Transcendent Insight: A Dimensional Journey Starting from Douluo

"Congratulations, but how does this relate to reviving Xin'er?"

Upon learning that Wu Tong had become a divine trial candidate, Dugu Bo felt no envy. If anyone in this world could ascend to godhood, this young man before him was undoubtedly the one.

After all, the boy was exceptional in every aspect—intellect, influence, connections, strategic planning... Even his cultivation level surpassed all his peers.

"After receiving the divine trial, I met the deity. He said he'd grown weary of godhood and wished to retire early, so he gave me five years to reach the Title Douluo realm and inherit his divine seat."

"As compensation for the accelerated timeline, I can request certain boons from him—though they require resources in exchange." Wu Tong spun a flimsy lie.

Though it sounded dubious, Dugu Bo chose to believe it. After all, he'd never met a god himself.

"Then among these boons... is there something that can revive Xin'er?" Dugu Bo's eyes lit up with hope.

"Correct. The herbs from the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well, combined with my resources, are enough to trade for a resurrection artifact—one that can bring Dugu Xin back to life," Wu Tong confirmed.

"But why help me revive Xin'er? Couldn't you use this artifact for yourself?" Dugu Bo frowned in confusion.

"Two reasons. First, you gifted me the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well, a treasure trove that continuously generates resources. This is my way of repaying you."

"Second, my first divine trial requires me to establish a faction. Having your assistance would make this far smoother."

Wu Tong paused, then added with a cryptic smile, "And who told you I can only obtain one resurrection artifact?"

"More than one? Something so precious... I assumed it would be exceedingly rare..." Dugu Bo's mind raced with possibilities, missing Wu Tong's odd expression.

"Of course there are more. As long as we have enough resources, we can trade for additional artifacts. Reviving Dugu Xin also serves as... advertisement."

"Once word spreads, major factions across the continent will offer vast resources in exchange—and they'll ensure my safety. After all, if I die, no more resurrection artifacts... and they'd incur a deity's wrath."

"By skimming a fraction of those resources, my strength will grow exponentially. Relying solely on our small group, how much could we possibly gather?"

"I see... Truly, you little monster, your mind is unparalleled."

Dugu Bo couldn't help but admire the scheme. What he didn't know was that there was no deity—all traded resources would flow directly into Wu Tong's pockets, fueling his growth.

The only "cost" to Wu Tong? Resurrection coins, which he could obtain with trivial ease.

"Take these, little monster. Proceed as you see fit."

Dugu Bo handed over a spatial ring, watching expectantly. Wu Tong accepted it without hesitation, selling its contents to the chat group for 500,000 points—bringing his total to two million.

Withdrawing his consciousness briefly, Wu Tong materialized a resurrection coin and tossed it to Dugu Bo.

"Throw this onto Dugu Xin's remains, and he'll revive. But remember—he died from poison. Upon resurrection, suppress the toxins immediately."

"Then bring him to the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well to cultivate. When it's time for his spirit ring, hunt a Nine-Leaf Venom Pearl Vine—that will permanently resolve his condition."

Wu Tong's tone turned businesslike. "One more thing: this coin came from my personal reserves. While resurrection artifacts aren't scarce, future ones will require your own resources."

Dugu Bo caught the coin reverently, sensing its vibrant life force before storing it carefully. "Understood. For any additional resurrections, I'll provide the resources myself."

With that, the old man departed in a flash, eager to reunite with the son who'd haunted his regrets—and to inventory the Dugu family's assets, wondering if he could revive his daughter-in-law next.

Watching him leave, Wu Tong smirked.

An infinite resource generator (the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well) plus a poison-specialized Title Douluo, all for a 5,000-point resurrection coin? Absolute profit.

Settling back, Wu Tong returned his focus to the chat group interface.

[Great Sage (Replica): Unique Skill. Origin: Uploaded by member "Rimuru," a replicated version of his signature ability. While lacking the original's accumulated knowledge, its potential is identical.

Evaluation: The ultimate assistant—in every conceivable way.

Price: 2,000,000 points.]

Without hesitation, Wu Tong spent his entire fortune.

As the points vanished, a blinding white light shot into his forehead—knocking him unconscious before he could even lament the expenditure.

[Verification complete. Host: Wu Tong. Initiating fusion...][Fusion complete. Commencing data upload...][Detected energy circulation pathways. Uploading... Complete. Designation: Crimson Wheel Heart Sutra.][Detected external modules: Spirit Rings. Analyzing... Complete. Skills acquired: Mental Probe... Dreamscape... Polyphonic Thought...][Detected extraordinary organ. Confirmed: Martial Soul—Brain. Compatible components detected. Requesting fusion...][Host unconscious. Assuming control... Permission granted.][Fusion attempt 1... Failure.][Attempt 2... Failure.]...[Attempt 37... Success.][Wisdom Law detected. Requesting evolution...][Approved. Executing...]

While Wu Tong underwent his transformation and Dugu Bo busied himself with resurrection, a third figure was also at work.

World: "Under One Person"

Zhang Chulan stood before his grandfather's grave, a resurrection coin in one hand and an antidote from Rimuru in the other. The tombstone read: Zhang Xilin.

"Will reviving Grandpa... truly be a good thing?"

Memories flooded him—his grandfather shielding him from his father's scoldings, teaching him martial arts, their shared laughter. Tears blurred his vision.

"Worst case, we'll live on Dragon Tiger Mountain. Great-Grandmaster will protect us."

Remembering the patriarch's unwavering support in the original timeline, warmth surged in Zhang Chulan's chest.

With renewed resolve, he exhumed the coffin, revealing Zhang Huaiyi's perfectly preserved corpse despite decades underground.

Gritting his teeth, he applied the antidote and tossed the resurrection coin.

A radiant glow enveloped the body as withered flesh regained vitality.

"...Chulan?"

The familiar voice shattered his restraint.

"GRANDPA—!"

Zhang Chulan lunged forward, collapsing into the old man's arms as decades of loneliness dissolved into sobs.

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