Transcendent Insight: A Dimensional Journey Starting from Douluo

Sunset ForestIce Fire Yin Yang EyeBeneath the Cliff

"Li Di Tong Tian Pao!"

With a thunderous shout, Wu Tong gathered his strength into a single point and unleashed a devastating punch with his right fist.

BOOM!

The moment his fist connected with the cliff face, cracks spiderwebbed outward at terrifying speed. In an instant, the rock surface was covered in a network of fractures centered around his knuckles.

"As expected of Bajiquan's killing move. Just pure physical force can produce this level of destruction."

Wu Tong nodded in satisfaction. Since exchanging for Bajiquan, his control over his body had reached new heights—every ounce of strength now delivered triple the impact.

"And this is just the Ming Jin stage. There's still An Jin, Hua Jin, and beyond..."

His eyes gleamed as he recalled descriptions from martial arts novels—ordinary humans mastering techniques to single-handedly rout armies.

If mere mortals could achieve that, what about my body, tempered by supernatural energy?

He reset his stance, circulating Lesser Yang True Qi through his meridians. The scorching, violent energy coalesced in his right fist as he threw another punch.

"Li Di Tong Tian Pao!"

KABOOM!!!

This time, the cliff face didn't just crack—it exploded. Dust billowed as boulders rained down. When the debris settled, Wu Tong saw a three-meter crater where his fist had landed, the result of combined physical force and qi.

"...And unlike those martial artists, I have something they could only dream of—true supernatural power."

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

Wu Tong spent them:

Practicing his newly acquired Chinese martial arts.

Lurking in the chat group.

Pestering Zhang Chulan for Taoist knowledge.

As the grandson of Zhang Huaiyi—a direct disciple of the Heavenly Master—Zhang Chulan was a walking Taoist encyclopedia.

Without understanding the principles, you can't cultivate Taoist techniques. You'd just be reciting gibberish.

Wu Tong had learned the Mysterious Heaven Skill by copying Tang San's energy flow patterns like a parrot. But the why behind each movement? Clueless.

Even creating the Red Wheel True Scripture had been a gamble—without his Heart's Eye to monitor internal energy, he would've died dozens of times from qi deviations.

And its refinement? Only possible thanks to his second spirit skill: Dream World, which let him clone himself for endless trial runs.

I'd never attempt original techniques before fixing my talent otherwise.

Though Wu Tong had memorized Taoist texts, their specialized terminology required expert interpretation. After three days of tutoring, he could finally comprehend the Purple Cloud Divine Skill—Hua Mountain's treasured cultivation method.

Rumored to "devour the morning's violet qi," the technique fascinated Wu Tong.

It's the same "violet qi" absorbed by the Purple Demon Eyes—just harvested differently.

Purple Cloud Skill: Draws dispersed solar energy from the atmosphere (slower but usable anytime).

Purple Demon Eyes: Directly absorbs from the sun (faster but dawn-only).

After tens of thousands of Dream World simulations, Wu Tong fused their strengths into his Red Wheel Scripture.

The new version could:

Absorb solar energy directly at dawn/dusk.

Gather ambient solar power continuously.Result? Faster cultivation and more destructive Lesser Yang Qi.

"Little monster, I'm back—with your haul."

Dugu Bo's voice interrupted Wu Tong's training.

"Took you long enough. A Titled Douluo shouldn't need three days for a round trip."

"You think packing your hoard was easy?!" Dugu Bo's eye twitched. "Two days just to sort your spirit beast specimens, rare metals, and broken soul tools..."

"Ehe~" Wu Tong deployed the Venti Special—a shameless grin to deflect blame.

"Seriously, what's your plan? First you strip the garden bare, now you need a mountain of resources..."

Wu Tong met his gaze. "What if I said I could resurrect Dugu Xin?"

"...What?"

"Your son. Yan'er's father."

The air froze. Dugu Bo's aura erupted like a tsunami, his face darkening. "Explain."

(For decades, Dugu Xin's death had been an open wound. Joking about it? Unforgivable.)

Wu Tong remained calm. "I'm serious. I can bring him back."

Not that you could hurt me anyway.

With his current points, Wu Tong could buy a planet-cracker and obliterate the God Realm on a whim. Power bred absolute confidence—no more cautious survival.

"Dugu Xin..." The old man's expression cycled through hope, fear, and guilt before settling on raw longing. "How?"

Deep down, he already believed. Wu Tong wasn't cruel enough to lie about this.

"My martial soul's evolution granted me a god's inheritance. I'm now a Divine Trial Taker."

"...Gods exist?"

"As real as the sky. Three days ago, I received the Nine Divine Trials. Passing them will make me a deity."

This was Wu Tong's cover story.

Explaining the multiverse chat group would raise too many questions. But everyone understood "godly trials"—a perfect excuse for:

Sudden power spikes.

Founding factions.

Any other unexplainable feats.

And when they're ready, I'll reveal the truth about the infinite worlds.

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