Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Chapter 110 Battle Through the Heavens, Dragon Ball

Northwest Continent, Black Corner Region.

This chaotic land, regarded as a "discarded pawn" by the mainstream forces, has been permeated with an inescapable stench of blood since its inception.

In earlier times, this place was a battlefield left behind after the great empires fought each other.

Countless skeletons lie buried beneath the scorched earth, and even the wind that sweeps across the broken walls and ruins carries a mournful wail.

Later, chaotic battles became the norm, with the strong plundering resources and breaking through realms amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, gradually giving rise to forces capable of rivaling the major sects of the Northwest Continent.

With their formidable fighting power, they have etched the words "survival of the fittest" into every inch of the Black Corner Region.

There are no laws here, only strength reigns supreme.

The "rules" set by the strongest are essentially permits for the plunder of the weak.

The lives of ordinary people are cheaper than roadside weeds; they might be killed at will simply for blocking the path of the powerful.

No one would stop for the life of a "weed".

After all, in the Black Corner Region, people disappear every day in battles, looting, and assassinations, and even their remains may not be preserved.

Despite the unremarkable name "Black Corner Region" and its lack of the orthodox and dignified connotations of "Gama Empire," its territory is actually much larger than that of the Gama Empire.

Yet this vast land became a place loathed by alchemists.

On the Dou Qi Continent, alchemists are revered as the chosen ones of heaven.

Therefore, even in remote towns of the Gama Empire, with the strong support of various forces, there are branches of the Alchemist Guild.

In such a vast territory as the Black Corner Region, apart from that monstrous assassin, there was almost no trace of the Alchemist Association.

the reason is simple.

Here, alchemists are walking "treasures".

The pills, formulas, and even refining techniques on their bodies are enough to make even the strongest warriors envious and ready to fight.

The Black Corner Region is a paradise for the strong, where they can seize everything through sheer power.

But it is a nightmare for the weak.

Even if they manage to obtain some valuable resources by sheer luck, as long as the news leaks, they will inevitably face annihilation.

Of course, prolonged chaos is unacceptable.

The dominant force in Black Seal City, the "Eight Doors," also realized this.

In order to stabilize resource output, the chaos of "open fighting" was rectified in the core areas under its jurisdiction.

At least on the main street, no one will be openly wielding knives and killing people anymore.

However, the Eight Doors was ultimately just a force in the Black Corner Region, lacking both a Dou Zong expert and a Dou Zun powerhouse to back it up.

It was utterly ineffective in intimidating everyone in the entire Black Corner Region.

The darkness has never disappeared; it has simply changed from being "blatant" in the open to being "insidious and vicious" in the shadows.

As night falls, the "prosperity" of Black Seal City truly begins.

Faint lights shone through the gaps between the low houses, casting the street in an intermittent glow.

The tavern was full of mercenaries wearing tattered leather armor, most of whom were warriors or martial arts masters.

In the small cities of the Gama Empire, they were considered important fighting forces, but in the Black Corner Region, they were at the bottom of the hierarchy.

After struggling for many years, there was still no hope of getting ahead.

I came to the Black Corner Region with the idea of ​​"making a name for myself".

But in reality, he was constantly surrounded by danger, and although his strength had improved considerably, he was still at the bottom.

At that moment, they raised their glasses, roaring as they gulped down the strong liquor, the liquid flowing down their chins and necks.

All my troubles are released in alcohol.

On the street, a beautiful woman dressed conservatively staggered past, her skirt torn in several places, making her look very frail.

Soon, a dozen or so men with exposed arm scars surrounded him and forced him into a dark alley.

Their eyes were greedy, and they wore malicious smiles, clearly regarding the woman as prey they could bully at will.

In the distance, several passersby huddled in a corner quietly shook their heads, a hint of mockery hidden in their eyes.

These dozen or so men were clearly greenhorns who had just arrived in the Black Corner Region and had no idea about the "unspoken rules" here.

In the Black Corner Region, well-dressed children, seemingly frail women, and wrinkled old people are often the ones you should avoid.

They are either powerful individuals hiding their strength, or members of a major force. Offending them will only lead to a fate worse than death.

Passersby dared not linger and hurried away.

I hadn't gone far when I heard more than a dozen shrill screams behind me.

The voice was full of pain and pleading, but it was masked by giggles.

It lasted for a moment, then fell completely silent.

Hearing the commotion, the passersby quickened their pace, not daring to even turn their heads.

They knew that the dozen or so men had probably become the woman's "prey".

At the street corner, a kind-faced rogue cultivator quietly stopped a passerby. Lowering his voice, he pulled a small oil-paper packet from his robes, containing several dusty pills: "Brother, want some pills? First-tier Power-Gathering Pills, can temporarily increase your strength by ten percent, only five gold coins—"

This elixir was indeed made from herbs and magic cores.

However, its quality is far inferior to that of genuine elixirs. Although it may have some effect after consumption, it may damage one's foundation.

Unless someone is on the verge of death and has no other choice, no one would touch such a "poisonous pill".

In the southern part of Black Seal City, Lin Yao stopped in front of a house that was about to collapse, dragging his heavy steps.

He was wearing a faded black shirt with a hole in the hem, his face was covered in dust, and even his hair was a bit messy.

His head was slightly lowered, his shoulders were slumped, and his eyes were filled with lingering fatigue and frustration.

Even lifting his hand to push open the creaking wooden door felt like he had used up all his strength.

As a novice with only the third stage of Dou Qi, Lin Yao was not even considered an "ant" in the Black Corner Region.

Ants can at least survive peacefully in a corner, but what about him?

With a level three Dou Qi strength, he couldn't even afford the lowest quality first-tier magic core.

The energy within that demonic core is so violent that it requires risking one's life to absorb it.

Even with such a gamble, he didn't take it.

As for the cultivation technique, thankfully, it's not a common, low-level Yellow Rank technique found in the Black Corner Region.

But that's all.

The house was very simple.

There was only a wooden bed that was about to fall apart, a chipped earthenware pot, and a few tattered clothes; the house was truly "barely furnished."

The only thing that could be considered "valuable" was the martial arts manual hidden in the secret compartment under the pillow.

It was a high-level Yellow Rank cultivation technique called "Qi Absorption Technique". The edges of the pages were worn, but Lin Yao had preserved it in exceptionally good condition.

Lin Yao sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers gently brushing the cover of "The Qi Absorption Technique". He felt the rough texture of the paper against his fingertips, but his eyes slowly welled up with tears.

After transmigrating to the Dou Qi Continent, he realized how difficult his situation was.

In his previous life, when he read Battle Through the Heavens, he learned about the Black Corner Region from Xiao Yan's perspective.

What we see is how Xiao Yan, with his talent and the help of Yao Lao, rose to prominence in the Black Corner Region.

But when he truly became a low-level cultivator in the Black Corner Region, he realized that behind the word "chaos" lay the despair of countless weaklings.

Even the worst order is better than complete chaos, especially for someone of his mediocre talent.

Furthermore, both Xiao Yan and Yao Lao started their stories in the Northwest Continent, but Xiao Yan had great talent and was guided by the "old man" Yao Lao.

Their ancestry can be traced back to the imperial family, and they also have a childhood sweetheart like Xiao Xun'er.

And what about him? He was an orphan, orphaned at the start, with no talent and no background.

If he hadn't met Old Master Lin, he probably would have died somewhere in the Black Corner Region long ago.

Old Master Lin was once a Grand Master, but his cultivation declined due to injury, so he went into seclusion in the Black Corner Region and opened a small pharmacy.

He only concocted the lowest-grade healing medicines, which yielded meager profits and were not even worth the attention of ordinary alchemists.

Yet this very old man, seeing him all alone, took him in as a disciple and taught him the "Qi Absorption Technique".

They would often save medicinal herbs to brew him a medicinal soup for cultivation.

Although the medicine was simple, it allowed him to gradually solidify his foundation during the battle qi stage.

But three days ago, Mr. Lin had an accident.

There's a chain of pharmacies in Blackseal City owned by a man named James. He's said to be a "white glove" for the city's higher-ups, with connections to everyone.

James set his sights on the location of Old Master Lin's pharmacy.

That area was near the remote medicinal herb market of Black Seal City. He wanted to demolish the pharmacy and build a warehouse, so he sent people to forcibly buy it from them.

Old Master Lin had been running the pharmacy for many years; it was not only where he made a living, but also where he remembered his deceased wife, so naturally he refused to agree.

When James saw that he refused, he threatened him, "If you don't know what's good for you, you won't live."

That very night, after James's final threat, Old Master Lin was attacked by a group of "bandits" while purchasing medicinal herbs at the market.

The medicinal herbs were all looted, and the person was severely injured. He didn't last two days after returning home before passing away.

What angered Lin Yao even more was that right after Old Master Lin died, James forcibly occupied the pharmacy under the pretext of "no man's land".

In fact, if he hadn't moved the "Qi Absorption Technique" to a hidden compartment in the house beforehand, he probably wouldn't have been able to keep even this last bit of hope.

Lin Yao knew in his heart that these were not "bandits" at all, but people sent by James.

But he was just a cultivator at the third level of Dou Qi. Let alone taking revenge, he didn't even have the chance to see James.

Jaime didn't kill him outright, not out of kindness, but because he wanted to watch him struggle like a wild dog in the Black Corner.

He wanted to ensure that the grandson of Old Master Lin, the man who "defied his will," would live without any dignity.

"Sir, what should I do?"

Lin Yao lay on the broken wooden bed, looking at the hole in the roof.

Moonlight leaked in through the hole, casting a small, pale patch of light on the ground, much like his life at that moment.

The old man's friends either dared not help him for fear of offending James, or secretly mocked him for "overestimating his abilities."

Some onlookers had already cast malicious glances at him, trying to squeeze out the last bit of "value" from him.

They knew James wouldn't kill him, so they naturally had no intention of crossing the line.

They naturally wanted to kick him while he was down, bully him for fun, or steal the only thing he had.

Lin Yao is now like a small insect trapped in a spider web; no matter how much he struggles, he can't escape James's grasp.

The thought of revenge grew wildly in his mind.

Whenever he thinks of Grandpa Lin's dying words, "Xiao Yao, live on," he feels a tightness in his chest and tears well up in his eyes.

But he knew that with his strength, he couldn't even defeat James's bodyguards, let alone kill him.

James was surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards at the level of Fighters and Masters; any one of them could easily crush him.

The rules of the Black Corner Region told him that if he wanted revenge, he either needed strength or connections.

He couldn't afford pills, had no high-level inheritance, and no teacher to back him up. His only option was to go to the "underground arena" in Black Seal City.

That's the cruelest place in the Black Corner Region. If you win, you can get gold coins and pills; if you lose, you might die.

You'll either be killed by your opponent or become a corpse and be disposed of.

"Perhaps I won't even last the first round in the underground arena—"

Lin Yao closed his eyes and murmured to himself.

He had secretly watched the fights in the underground arena.

The two monks fought desperately inside the iron cage, their fists stained with blood and their eyes filled with madness.

Some people will even bite their opponent's throat in order to win.

That scene still makes his heart pound when he thinks about it.

But when he thought of Old Master Lin's kind face, Lin Yao slowly clenched his fist again.

The old man raised him and taught him how to be a person; he couldn't fail to repay this kindness.

Even if he dies in the underground arena, he has to try, at least he can't let the old man die in vain.

Thinking this, a wave of exhaustion washed over Lin Yao, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he seemed to be in a strange starry sky.

There were no familiar houses around, no bloody stench of the Black Corner Region, only countless shattered stars spinning before my eyes.

Some stars collide and burst into a dazzling light like a supernova.

Some collapse into black holes, emitting a gravitational pull that devours everything.

And at the very center of this starry sky stands a magnificent palace.

The palace walls were formed from the power of stars, shimmering with a faint halo, as if they could suppress the entire starry sky.

A path paved with starlight stretched out beneath his feet, leading directly to the palace gates.

Lin Yao felt his steps were heavy, yet he walked forward along the road uncontrollably.

Just like his life in the Black Corner, he saw no hope, yet he couldn't stop.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally entered the palace and saw that it was filled with countless chairs.

Each seat is forged from the power of the stars, radiating a different aura.

He instinctively walked to one of the seats and slowly sat down.

"Where am I?"

Sitting in his chair, Lin Yao was filled with doubt.

The starry sky outside the palace was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, but he felt no fear whatsoever; instead, he felt a strange sense of peace.

It felt like coming home.

"Hey, where is this? Who are you?"

Just as Lin Yao was deep in thought, a cold shout came from the side.

With a thought, the chair beneath him slowly began to rotate, and after turning halfway, he saw the person who had spoken.

He was a smartly dressed young man, wearing an orange martial arts uniform with a white fur belt around his waist, sitting quietly on another chair with his arms crossed.

The boy's body was straight, as if he had been tempered and trained. His bare arms had clearly defined muscles, exuding an explosive sense of power.

Lin Yao glanced at him and immediately felt that the boy was very strong, so strong that he seemed capable of killing a Grand Dou Master with a single punch.

"I don't know either. This place looks like a palace. Perhaps we were summoned here by the master of this place."

As Lin Yao spoke, his tone gradually became uncertain, and a strange feeling crept into his heart.

Coming here feels more like "returning" to my own place, rather than being "summoned" here.

It felt just like home here; the feeling was so absurd that Lin Yao himself couldn't believe it.

"Summoned here?"

The capable-looking young man shook his head, clearly disagreeing with the statement. He then frowned, staring at Lin Yao's face: "Brother, you look familiar. Where have we met before?"

"Now that you mention it, I feel like I know you quite well."

Lin Yao nodded, his doubts deepening. He was certain that he had never seen this boy before.

But that sense of familiarity lingered, like a mark etched into my soul.

He extended his hand, his tone apologetic: "I'm sorry, I really can't remember where I've seen you before. Could you introduce yourself? Maybe I'll remember."

During their conversation, as if sensing their thoughts, the two chairs slowly moved closer together, finally stopping face-to-face.

Lin Yao and the capable young man were both stunned for a moment, then secretly shocked.

This star palace was even more magical than they had imagined, and it even had such intelligent operation.

"Don't mention it, it's fate that we met."

The capable young man stood up, stretched out his hand, revealing the traditional Chinese character "龟" (turtle) embroidered on the chest of his martial arts uniform.

"My name is Lin Yao, and I am a martial artist. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Lin Yao from the Doupo World also stood up to show respect.

But when he heard the name "Lin Yao", his pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously looked at the boy's waist.

The thing he thought was a fur belt slowly rose up, revealing a fluffy tail!

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his mind blank.

Tail, martial artist, Turtle Hermit School—these elements combined instantly conjured up a world in his mind.

Just then, the capable young man grasped his hand, which was frozen in mid-air.

The moment their palms touched, a ball of light filled with the power of stars emerged from the point of contact.

Then, it suddenly exploded, turning into countless points of light that entered the minds of the two people.

A large number of memories that did not belong to him began to flash in Lin Yao's mind.

That was another "Lin Yao's" life.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, and after transmigrating, he became a teenager on Earth.

But that Earth was no ordinary one.

The streets are filled with humans in animal forms, hovercars traverse the sky, and all-purpose capsules can compress houses and spaceships to the size of a palm.

The television was broadcasting a report on the World Martial Arts Tournament.

The king is a cat-headed man with cat ears, and the martial artists are beings capable of destroying the world.

Lin Yao quickly realized after his transmigration that he had arrived in the world of Dragon Ball.

Without hesitation, he took a compressed capsule containing study materials, set sail, and found the island where Master Roshi lived.

Using those precious "teacher collections," he successfully became a disciple of Master Roshi and joined the Roshi school.

At that time, Sun Wukong had not yet arrived at the island, and the story had not yet begun.

On the island, Lin Yao studied and practiced diligently for two and a half years.

He trained with Master Roshi, learning the Kamehameha, and also used his free time to dive into the ocean and collect many valuable resources.

After leaving the island, he took a Dragon Ball that he had "demanded" from Master Roshi and headed to the Western Capital.

They found Dr. Brief, the founder of Capsule Corporation, and wanted him to help them create the Dragon Radar.

Dr. Brief was so poor that he had nothing left but money and had no interest in the resources Lin Yao brought, so he rejected his request on the spot.

At the crucial moment, Lin Yao pulled out his trump card: a collection of teacher materials.

These books, rich in sound and illustrations, instantly captivated the equally eccentric Dr. Brief, and the Dragon Radar was quickly created.

With the help of radar and without the Red Ribbon Army's obstruction, Lin Yao successfully collected all seven Dragon Balls.

His first wish was for "eternal life and indestructibility," but the dragon said it could not grant him that wish.

He had no choice but to settle for "Saiyan bloodline," and Shenron barely met his requirements.

A year later, Lin Yao collected all the Dragon Balls again and made a wish for "a strong physique to survive in the universe," thus making up for the Saiyan's early weaknesses.

Meanwhile, the spaceship that Dr. Brief helped him develop was also successfully completed.

The last scene in his memory was him boarding the spaceship, closing his eyes, preparing to take a nap during his interstellar journey.

Memories come and go quickly.

When Lin Yao from the Battle Through the Heavens opened his eyes again, his gaze toward the boy opposite him was filled with complex emotions.

There was shock, then understanding, and a strange sense of closeness.

"Dragon Ball World —"

"Battle Through the Heavens," Lin Yao said softly.

"Battle Through the Heavens World"

Lin Yao from Dragon Ball also spoke, his tone equally filled with emotion.

"So you were me all along. No wonder I felt like you were a long-lost brother when I first saw you, and I had a sense of belonging to you on a spiritual level."

Lin Yao smiled wryly, finally resolving his doubts.

No wonder that sense of familiarity lingered; they were the same soul, just experiencing different lives in different worlds.

"Yes, it's incredible."

Lin Yao nodded in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the other seats in the palace.

Some seats were glowing, while others were dark, and no one could be seen in them.

"In my past life, I often read time-travel novels and fantasized about traveling to those fantasy worlds where cultivation could destroy the world."

I never imagined that when I transmigrated to the world of Dragon Ball, you would also transmigrate directly into the Battle Through the Heavens novel.

By the way, do you think there will be other versions of us in other worlds?

Following his gaze, Lin Yao stared at the glowing seats, paused for a moment, and then guessed, "It's hard to say. We already have two worlds, so a few more wouldn't be surprising."