Chapter 1: Xiadie and Electrolux

The pitch-black giant beast lay on the ground, eyes tightly shut, having long since lost all signs of life.

A purple ring condensed from its surface and slowly rose.

A light breeze brushed through the forest, causing the black fur on the beast's corpse to ripple like wheat, and also gently lifted the hair of the purple-haired girl standing beside it, revealing pointed, diamond-shaped ears like those of an elf.

"I've transmigrated again."

It was unclear whether it was melancholy or helplessness.

The purple energy gathered in the girl's right palm slowly faded, revealing a fair hand.

"Counting this time, it's my second transmigration, right!" She reached out to brush aside the purple bangs covering her eyes, her pair of purple pupils deep and indifferent.

The girl was named Xiadie, and she was a transmigrator.

She had killed the giant beast before her and read the memories concerning this place from its soul.

The Star Dou Great Forest, Spirit beasts, Di Tian...

This giant beast did not have high intelligence, so the content read from its soul was not much, judging from the information read and the Spirit ring that rose when the beast died.

Even if Xiadie was not entirely certain, she could still judge where this was.

Douluo Dalu; if her judgment was correct, this was her second transmigration.

Xiadie had the experience of two transmigrations; the first was arriving in a game called "Star Rail," becoming Xiadie, the Death Demigod of the planet Wengfaluosi within it.

However, whether she became Xiadie.

Or if Xiadie obtained that transmigrator's memories, who could remember clearly?

As for her gender before transmigration, it seemed to be male.

It had been too long; there was no need to delve into it.

Now she had arrived in a world called Douluo Dalu, which was also a certain novel world from those transmigrator memories.

"From one universe, transmigrating again to another universe." Xiadie murmured, lightly raising her right hand; ultimate death energy gathered in her palm, yet there was a faint sense of stagnation.

"My authority is severely affected; the laws here are repelling me." Her gaze turned to the giant beast's corpse; the purple Spirit ring hovering above the corpse trembled slightly before being drawn over by Xiadie.

Her fingertips touched the purple Spirit ring, and the ring vibrated irregularly.

"Bang."

A crisp sound rang out, and the Spirit ring turned into mottled spots of light and dissipated.

"Is the repulsion this severe?" Xiadie lowered her head in thought, then as if remembering something, she patted her forehead, "Oh right, I don't have something like a martial soul."

While Xiadie was muttering to herself, the bright sky visibly dimmed.

The scorching noon sun was obscured, and the firmament turned into a dim night.

"Boom."

A huge, rumbling sound poured down from high above, drowning out the roars of Spirit beasts that echoed through the forest from time to time.

An extremely terrifying pressure spread along with it, causing the earth to shake and tremble.

"Something is coming this way."

Xiadie looked up, gazing at the sky through the gaps in the treetops.

A gray current of air tore through space, reaching her front just as Xiadie spoke, rapidly shooting toward the center of her brow.

After the gray energy entered, a blurry phantom appeared behind Xiadie.

"Possession?"

Even if she was not back to her peak, her Spirit Sea was not something just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could erode.

The experience of writing novels for over thirty million lifetimes, the mental reinforcement brought by imagining novel plots, and the resilience of a soul that had not collapsed after being stabbed to death by the Savior Bai E over thirty million times.

For a mere soul fragment to want to possess her, it was somewhat overestimating itself.

In the outside world, my authority cannot be exerted, and my power is less than one in ten.

If you call me a weakling, I won't argue with you.

But on my home turf, in my Spirit Sea, what should you call me?

The Death Demigod of Wengfaluosi, the Path-strider of memory, the Emanator of Equilibrium.

To put it in common terms, that is—

"You've hit the 'jackpot,' understand?"

Xiadie set about to devour and wipe clean the soul fragment that had invaded her Spirit Sea, but an aged voice timely rang in her ears:

"Holding the sun, moon, and stars in my hand, there is no one in this world like me."

This sounded a bit familiar; where had she heard it before?

Xiadie was silent for a moment, temporarily suppressing her rising murderous intent, and projected her consciousness into her Spirit Sea.

A scythe condensed from authority was held in Xiadie's right hand; the moment she appeared in the Spirit Sea, the white Spirit Sea was rapidly dyed purple.

In the empty, pale area, purple flowers bloomed one after another.

Spreading out from where Xiadie stood, they quickly extended to the vicinity of the gray-white ball of light suspended in mid-air, like a spider web capturing prey, locking the gray-white ball of light tightly within a certain range.

The ultimate death authority suppressed the pressure emitted by the gray-white ball of light.

"It's somewhat impolite for you to come uninvited, Your Excellency!" Xiadie walked toward the ball of light, the scythe in her hand emitting a dangerous aura of death.

With every step Xiadie took, the Flower Sea released petals of purple flowers.

They began to rotate in the sky in a bizarre manner.

Neither falling nor scattering, they just hovered there.

Indifferent, deathly energy permeated the space.

Seeing there was no response, Xiadie's voice sounded again: "If Your Excellency is unwilling to answer my question, do you want to test whether my weapon is sharp?"

The gray-white ball of light trembled slightly; the already confined range compressed once more, and the entire ball of light became precarious.

"Hey!"

The sphere of light trembled violently for a moment, arduously overflowing with specks of luster that converged into a human silhouette.

The phantom constructed by the outline made it impossible to see the appearance clearly, but against the backdrop of the grey robe, the upright figure possessed a sense of immortal grace.

"My name is Yilaikesi; I stumbled into this place by accident and have no intention of causing any offense."

"Your cultivation reaches the heavens; even just a fragment of your soul took all my effort to deal with." Xiadie looked at the grey-robed phantom, her voice pausing, "But even so, I am not without the power to fight."

"If your answer cannot satisfy me, I can only use my meager strength to invite you to your death."

Took all her effort?

Difficult to deal with?

Meager strength?

Do you not hear what you are saying?

Yilaikesi, who was restricted to a tiny area and unable to move, almost lost his composure.

He had been isolated the moment he entered.

His perception was limited, and he was almost unable to budge.

The young girl's control over the soul and Spirit Sea before him, as well as the toughness of both, could be described as terrifying.

He had originally been attracted by the Spirit energy of that big worm, and along the way, he discovered a young girl whose power was extremely similar to his own—not only not evil but also carrying a sacred aura—so he took a detour and entered the girl's Spirit Sea.

Who would have thought that this little one, whose external power seemed very weak to him, possessed a Spirit Sea so vast and a control over Spirit Power so meticulous that it reached an unimaginable level.

Never mind seizing her body; if the other party wanted to, he could be turned into ashes in an instant.

And yet, she claimed it took all her effort and was difficult to deal with.

Are you kidding me!

"That..." Yilaikesi coughed lightly twice, "I sensed from afar that your power resonates with mine, and I just happened to want to pass on my mantle, that is all."

Xiadie did not speak, and Yilaikesi could only bite the bullet and continue:

"My initial candidate was a youth of about your age in another area of this forest, but after weighing it, I felt you were more suitable..."

Yilaikesi spoke on and on, and because the memories of his soul fragment were incomplete, he was somewhat incoherent while speaking.

Listening to Yilaikesi's narration, Xiadie did not offer any commentary.

But in her heart, she was completely certain that this was "Peerless Tang Sect," and the youth Yilaikesi originally chose was likely the protagonist of this world, the Child of Luck, Huo Yuhao.

"So that's how it is; I have come to the Douluo II where Shenwang Tangsan looks down upon all living beings."