Author's Note Before the Story Starts
Yes, you heard that right—another brand-new Douluo Series has begun! Welcome, everyone, to this journey filled with spirits, bloodlines, and unimaginable battles.
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The Douluo Continent.
Ten thousand years had passed since Lingbing Douluo Huo Yuhao carved his legend into the world, and another ten millennia had swept by like a dream. The tides of history continued flowing, civilizations rose and evolved, but deep in its bones, this was still the same Douluo Continent—vast, mysterious, filled with Martial Spirits, and home to countless legends yet untold.
Aolai City, a bright coastal jewel in the Sun-Moon Federation. Today, the city was alive with celebration and expectation. Whether rich or poor, noble or commoner, every family in Aolai shared the same burning hope—for today was Spirit Awakening Day.
In front of the city's Spirit Transfer Pagoda branch, long lines of families stretched down the street. Parents stood patiently with their children, waiting for their turn at this life-changing ceremony. For on this day, six-year-olds would awaken their Spirits and take the very first step toward cultivational destiny.
Among the crowd stood a family that at first glance appeared ordinary, but upon closer inspection radiated a striking aura.
The middle-aged man wore kindness on his face, the sort of man who carried quiet dignity in his smile. At his side was his wife, elegant and gentle, her composure shining in even the simplest action. Standing in front of them were two little boys—straight-backed, intelligent-eyed, both of them so impossibly handsome that almost every passerby stole curious glances their way.
"Brother! We're about to awaken our Spirits! What kind of Spirit do you think I'll get?"
The younger boy, cheeks still slightly round with innocence, tugged on his older brother's arm. His large eyes shone with sparkling anticipation, his voice full of excitement.
His older brother chuckled softly, his smile as warm as the spring breeze.
"Hehe, maybe you'll awaken something super powerful," he teased.
The younger boy's name was Tang Wulin. At only six years of age, he already carried a passionate dream—to awaken a strong Spirit and one day become a mighty Spirit Master. If he could achieve that, then he could protect his family, walk side by side with his older brother, and ensure Mom and Dad lived the happiest lives possible.
"With your luck," his brother added in a gentler voice, "I think you'll definitely awaken something truly extraordinary."
This older brother was named Tang Luochuan. His appearance outshone even Tang Wulin's, his aura refined and almost ethereal, as though he didn't quite belong to this mundane world. His most striking feature was his eyes—bottomless and calm, carrying maturity that no six-year-old child should possess.
Their parents, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue, watched their sons with overflowing pride. Ziran chuckled, shaking his head with amusement, while Lang Yue's gentle hand brushed a strand of hair back from Wulin's forehead.
"You two…" Tang Ziran said softly, voice overflowing with affection, "No matter what kind of Spirits you awaken, remember this—you'll always be your mother's and father's most precious treasures."
Lang Yue nodded with tender agreement. "We love you both. Spirits or no Spirits, that will never change."
For them, these two boys were already the greatest gifts life could give. Whatever the future held, they would face it together as a family.
Wulin and Luochuan exchanged grins, replying at the same time, "Got it!"
"Next—Tang Luochuan!"
The long wait finally ended. Their family's turn had come.
Because parents weren't allowed inside, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue remained outside, their gazes full of encouragement. Tang Wulin's little hands clenched into fists as he cheered loudly.
"Brother, it's your turn! You'll definitely awaken something amazing!"
His innocent faith shone like a lantern.
Luochuan smiled faintly but said nothing. Unlike Wulin's pure excitement, his own heart carried a quiet storm. With each step toward the Spirit Transfer Pagoda, his thoughts churned.
Wulin will awaken Blue Silver Grass, along with the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King. His innate spirit power will be level three. His future strength will rise to the level of gods themselves. He is the destined protagonist of this story.
Luochuan's lips tightened.
But what about me? What kind of Spirit waits in my body?
That question rattled inside him endlessly.
Because in truth, Tang Luochuan wasn't an ordinary boy. He was a transmigrator—from another world known as Blue Star.
When he awoke in this life, he found himself reborn as Tang Ziran's biological son, Tang Wulin's elder brother. In the original story, Tang Wulin had been adopted by Tang Ziran, yet this single twist had rewritten destiny itself.
I've lived here for six years now… and yet, no golden finger, no special cheat, nothing! Isn't this unfair?
While his younger brother carried the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, a divine-level potential hidden deep within, all Luochuan had was uncertainty. If fate abandoned him, how could he possibly stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Wulin when the storm of destiny arrived? How could he support his brother when even gods were destined to interfere?
His parents called themselves ordinary people. But Luochuan, who had read the original works, knew better. Tang Ziran and Lang Yue were actually top-tier mecha engineers of the Federation. If they wanted to, they could craft mechas so advanced that ordinary people could never even dream of them. Their achievements were proof that they were anything but ordinary.
So then—what exactly was hidden in his bloodline?
"I swear…" Luochuan whispered silently, clenching his fists, "…even if I must sacrifice twenty years of romantic luck, I'll accept it. Just grant me a powerful Spirit. Even if I stay single forever—it's worth it!"
Inside the Pagoda, a young man in black robes waited. His name was Su Haitao, a certified Spirit Transfer Master. He greeted gently, "Child, please follow me."
He led Luochuan to a prepared Spirit Awakening formation. As he stretched out his right hand, spirit energy flared, and beside him appeared a phantom wolf—azure-furred, sharp-toothed, exuding fierce pressure. Around Su Haitao glowed three spirit rings, one white and two yellow. He was a Spirit Elder.
"Now, place your right hand on the Awakening Stone."
"Yes, Brother Tao," Luochuan answered politely. His small palm trembled with both fear and anticipation as he pressed against the crystal sphere.
A humming vibration ran through the air.
In the next instant—!
The Awakening Stone erupted.
Blinding golden light surged outward, flooding the entire chamber.
Su Haitao's eyes widened in disbelief. He could hardly breathe.
Golden wings, radiant and majestic, unfolded behind Tang Luochuan, shimmering with scales that carried the presence of a sovereign. And looming behind those wings emerged a massive dragon-shaped phantom. Its claws glistened with destructive might, its roar trembled the air, and its aura was unmistakable—this was not some weakened imitation dragon.
This was a true dragon.
And not just any dragon.
A golden dragon with wings.
"…Impossible." Su Haitao's knees nearly buckled.
Normal Spirit awakenings revealed only faint phantoms at best. To actually manifest partial dragonification—wings!—at the very moment of awakening was unprecedented. Even the most gifted dragon-spirited geniuses required years of cultivation before partially transforming. But this boy…
What kind of monster have I awakened?!
As Su Haitao gaped, Luochuan stared at his own shimmering golden wings, his heart slamming against his ribs.
Could it be…? Did my prayer succeed?!
"Quick!" Su Haitao's voice cracked with urgency. He thrust a device forward. "Test your innate spirit power!"
The crystal orb lit up immediately—then filled completely, glowing brighter and brighter until the edges strained as if ready to explode.
Su Haitao's jaw fell open. His hands shook.
"Innate… full spirit power…" he whispered hoarsely, as though uttering holy scripture.
Throughout history, this level of talent had only appeared a handful of times. Now, right before him stood another.
Excitement coursed through him. This boy will become the pillar of the Federation one day! Whether our Pagoda can win him over or not, we must never offend him—ever!
But while Su Haitao struggled to contain his thrill, Tang Luochuan's shock towered far higher than his.
Because just then—
[Ding—]
A crisp chime rang inside his mind, pure as celestial music.
[Congratulations to Host for sacrificing twenty years of romantic luck.]
[Six years have passed. Activation conditions met. Would you like to awaken the system?]
Tang Luochuan froze in delight. His lips curled upward, and with all the determination he could muster, he shouted in his heart—
"Activate! System—activate fiercely!!"