Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

As Lin Yao broke through his battle qi, his gaze fell upon the wisp of primordial Fallen Heart Flame deep beneath the Heavenly Burning Qi Refining Tower. The Heavenly Burning Qi Refining Tower was the birthplace of the Fallen Heart Flame, and the fire-attribute energy here was closely related to the origin of the Fallen Heart Flame. With the assistance of the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame and the powerful control of his Spirit Realm soul, Lin Yao's heart stirred, and he began to attempt to condense a sub-flame of the Fallen Heart Flame.

He carefully guided the primordial flame of the Fallen Heart Flame with his soul power, using the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame as a medium and his own battle qi as a carrier, tempering and condensing it little by little. The process seemed dangerous, but it proceeded methodically under his powerful soul control. In less than half an incense stick's time, a small and exquisite Fallen Heart Flame sub-flame, pale black in color and radiating a blazing aura, slowly condensed in his palm. The flame was docile and controllable, like an obedient child, no longer possessing the rage and arrogance of the primordial Fallen Heart Flame.

At this point, Lin Yao's breakthrough was complete.

He slowly finished his practice, the energy storm around him gradually subsided, the state of enlightenment slowly faded, and the Soul Technique stopped operating on its own. Lin Yao slowly stood up, feeling the earth-shattering changes within his body, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

At this moment, his Dou Qi realm had successfully broken through to the mid-stage of a one-star Dou Zong. His physical body, tempered by both stellar power and strange fire, was now comparable in strength to an eighth-tier magical beast in the magical beast world. Attacks from ordinary Dou Zong experts simply could not penetrate his physical defenses. His soul realm remained steadily at the early stage of the Spirit Realm, his soul power incomparably profound, fully meeting all the requirements of an eighth-grade alchemist, making him one of the top eighth-grade alchemists on the Dou Qi Continent.

With such strength, he is undoubtedly among the top in the inner courtyard of Canaan Academy. Even Elder Su Qian might not be able to defeat him.

Feeling the surging power within him, Lin Yao didn't linger. With a swift movement, he walked towards the outside of the Heavenly Flame Refining Tower. At this moment, Su Qian had already laid down a thick spatial barrier outside the tower to prevent external interference and to prevent the internal energy from leaking out. However, this spatial barrier, which was indestructible in the eyes of ordinary Dou Zong, was as thin as paper in front of Lin Yao.

Lin Yao casually waved his hand, and a faint wisp of battle qi burst forth. With a soft "crack," the spatial barrier that Su Qian had carefully set up shattered, cracks spreading everywhere, and then turned into fragments of space that dissipated into the air.

Lin Yao slowly walked out of the Heavenly Flame Refining Tower. His gaze swept across the area and he saw Su Qian and Elder Huo waiting not far away. The two looked at him with shock and curiosity, clearly already aware of his breakthrough.

Lin Yao stepped forward, cupped his hands slightly to Su Qian, his expression respectful yet not humble: "Lin Yao greets Elder Su Qian and Elder Huo."

Su Qian snapped out of his daze, stroked his beard, and looked Lin Yao up and down, his shock barely concealed. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Young friend Lin Yao, your breakthrough this time has truly broadened my horizons... Soul Spirit Realm, Eighth-Rank Alchemist, Mid-Stage One-Star Dou Zong—such talent is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence even in the entire Dou Qi Continent!"

Elder Huo nodded in agreement, his gaze towards Lin Yao now filled with respect. The fact that Lin Yao was an eighth-grade alchemist was enough for him, an elder of Canaan Academy, to treat him as an equal.

Lin Yao smiled slightly, without being overly modest, and immediately asked, "Elder, how are Qingyue and Ziyan doing lately?"

Mentioning the two, Su Qian's expression softened somewhat, and he slowly said, "That girl Qingyue, thanks to your guidance and the opportunities she's had, has now risen to the top of the inner courtyard's strength rankings. Her strength is formidable, and she's currently in seclusion in a secret chamber, attempting to break through to the Dou Wang realm. I expect she'll succeed soon. As for Zi Yan..."

Speaking of Zi Yan, Su Qian smiled helplessly: "That little girl recently devoured a large amount of rare and precious materials and energy crystals. Her internal energy is too abundant, and she has already formed a cocoon and is dormant, waiting for her realm to advance. I imagine that when she breaks out of the cocoon, her strength will increase greatly."

Lin Yao nodded slightly upon hearing this, understanding in his heart. Qing Yue was already exceptionally talented, and with the numerous cultivation resources he retrieved from the Star Palace, it was no surprise that she topped the rankings and was aiming for the Dou Wang title; as for Zi Yan, being an ancient dragon bear, her talent was already heaven-defying, and it was normal for her to advance by forming a cocoon due to excessive energy.

Afterwards, Su Qian had someone retrieve the intelligence scroll that Qing Yue had left behind before her seclusion and handed it to Lin Yao.

Lin Yao took the scroll, and with a slight movement of his soul power at his fingertips, he opened it. His gaze quickly swept over the contents, and his expression gradually became solemn.

According to intelligence reports, Xiao Yan and Yao Lao have already traveled to the Tagor Desert to compete for the Wind Fury Dragon Flame, which is listed on the Strange Flame Ranking. However, during the competition, they inadvertently exposed their whereabouts, attracting the attention of Protector Wu of the Soul Palace. The Soul Palace specializes in devouring souls, and Yao Lao, being a soul entity, is Protector Wu's primary target. To ensure success, Protector Wu had already secretly courted Yun Shan, the sect leader of the Yunlan Sect of the Jia Ma Empire—a Dou Zong-level expert. The two conspired to seize Yao Lao's soul during Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran's three-year agreement ceremony!

Soul Palace, Protector Wu, Fighting Master Yunshan...

Each name represents extreme danger, and Xiao Yan and Yao Lao are now in a deadly crisis.

Lin Yao slowly closed the intelligence scroll, his fingertips lightly tapping his palm as he rapidly processed the current situation in his mind. The three-year agreement was only half a year away, time was running out, Xiao Yan and Yao Lao's crisis was imminent, and the various forces and opportunities in the Black Corner Region were already in his plans.

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Yao had already made up his mind.

The most important thing right now is not to act rashly, but to calm down, consolidate this breakthrough, cultivate new fighting techniques, and completely solidify one's strength. It's crucial to perfectly integrate the methods of an eighth-grade alchemist, the fighting spirit of a Dou Zong, and the soul of a Spirit Realm expert, achieving complete control. Only with sufficient strength can one calmly plan and maximize the benefits during the three-year agreement six months from now, while simultaneously dealing with formidable enemies like the Soul Palace and Yunshan.

As for the affairs of the Black Corner Region, he needs to consolidate his strength before dealing with them, gradually gathering power, accumulating connections and resources, and making full preparations for the great war of the three-year agreement.

Having figured this out, a glint flashed in Lin Yao's eyes, and his aura became as steady as an abyss. He already had a clear goal in mind.

……

Lin Yao lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, the rhythm neither hurried nor slow. Each tap felt like striking the most taut string in someone's heart, calm and unwavering. Meanwhile, that seemingly light yet tangible wisp of battle qi was precisely positioned on Yuan Yi's most fatal acupoint in his throat, like a sword hanging overhead. With just a slight thought and a gentle release of battle qi, he could instantly shred the life force of this Eight Doors Sect Master.

Yuan Yi's hair stood on end instantly. His immense Dou Qi, at the level of a two-star Dou Huang, surged and churned wildly within his meridians, but it was firmly suppressed deep within his dantian by a strange and unpredictable sonic force and an incomparably domineering soul impact, rendering him completely powerless. Just a moment ago, he had been looking down on this junior with disdain, indifferently scrutinizing the young man before him whose cultivation was only eight-star Dou Ling. The next second, he had become a prisoner at the mercy of this man. This drastic change in circumstances caused a storm to surge within his chest, and his face changed from indifference to shock and anger, before turning deathly pale.

"You..." Yuan Yi's throat moved with difficulty, and the suffocating feeling of being blocked by the fighting spirit came in waves. He couldn't even utter a complete sentence. His eyes, which were originally as sharp as a hawk's, were now filled with disbelief, horror and fear. He stared at Lin Yao, who was calm and composed in front of him, as if he was seeing this person for the first time.

He simply couldn't comprehend how a young man whose cultivation was merely at the eight-star Dou Ling level, not even touching the threshold of Dou Wang, could so easily break through his Dou Qi defense as a Dou Huang with just an invisible voice, and even close in on him instantly before he could react, completely subduing him. This unconventional fighting style completely overturned his understanding of the gap in cultivation levels.

A faint, composed smile played on Lin Yao's lips. His eyes were calm and unwavering, as deep as a frozen pool, as if subduing a two-star Dou Huang was merely a trivial matter, something he could accomplish with a flick of his wrist. He glanced lightly at Yuan Yi's panicked expression and spoke indifferently, "Sect Leader Yuan, there's no need to be so agitated. As I said, this is a transaction. I'm using your life as a bargaining chip in exchange for all the treasures of your Eight Doors, especially—the mysterious fragment of the map."

The words "mysterious fragment of map" slowly entered Yuan Yi's ears, and his pupils suddenly contracted violently, as if he had been pierced by a needle. The shock in his heart instantly rose to the extreme, and even his breath suddenly stopped.

This tattered ancient map is the most secret among the Eight Doors, sealed away deep within the sect's forbidden area. Apart from him and three core elders, no one else in the entire Black Corner Region knows a thing about it. How did this young man, who suddenly appeared and whose identity is unknown, obtain such top-secret information? A chill ran down Yuan Yi's spine.

Lin Yao slightly increased the pressure on Yuan Yi's fingertips, and Yuan Yi immediately felt a sharp, piercing pain in his throat, as if countless needles were pricking his flesh. A dense, impenetrable shadow of death enveloped his heart like a dark curtain. He could clearly sense that the young man before him was not bluffing; the undisguised, chilling killing intent emanating from his fingertips was real and icy. If he showed the slightest resistance, his head would be severed from his body in the next second.

"I...I'll give it to you..." At the critical moment of life and death, Yuan Yi no longer had any of the arrogance and dignity of the Eight Doors Sect Master. His face was ashen, his neck stiffened and moved slightly as he struggled to utter words of compromise and surrender. His voice was hoarse and dry, filled with undisguised fear.

Seeing this, Lin Yao slightly loosened the fighting spirit gripping Yuan Yi's throat, but still did not withdraw his hand, maintaining absolute control. His tone was indifferent yet carried an undeniable authority: "Why suffer this pain if you could have ended it so easily earlier? Lead the way. I think Sect Leader Yuan won't try anything clever. After all, your life is still firmly in my hands."

Yuan Yi's face was ashen, and fine beads of cold sweat trickled down his face. He dared not resist or make any move, and could only stand up stiffly and slowly under Lin Yao's control. His mind raced as he racked his brains for a plan to escape and counterattack, but every time he tried to secretly mobilize a trace of his battle qi, that strange and troublesome soul power would invade him again like a tide, rushing straight to his mind, making him instantly dizzy, weak all over, and even standing became difficult.

Only now did Yuan Yi truly understand that this seemingly weak and young man possessed terrifying abilities far beyond his apparent strength. In particular, his bizarre fighting technique, which combined sonic attacks with soul power, was a natural nemesis of Dou Huang powerhouses. Even though Yuan Yi's cultivation was several major realms higher, he was powerless to fight back.

The two walked out of the VIP room in silence, one after the other.

The Eight Doors disciples on duty along the way immediately saw their sect leader being easily taken hostage by a strange young man. Everyone was instantly shocked, their faces filled with astonishment and panic. They all drew their weapons and swarmed around him, their auras surging and their eyes fiercely fixed on Lin Yao.

"Sect Master!"

"Release our sect leader!"

Dozens of sharp auras locked onto Lin Yao's vital points, and the flashing of swords and blades filled the room. The once quiet corridor instantly became extremely tense, on the verge of exploding.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Yi's face darkened. Suppressing his shock, anger, and humiliation, he sternly shouted at the disciples who had surrounded him, "Step back! Do not be rude!"

The disciples looked at each other, their faces full of confusion and anxiety. However, they knew the sect leader's authority and dared not disobey in the slightest. They could only reluctantly put away their weapons and slowly retreat, creating some distance between themselves. But their vigilant and wary eyes were still fixed on Lin Yao, and they dared not relax their guard in the slightest.

Ignoring the menacing gazes and surging hostility around him, Lin Yao remained calm and composed. Holding Yuan Yi hostage, he walked steadily towards the depths of the Eight Gates Forbidden Area.

Their journey was unimpeded. The guards within the forbidden area, seeing their sect leader captured, wanted to stop them, but were deterred by Yuan Yi's stern rebuke and could only give way. Before long, a secret chamber filled with intricate battle qi restrictions and ancient runes carved into its stone walls appeared before them. The stone door was thick and ancient, exuding a heavy aura of age, clearly indicating it was a place where valuable treasures were stored.

"Open the door." Lin Yao's gaze fell on the stone door of the secret chamber, and he spoke calmly, his tone devoid of any extra emotion.

Yuan Yi sighed helplessly, his face filled with humiliation and resentment. He could only slowly raise his trembling right hand and precisely cast a series of complex and profound hand seals, unlocking the layers of restrictions on the secret chamber. As the last hand seal fell, the heavy stone door made a dull rumbling sound and slowly opened to both sides. An ancient scent, sealed for many years and mixed with the aura of medicinal herbs and battle qi, rushed out.