Douluo: The Celestial Book

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"Dialogue": Represented in double quotes for conversations between characters.

'Thoughts': Represented in single quotation marks, indicating the characters' internal reflections.

[Diary]: Represented in square brackets, used for messages intended for the heroines or entries written by Tenshin.

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Tenshin sat on the couch in the heart of the Celestial Library, his mind adrift within the silent vastness of the space. Silence wrapped around him. His brow furrowed as he found himself lost in contemplation of the task at hand.

"What should I write? Where do I begin?"

With a deep sigh, he settled into the couch. The diary rested before him. He drew in a breath, trying to focus. After a brief pause, he began to write.

[In two months, Grandpa Jack and I will travel to Nuoding Academy to begin my studies and build a solid foundation of knowledge in this world. While I am familiar with various theories and knowledge from the modern world and diverse fictions, it is essential to at least understand the basics of this continent. It's also clear that books alone will not provide all the answers I need—I must train, experiment, and adapt.]

He paused, his fingers lingering on the page as he reflected, and then the realization began to take shape.

[Xiao Wu will be there too—and she is a Spirit Beast, a 100,000-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit who has recently transformed into a human. I never liked her character. She only recently became human and didn't even try to learn the basics of human society, so she didn't act like a child at all. How did the teachers not suspect anything?]

At that moment, across the world, the heroines—those who had been reading the diary—felt a shift. What had begun as mere curiosity and confusion had now become an extraordinary read for the younger ones. But for those who had lived longer, who had tasted the sharp bite of experience, a realization was dawning—this strange book contained far more than they had initially thought.

Their interest in Tenshin, guided by the mysterious diary, deepened. Yet, skepticism lingered—could they truly trust the words of this young man, someone they didn't even know, with his unbelievable history? It was easier to assume he was delusional than to believe his claims. To be convinced, they needed proof.

The revelation about Xiao Wu—a 100,000-year-old Spirit Beast disguised as a human—sent ripples of shock and disbelief through them. A creature of such power living undetected among humans? The implications were staggering.

Confusion turned to suspicion. If Tenshin's words were true, what else did he know? And how did he come by such knowledge? But if he was lying… why fabricate something so specific? Skepticism battled with intrigue as they wrestled with the possibility.

Spiritual City

Bibi Dong, the Pope, recalled something from years ago. 'She was that Soft Bone Rabbit from back then...'

She remembered the moment she obtained her 100,000-year-old spirit ring—it had come from a Soft Bone Rabbit. At that time, she had caught sight of a small rabbit hidden behind a bush, watching her. The creature had fled the moment it realized it had been seen.

'I will have someone investigate and, if possible, capture her in two months,' she decided. After all, she had no idea where that rabbit was now.

Tenshin frowned at the thought. Tang San—the destined son of this world. He had seen the trajectory of Tang San's life, knew the position he held in the original timeline. But now… I am here. Want it or not, his mere presence was enough to cause changes in the timeline.

[In the original path, he was the only one in the village to awaken a martial soul capable of cultivation, so the sole work-study student quota from Holy Soul Village was given to him. But now… now, that quota belongs to me. Will he still attend Nuoding Academy?]

Tenshin smirked. That doesn't matter. His thoughts turned more biting.

[It's not something I need to worry about. Besides, I don't have a good impression of that hypocrite Tang San either!]

Elsewhere, Tang Yuehua, Tang San's aunt, was reading Tenshin's words with increasing disbelief.

"How dare he call my nephew a hypocrite?" she thought, the words echoing in her mind.

Tenshin's harsh judgment of her nephew gnawed at her. Hypocrite? She could not fathom how such an accusation could apply to Tang San. How can he judge Tang San like that?

The following words from the diary grew sharper and more unsettling as Tenshin continued his reflections.

[Let's talk about Tang Hao, Tang San's father. Born into the Clear Sky Clan, he fell in love with Ah Yin—a 100,000-year-old soul beast, the Empress of Blue Silver Grass who had transformed into a human. But during her pregnancy, the Hall of Spirits uncovered her true identity and hunted her down.]

[In the end, Ah Yin sacrificed herself to become Tang Hao's ninth spirit ring—an act of desperation. But the story didn't end there. The Hall of Spirits soon turned its sights on the Clear Sky Clan, forcing them into seclusion. Even then, the Clear Sky Clan was far from noble; they abandoned the Four Attributes Clans that had once supported them.]

[Tang Hao's actions were undeniably flawed, yet when Tang San showed promise, he urged his son to honor his ancestors and return to the clan. At first, this seemed reasonable. But there's a deeper issue—humans and spirit beasts have always been at odds, and the persecution of soul beasts by the Hall of Spirits is nothing new. After all, they have served as humanity's primary defenders against soul beasts for centuries—since the time of the Angel God.]

[Then, when Tang San was weak, he admitted his father's faults to the elders. But as he grew stronger, his arrogance bloomed. He denied his father's mistakes, claiming Tang Hao had done nothing wrong. How can this be? In weakness, he acknowledges his father's faults; in strength, he denies them. This is the epitome of hypocrisy.]

[But this isn't the first time he has done this. Throughout the story, his treatment of people shifts depending on power dynamics. If someone is far stronger than him, he treats them with respect. If the power gap narrows, so does his respect. And if he becomes their equal or superior? Respect? What is that? To him, it only exists when he needs something.]

The heroines were stunned by Tenshin's analysis. His insight into the complexities of power dynamics was sharp and uncomfortably accurate. They couldn't help but reflect on their own experiences—how often had they seen people change their behavior based on power and influence?

But this scrutiny of Tang San was unsettling. It felt invasive, as if Tenshin was peeling away layers to reveal uncomfortable truths. Was he genuinely perceptive, or merely cynical?

Doubt clung to them like a shadow. Tenshin's words were persuasive, but the sheer audacity of his claims made it difficult to accept them at face value. A part of them wanted to dismiss his perspective as biased, yet the logic was difficult to refute.

An uneasy tension filled the air. If Tenshin was right… then what else was hidden beneath the surface of this world they thought they understood?

The diary was no longer just a curiosity. It was a riddle—a dangerous one that could shatter long-held beliefs. As they continued reading, they realized they were not merely observers but unwilling participants in a mystery that could change everything they knew.

[Ah Yin's sacrifice for Tang Hao—it wasn't just tragic. It was an error in judgment. First of all, what was she thinking? How could she trust a soul master, especially one from one of the Three Great Sects? She must have known the risks—how could she not see the danger of coming to Spirit City while pregnant? Her unstable soul power would have been easy to detect among Titled Douluos.]

The final lines were written with a mix of contemplation and dark humor.

[Should I feel sorry for Ah Yin? Perhaps. But how did she fall in love with Tang Hao? He's neither saintly nor charming. He's not even handsome. Maybe she was just blinded by love.]

Tenshin closed the Diary, a slight, almost imperceptible smile curling his lips. That's enough for today.

He stood, stretching as he prepared to move on. Tomorrow will be another day to prepare.

Meanwhile, the heroines, frustrated at the Diary's lack of updates, groaned in unison: Ahhh, so dramatic! Just finish your thoughts already!

Moon Pavilion

Tang Yuehua sat in silence, her emotions churning like a storm beneath her composed exterior. 'Tenshin knows nothing of love or sacrifice', she thought bitterly, his words piercing her heart like daggers. 'Yes, my brother made mistakes, but he did it out of love. He did what he believed was necessary to protect his family.'

She wanted to dismiss Tenshin's judgment as ignorant and cruel, yet doubt crept in, uninvited and persistent. 'Could there be some truth to his words?' The thought unsettled her, lingering like a shadow she couldn't shake. 'Why hasn't Tang Hao reached out to me after all these years?'

No matter how fiercely she tried to deny it, the questions refused to be silenced.

Celestial Library

Back in the library, Tenshin let out a deep sigh. He stood, the mental strain and exhaustion from overexerting himself settling into his bones. His eyes felt heavy, and his spiritual sea was almost empty.

"Phew... that was heavy," he muttered under his breath. 'I need to be more cautious. I can't afford to push myself like that again unless absolutely necessary.'

Tenshin took a moment to collect his thoughts. So much had changed in just one day—the awakening of his martial soul, the Celestial Library, the revival of all his memories, and the Diary function of the library.