Reincarnated Rock Prince, you're saying this is Douluo Continent?

Chapter 1, Section 01: Morax, Paimon
Douluo Continent, a place where brains are stored.

The Star Dou Great Forest is an ancient primeval forest, one of the largest, strongest, and most dangerous primeval forests in the Douluo Continent and even the Douluo Star.

Surrounded by dense forests filled with towering trees, sunlight filters through the branches and leaves, bringing a sliver of light into the woods.

Fluorescent butterflies fluttered about, and three- or even five-colored deer hopped about in the forest, creating a peaceful scene.

"Big worm, soul from another world, your journey ends here!"

"Why is it me and Morax again..."

"Hmm... why did I add 'again'?"

A familiar female voice echoed in his mind, and the young man suddenly opened his eyes.

He had a pair of amber eyes that shone with golden light, and was so handsome that only the legendary readers could outshine him.

The young man hesitated slightly, pondered for a moment, and then began to look around at his surroundings.

Where am I?

He was originally a young boy on Earth who accidentally traveled to the continent of Teyvat and was reborn as the Geo Archon Morax.

With his foresight and powerful military force, he ended many regrets.

The Demon God of Dust did not die, and the Yaksha clan is not left with only one survivor...

As time passed and years went by, he eventually became a guest of the Hall of Rebirth, walking the world as the "mortal" Zhongli.

Zhongli looked around in confusion, trying to find the answer in the environment.

A ragged boy, a baboon-like creature that was already dead, towering trees, and Pai... Paimon?
Wait, Paimon?!

"Zhongli, where are we?"

Paimon rubbed his eyes, drifting beside Zhongli, and said somewhat blankly.

She was having tea with the traveler and Zhongli at a tavern when she inexplicably felt dizzy and woke up here.

Upon hearing this, Zhongli stroked his chin and looked Paimon over again. He felt that this little guy was not simple and resembled an old friend.

"Hmm~"

After a moment of contemplation, Zhongli finally spoke, "I also do not know where this place is."

There are very few clues at the moment. Zhongli seems to know something vaguely, but he is not sure.

It can't be that outrageous, right?

A boy, a baboon, a forest, a dagger lying on the ground...

Can't say they're similar, just say they're the same.

Those were memories from thousands of years ago, so distant that he had almost forgotten them.

We can only find out the answer in our hearts once the young man has regained consciousness.

About fifteen minutes later, the boy's fingers trembled slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes. For a moment, he thought he was going to die!

A talking silkworm, with that enormous body, must be at least a hundred-year-old soul beast!

Looking back now, I feel a chill of fear.

"Zhongli, Zhongli, this young man is awake!"

Paimon floated beside Zhongli and exclaimed in surprise.

The sound made the already somewhat frightened boy even more panicked, and his pupils contracted slightly.

someone!

Zhongli nodded slightly; with his strength, he could naturally sense the boy's condition.

The body's energy is sparse and almost negligible.

His physical condition was extremely poor, his meridians were blocked, and he was malnourished.

Although the tattered clothes were dusty, the dust had only been there for a short time, indicating that the child belonged to a poor family.

"Greetings, young friend. My name is Zhongli, and this is Paimon. We are here for a visit."

Zhong Li spoke calmly, his voice filled with composure, giving people a very safe feeling. Every move he made exuded a scholarly air, making him look like a noble young master.

Hearing this, and after observing Zhongli's behavior, Huo Yuhao was slightly taken aback.

As the illegitimate son of the White Tiger Duke, he had met many nobles, but even the White Tiger Duchess was far inferior to someone like Zhongli, whose behavior was so naturally graceful.

Although he hated the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, Huo Yuhao did not harbor hatred towards other nobles.

Therefore, they did not dislike Zhongli because of his behavior; on the contrary, they developed a certain fondness for him.

The other person not only didn't look down on him, but also addressed him as: "Young friend!"
He even took the initiative to introduce himself and his purpose. "Hello, Brother Zhongli."

The boy hesitated slightly before saying, "My name is Huo Yuhao."

At this point, Huo Yuhao paused, looked at Paimon again, and then continued, "Brother Zhongli, this human-like creature must be your martial soul, right?"

"What kind of creature is this that looks like a human?!"

Paimon, hands on his hips and looking furious, said, "Paimon is Paimon, not some human-like creature!"

Zhongli was taken aback, not by Paimon's words, but by Huo Yuhao's.

He had suspected it before, but he never expected it to actually happen in this world.

Martial Soul, Huo Yuhao, Baboon, Forest...

Douluo Continent!

It is still the Douluo Continent ten thousand years after the "gods" ascended.

After hearing Paimon's words, Huo Yuhao scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

He rarely interacted with people and didn't know how to apologize to Paimon, saying that what he said earlier was a slip of the tongue.

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't say anything wrong.

Paimon looks like a human, but where can you find someone like Paimon?
It's not just that it's so small, but it can also "fly" in the air.

In the Douluo Continent, martial spirits are incredibly diverse, and anything is possible.

It's not surprising that a spirit that's separated from its body can talk.

Zhongli stroked his chin, his amber eyes looking at Paimon, then at Huo Yuhao, lost in thought.

It's quite strange, really. After he and Paimon traveled to the Douluo Continent, they developed some connections that they had never had before.

He also gained an ice attribute and an "unknown" power within his body.

Combined with the voice that echoed in my mind when I woke up...

A glint of wisdom flashed in Zhongli's eyes as he said to Huo Yuhao, "Paimon is indeed my martial soul."

Paimon: "Huh?"

What is a martial spirit?

When did she become Zhongli's martial spirit?

She's a Paimon, not some kind of martial spirit.

Zhongli did not explain, but simply waved his hand, and Paimon transformed into a stream of light and returned to Zhongli's body.

"Sure enough."

Seeing this, Zhongli suddenly realized the truth.

After transmigrating, for unknown reasons, Paimon became his "Martial Soul".

He achieved this result by establishing an unnamed "contract" with Paimon.

"Where am I? Zhongli, Zhongli, are you there?"

"Let Paimon out!"

Upon seeing this, Huo Yuhao's eyes flashed with envy.

He grew up relying on his mother, and had no one else to talk to.

If his martial soul is a creature in this form, having a companion to talk to, even if it is very weak, is not unacceptable.

Zhongli experimented for a while and then released Paimon without making a sound.

Paimon reappeared, and a white-gold circle slowly appeared beneath his feet.

"Huh~"

"Brother Zhongli, why are Paimon's spirit rings platinum?"

Huo Yuhao's eyes widened, somewhat at a loss for words.

White, yellow, purple, black, and red—these are the normal colors for spirit rings.

What the heck is platinum gold?

Paimon was equally puzzled; she was completely bewildered and found it difficult to accept the changes that had occurred in such a short time.

Zhongli waved his hand calmly and said, "It's just a mutation in the soul ring."

(End of this chapter)