Dimensional Journey Starting from Douluo Dalu

Chapter 35: Pseudo Divine Trial Taker

Sunset Forest.

Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Beneath the rear cliff.

"Earth-Piercing Heavenly Cannon!"

With a loud shout, Wu Tong gathered all the strength in his body into a single point, then unleashed it through his right fist with full force.

Boom!

As his fist struck the cliff face, a crack appeared, rapidly spreading outward.

In the blink of an eye, spiderweb-like fractures spread out from the center of impact.

"No wonder this is a killing move from Bajiquan. Just using raw physical force can already create this level of destruction."

Wu Tong looked at the cracks and nodded in satisfaction.

Since exchanging for Bajiquan, his control over his own body had become far more precise—he could now generate triple the impact with a single portion of strength.

"And this is just the Ming Jin stage. Later, there's An Jin and Hua Jin."

"Even further, based on current martial arts theory, it's possible to deduce Dan Jin, Gang Jin, and even the legendary realm of 'Invincibility through Divine Vision'."

Thinking about those martial arts novels where ordinary people could, through training alone, defeat entire armies, Wu Tong couldn't help but feel a fire in his heart.

'If regular humans could achieve that by refining their bodies and mastering martial arts, then what about me—whose body has already been tempered by extraordinary power?'

'If I pair that with martial arts… I'll surpass them for sure.'

'Not to mention…'

At this point, Wu Tong took the Bajiquan stance again, circulating the Lesser Yang True Qi in his body.

The searing, violent energy gathered in his right hand as he punched once more.

"Earth-Piercing Heavenly Cannon!"

BOOM!!!

With a deafening explosion, the cracks on the cliff face expanded violently.

Dust erupted everywhere, and small rocks began falling from above.

As the dust slowly settled, Wu Tong finally saw the spot where his fist had landed.

The combination of inner force impact and berserk energy produced a compound effect, resulting in a massive crater—three meters in diameter.

"On top of all that, I also have what those martial artists dream of—supernatural power."

Smiling, Wu Tong looked at the destruction caused by his Lesser Yang True Qi combined with martial strength.

…

Three days had passed since Dugu Bo left for Heaven Dou City.

During those three days, Wu Tong alternated between practicing the martial arts he had exchanged and chatting in the group.

He also took the time to ask Zhang Chulan for guidance on Daoist knowledge.

It had to be said—Zhang Chulan, as the grandson of Zhang Huaiyi and a direct disciple of the Heavenly Master of the Tianshi Mansion, had a rock-solid foundation in Daoist studies.

After all, if you didn't understand Daoist principles, you wouldn't even be able to train in Daoist techniques—you simply wouldn't comprehend them.

Wu Tong had only been able to practice the Xuantian Skill because Tang San served as a living demo of the technique.

By copying the flow of energy through Tang San's body, Wu Tong could imitate the cultivation process without fully understanding the logic behind it.

In fact, when he created the Crimson Wheel Scripture, he would have died dozens of times during the creation process if not for his Mind's Eye, which allowed him to monitor internal changes and interrupt errors in time.

The later improvements to the Crimson Wheel Heart Scripture were only possible because of his second soul skill—Dream World—which let him copy himself and experiment repeatedly with different variations.

Until his innate talents were perfected, Wu Tong had no plans to attempt creating another cultivation method.

Although he had some Daoist scriptures stored in his mind, many of the specialized terms still needed interpretation from a real expert.

Thanks to three days of tutoring, Wu Tong had finally sorted out his doubts.

Now, under Zhang Chulan's guidance, he could fully understand the Purple Cloud Divine Art.

It truly lived up to its name as Huashan Sect's core technique.

According to legend, the Purple Cloud Divine Art could absorb the purple qi of the morning sun and was considered profoundly mysterious.

But in Wu Tong's view, this "morning purple qi" wasn't much different from the pure yang purple qi absorbed by the Purple Demon Eye.

The difference lay in how the two techniques absorbed that energy.

The Purple Cloud Divine Art drew in dispersed pure yang energy from between heaven and earth, while the Purple Demon Eye absorbed it directly from the sun itself.

The two techniques each had their advantages and disadvantages.

The Purple Cloud Divine Art could be cultivated anytime and anywhere, but gathering pure yang purple qi from between heaven and earth was difficult.

The Purple Demon Eye, on the other hand, could only absorb energy directly from the sun—and only during the early morning.

After fully understanding the Purple Cloud Divine Art, Wu Tong used its underlying Dao and principles to refine his own Crimson Wheel Heart Scripture.

He performed over ten thousand iterations in the Dream World and ultimately succeeded in integrating the Purple Cloud Divine Art's strengths into the Crimson Wheel Heart Scripture.

Now, the new Crimson Wheel Heart Scripture could absorb solar energy both at dawn and dusk.

It could also gather the sun's scattered essence from between heaven and earth, drastically improving cultivation speed.

The Lesser Yang True Qi cultivated this way was also much more destructive.

"Little monster, I'm back. I brought everything you asked for."

Just as Wu Tong was cultivating the upgraded Crimson Wheel Heart Scripture, Dugu Bo's voice rang out.

"Old man, you're finally back. At your level as a Titled Douluo, you shouldn't have taken this long."

Wu Tong stood up and looked toward the approaching Dugu Bo.

"Little monster, do you even know how much stuff you've got? The travel itself didn't take long, but sorting through everything took two whole days—even with me working overtime."

Recalling the soul beast specimens, rare metals, fragments of lost soul devices, and heaps of other items in Wu Tong's treasure vault, Dugu Bo's face turned black.

"Uh… ehehe~"

Seeing his expression, Wu Tong felt a bit guilty and used the classic Barbatos-style method to change the subject.

"Speaking of which, little monster, what are you actually planning? You not only needed all those resources, but you even plucked the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well bald."

Dugu Bo looked around at the bare landscape and winced as he asked.

"Old man, what if I told you… I can revive Dugu Xin? Would you believe me?"

Wu Tong didn't answer directly and instead stared Dugu Bo in the eye.

Dugu Bo froze.

He seemed unsure if he'd heard correctly. "What did you say? Revive who?"

"Your son. Yan'er's father—Dugu Xin."

Wu Tong repeated it calmly.

"Little monster… what are you trying to say?"

Dugu Bo's face darkened, soul power surging around him like a raging beast.

His aura exploded outward, instantly overwhelming.

His eyes were locked onto Wu Tong, filled with suspicion and tension.

He was waiting for an explanation.

Dugu Xin had always been a thorn in his heart, a wound he could never forget.

Wu Tong suddenly bringing him up as a joke made Dugu Bo furious—he was already close to lashing out.

"I'm serious. I can revive Dugu Xin."

Wu Tong spoke clearly and slowly, ignoring the oppressive force bearing down on him.

To be honest, even if Dugu Bo attacked him now, Wu Tong had nothing to fear.

With his current point reserves, if he didn't care about the future, he could buy an orbital annihilation cannon and blow the Divine Realm to dust—then live like a king on Douluo.

That kind of power gave him the courage he never had before.

He no longer needed to tread carefully. Now, he could act freely.

"Xin'er…"

Dugu Bo's eyes flickered with longing, fear, regret, and hope—all tangled together, making his face contort in pain.

In truth, Dugu Bo had believed him the moment Wu Tong said it.

Wu Tong had no reason to tell such an easily exposed lie.

And after all these years of dealing with him, Dugu Bo knew: this youth wasn't the kind to cruelly poke at old wounds.

What he couldn't accept was the guilt—the shame of facing that child again.

But in the end, longing overwhelmed hesitation.

"…How?" Dugu Bo's voice was hoarse.

"Tell me everything."

"My martial soul evolved. I inherited the legacy of a god. I'm now a Divine Trial Taker."

"A… god? Gods really exist?"

Dugu Bo couldn't believe it.

As a Titled Douluo, he had traveled far and wide in his youth seeking a cure for his martial soul's poison.

He'd seen many temples and shrines and knew how much people worshipped the divine.

But he'd always believed it was just a form of spiritual comfort.

"They're real."

"Three days ago, I received a god's inheritance. I've been given the Nine Trials of the Divine."

"If I complete them, I will become a god."

Wu Tong calmly explained, seeing the disbelief on Dugu Bo's face.

If he wanted to advance world evolution and sever the Divine Realm's control, he couldn't do it alone.

It would take a whole team.

Originally, Wu Tong had considered telling Dugu Bo about the multiverse.

But that concept was too abstract—too unreal.

He had confidence in persuading Dugu Bo, but convincing a group of people? That was much harder.

So Wu Tong decided to present himself as a Divine Trial Taker—simple and powerful.

Once he had enough experience, it would be easier to introduce the greater truth about the multiverse later.

Besides, being a Divine Trial Taker had its perks.

Whether it was his sudden rise in cultivation or establishing a faction, doing it under the banner of the gods would raise fewer eyebrows.

(End of Chapter)

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