old man's grandson. After seeing his grandson, who had been in a coma for days, awaken, the old man wept tears of joy.
"What's going on? Wasn't I... dead?"
Disturbed by the old man's crying, the boy regained his composure. The anger in his eyes subsided, and as his mind cleared, he began to examine his surroundings and the old man before him.
With his keen perception, he could tell that the old man's tears were genuine, not fake.
But he didn't know this person, and besides, he had no relatives.
As he thought about it, a sudden headache struck him, like an explosive going off in his head, causing him to faint once more.
This sight frightened the old man again, but after confirming the boy's breathing was steady and his heartbeat normal, he finally relaxed. He carefully covered the boy with the blanket before tiptoeing out of the room.
Ti passed, and before long, a quarter of an hour had gone by.
"Dou Qi Continent, Xiao Clan of Wu Tan City. I am Mo Yu?"
The boy, now awake, gently rubbed his sore forehead. At the sa ti, a flood of unfamiliar mories surged into his mind, leaving him montarily bewildered.
However, that confusion quickly vanished as clarity returned to the boy's eyes.
He had been reincarnated.
The boy wasn't shocked by this realization because this wasn't his first ti being reborn!
In his first life, he was an ordinary university student on Earth, who died tragically in a cliff-fall accident during a class hiking trip.
In his second life, he arrived in a world called 'Shen Xiao Continent'. Favored by fate, he swiftly rose to prominence, becoming a peak expert in just a few short years. True to his title as a 'transmigrator,' he achieved remarkable success, but during his attempt to 'break through the void,' he was betrayed and killed by his 'companions'!
Recalling this, the boy's eyes flared with rage, hatred seething in his heart.
"Mo Sha, Han Shuang, you deserve to die!"
Though his talent in his previous life was unparalleled, his humble origins caused him to offend many of the continent's top forces during his rise. He had snatched resources from these powerful sects and clans multiple tis.
He thought that once he stood at the peak, these past grudges would be forgotten.
However, during the 'Ten Gods Breaking the Void,' under the secret scheming of Mo Sha and Han Shuang, seven of the other gods turned against him and attacked.
Fortunately, he narrowly escaped death, leaving behind a fragnt of his soul to survive through the void, eventually ending up in this new world.
In this life, his na was Mo Yu.
"Dou Qi Continent, the Xiao Clan." Learning that he had been reborn in a third life, even soone who once stood at the peak of Shen Xiao Continent, like Mo Yu, couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
In his previous life, when he first crossed over to Shen Xiao Continent, he had so suspicions about this world. But now, hearing the na "Dou Qi Continent," he imdiately understood.
Great Thousand World!
Thinking about the novel he had read in his first life, a bitter smile appeared on Mo Yu's lips.
His fortuitous encounters and rapid rise in strength had once led him to believe that he was the true protagonist of the world. But now, realizing the truth, he understood that the chosen ones of the Great Thousand World were none other than the future Fla Emperor and Martial Ancestor.
Despite a tinge of disappointnt, the current Mo Yu was no longer the naïve university student of the past. He had once stood at the top of the continent as a supre expert.
Casting aside these idle thoughts, three things now mattered most to him.
Power. Power. And more power!
Whether it was Xiao Yan or Lin Dong, neither mattered to him now. Only power was important, and Mo Yu did not believe that he would necessarily lose to these sons of fate.
Moreover, recalling the traitors from Shen Xiao Continent, Mo Yu swore that even if they had fled to the Great Thousand World, he would personally drag them to Hell!
"Yu'er, you're awake! Co, take your dicine."
At this mont, the old man in green robes re-entered the room. This was the steward of the Xiao Clan's mansion, Steward Mo.
Mo Yu, in this life, was the only grandson of Steward Mo.
Seeing that Mo Yu's face, though still pale, looked much better, the old man smiled warmly. But then, as if recalling sothing, his smile faded, and he spoke sternly.
"Yu'er, I know you love martial arts and are competitive, but your body has always been weak. You must not act recklessly."
It turned out that this body's original owner had been eager to practice martial arts, but due to his frail constitution, he had overexerted himself, causing his dou qi to rampage through his ridians and leading to his death. This was how Mo Yu's fragnt of a soul had been able to take over.
After understanding his current situation, Mo Yu cald down.
Staying composed under pressure was one of the key reasons he had been able to navigate through crises in his previous life.
He solemnly nodded at the old man's advice.
Although his soul now occupied this body, the original owner's emotional attachnt was evident, making it clear that the relationship between the grandfather and grandson had been very close.
Seeing Mo Yu's obedience, Steward Mo smiled warmly, gave a few more words of advice, and then closed the door to let him rest.
"Dou Zhi Qi, 4th Stage . Seems like this body's original owner was quite weak," Mo Yu muttered softly as he sensed his current strength.
Even though different worlds had different cultivation systems, the essence of power remained the sa. Having absorbed the mories in his mind, Mo Yu quickly assessed his current level of strength.
"If I recall correctly, Xiao Yan, despite having his dou qi absorbed by Yao Lao for three years, still has a third-stage Dou Zhi Qi. By comparison, this original owner really was a waste. No wonder he died from dou qi backlash."
Mo Yu sighed, finding the original owner's talent sowhat exasperating.
But since he was here, he might as well make the most of it.
Now, reborn in the Dou Qi Continent, with endless challenges ahead, this once-great Thunder God of Shen Xiao Continent had his eyes set on the future.
As Mo Yu's thoughts drifted to his spiritual sea, his face suddenly froze, as if he had seen sothing unbelievable. But soon after, overwhelming joy surged through him, and his previously calm eyes lit up with brilliance.
"Thunder Soul... I can't believe you followed into this new life!"
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