Chapter 1 Time Travel
Yun Mu felt as if his consciousness was being drowned in lukewarm water, with a halo seemingly emanating from the chaos. Wasn't he dead? Had he been reincarnated?
But shouldn't one drink the Meng Po soup to forget their past life? Why does he still clearly remember that he bought a fake secret manual for 5 yuan because he felt sorry for the old man selling books, and was hit by a truck that suddenly swerved towards him while crossing the road, losing consciousness?
He died on the spot—could this stroke of luck have been intentional?
"Xiao Zi, we really have a baby. What should we name it?"
"Little Purple, stop! Little Wu is also carrying life; don't hurt her..."
"As long as Tang San..."
Xiao Wu? Tang San? No way? He transmigrated to Douluo Continent? And he's even from the God Realm Legend?
Could his biological parents be the God of Life and the God of Destruction? Oh no, he's going to be an orphan again, Yun Mu thought sadly.
Time flew by, and it seemed like only a blink of an eye before he was born. Everyone in the God of Destruction faction, except for the God of Destruction himself, was overjoyed.
At this moment, Zhou Weiqing, the God of Destruction, was thinking about how to tell Tang San the news.
Perhaps because he was an infant, he was always asleep. Later he learned that it was because his own divine position was being nurtured within him, and his body could unconsciously absorb the divine energy of the divine realm while he was asleep.
However, he constantly felt the love of the god of life and the god of destruction for him, but unfortunately, this good fortune did not last long.
He suddenly felt two warm and powerful forces surge into his cold body like the warm winter sun—these were the familiar auras of his father's destruction and his mother's life.
For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to a safe embrace.
That was their sacred place, and that day has finally come.
The next moment, he was picked up by a complete stranger.
"Xiao Ao, he's so pitiful. His parents died not long after he was born," Ning Rongrong said with pity.
"Let's hurry and take him to Third Brother. Wu Lin's body can't hold on much longer. Third Brother probably wants to send this child to Douluo Continent with Tang Wu Lin," Oscar said helplessly.
Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, that's good too. After all, we don't even know if our God Realm can survive the spacetime turbulence."
The two of them took off quickly, and he knew nothing more after that.
Yun Mu felt something pulling at his body. Suddenly, a powerful force appeared within him, protecting his fragile body, but he could feel that force being slowly worn down.
Yun Mu cursed inwardly: "My mother even bestowed a blessing upon your son, causing him to permanently lose five percent of his divine power, yet you didn't give me a single bit of divine power to protect me. Are you trying to wear down the divine power his parents left him? Tang San, I'm not finished with you!"
Aolai City.
"Tang Ziran, why did you bring back another child?" Lang Yue looked at the child in front of her, feeling extremely overwhelmed.
"Sigh, honey, I found this child on my way home from get off work. He was abandoned on the side of the road. I only did it because I felt sorry for him..." Tang Ziran said helplessly.
Lang Yue looked at the exquisitely beautiful and adorable child in Tang Ziran's arms, and in an instant, her maternal love overwhelmed her.
"Never mind, never mind, let's go to the Federation tomorrow and ask if anyone has lost a child. If not, let's adopt him." Lang Yue sighed.
Tang Wulin, standing beside Lang Yue, was very well-behaved, neither crying nor making a fuss. Lang Yue sighed inwardly.
They were just an ordinary family, and raising two children was indeed a bit of a struggle, but looking at the poor child, they couldn't bear it.
Yun Mu felt someone hugging him, and the voice was very gentle.
He made two "ah ah" sounds, trying to peek out and see where he was.
Unfortunately, Tang Ziran, fearing he would catch a cold, wrapped him up even more tightly.
"I wonder which of the two children is older. Should Tang Wulin be the older brother, or this child?" Although Tang Ziran had not yet gone to the federal government to confirm, she already had a plan in mind.
Yun Mu's heart jumped instantly; he was her older brother!
But he knew that based on the circumstances under which Tang Ziran picked up the child, the child was most likely abandoned.
"Judging from their height, this child should be a little older," Lang Yue said with a smile as she looked at the two children.
Yun Mu breathed a sigh of relief—he absolutely could not be second to anyone else; the identity of the older brother had to be his.
He didn't actually have any ill feelings towards Tang Wulin. After all, he hadn't enjoyed anything that Tang San had brought him, and by following Tang Wulin, he could also deceive Tang Hao and Ah Yin.
If he really goes against Tang Wulin, he will definitely be killed. It would be better for him to build a good relationship with Tang Wulin and make Tang Hao and A Yin think that he is on their side.
However, he still had to avenge this grudge. He believed it was relatively simple; as long as he started from childhood, there might be a chance, since Tang San and Tang Wulin didn't know each other.
As she pondered, Yun Mu fell asleep again. Her only thought before falling asleep was that this child's body really couldn't withstand the strain.
Tang Ziran took Xiao Yunmu to the federal administrator to check her identity, but found nothing. So she asked the administrator to adopt the child.
"Did you just adopt a child a couple of days ago? Are you sure it's okay?" the staff there asked.
Tang Ziran looked at the child in her arms and nodded, saying, "Okay. I will treat these two children as my own."
The staff member quickly completed the formalities.
When Tang Ziran returned home, he finally felt a bit tired. He patted Yun Mu's head.
Lang Yue took the child and placed him next to Tang Wulin, then cheerfully held the two children's hands together.
"Look how good the older and younger brothers are," Lang Yue said, turning her head and smiling at Tang Ziran, who was sitting in a chair.
Tang Ziran nodded: "It seems we need to hurry up and save some money, otherwise we won't be able to afford milk powder for these two brats."
Lang Yue nodded: "Let's continue being the mecha designers we used to be. This is Douluo Continent after all, and the people from Star Luo Continent won't dare to do anything to us."
Tang Ziran nodded with a somewhat serious expression: "Yes, we'll just have to be more careful when accepting orders."
Six years have passed.
He really didn't expect that the old man was selling the real thing. No wonder the lucky bus had mysteriously killed him; it turned out it was all for sales targets.
When he was about one year old, a cultivation technique suddenly appeared in his mind, and the beginning of it was the same as what he had read before.
Yun Mu tried cultivating with the idea of taking a gamble, and unexpectedly he actually succeeded. Now he is sitting cross-legged on the bed, feeling the power in his body.
He could clearly feel that each cultivation session could sweep away a trace of the shadow that had been eroded by the spatial turbulence on his parents' divine positions.
He had a premonition that when he reached level 99, he could directly become a god.
(End of chapter)