Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Several days later, in the far north, snow was falling heavily.

On the vast snow-covered plain, the gale, carrying ice chips and snowflakes, roared across the land like a white behemoth.

The temperature was so low that the breath exhaled instantly condensed into icy mist, and as far as the eye could see, only a blinding white expanse remained between heaven and earth. This was a desolate and uninhabited place, where even the most cold-resistant wild beasts would not linger.

However, deep within this snowfield, a massive building stands silently amidst the wind and snow.

Its exterior resembles an ancient temple, its walls constructed of massive gray stones, their surfaces covered with a thick layer of ice that reflects a chilling light in the dim sunlight. The building's lines are square and simple, possessing a sense of order and symmetry that seems out of place in this era. The stones are joined together so tightly, without the use of any adhesive, that even a blade cannot be inserted.

According to the original storyline, the survivors of the nuclear war were able to quickly rebuild their civilization primarily due to the guidance of the temple messengers. These messengers emerged from the temple, bringing with them knowledge and technology far ahead of their time, to help the survivors rebuild their homes and establish order. The so-called "temple" was actually a military museum left over from the previous civilization.

Because the military museum was located in the desolate far north, far from any nuclear target, it miraculously survived the nuclear war. It stands silently in this icy landscape, witnessing the destruction of the old civilization and the birth of the new. Inside, the museum houses numerous modern military weapons, an AI guide, several robot guards, and a vast collection of computer-generated martial arts manuals.

"call out--"

As a streak of light descended from the sky, Lin Yao, dressed in a magnificent black and gold robe, landed on the inner plaza of the temple.

His figure stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his black and gold robes motionless in the wind and snow, as if an invisible force kept the cold wind at bay. His gaze calmly swept over the surroundings, taking in the legendary temple. The plaza's surface was paved with a special alloy, and despite hundreds of years of weathering, it remained smooth and new, without a single crack. Some long-extinguished indicator lights were embedded in the surrounding walls, and fine welds could be seen at the corners, revealing the building's true origins.

"Is this the temple?"

Lin Yao looked around, gazing at the modern architectural lines—the straight corridors, the orderly doors and windows, the geometric decorative patterns—all so different from the architectural style of this era. A playful smile appeared on his face, and then he strode towards the museum hall ahead. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, carrying a leisurely rhythm.

Just as Lin Yao reached the entrance of the hall, countless points of light suddenly appeared out of thin air, dancing and converging in the air like fireflies, before coalescing into the shape of an old man with white hair. The old man wore a white robe, had a kind face, white hair and beard, and emitted a faint glow, looking like a legendary immortal descended to earth.

"Outsider, you—"

Before the white-haired old man could finish speaking, Lin Yao passed directly through his body.

The white-haired old man's body was like a phantom projection; when Lin Yao's figure passed through it, a ripple appeared before it returned to its original state. He turned his head, looking at Lin Yao's unwavering back, a programmed expression of confusion on his face—he couldn't understand why this human was so oblivious to his existence.

Lin Yao knew that the white-haired old man who looked like an immortal was actually the AI ​​guide in this military museum, a pre-programmed virtual projection program. Its function was to introduce the museum's history and exhibits to visitors, answer their questions, and guide them on their tour. For Lin Yao, communicating with it was a complete waste of time; his purpose in coming here was not to listen to a pre-recorded explanation.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

As Lin Yao forced his way into the museum hall, the few remaining robot guards were activated. They had been standing silently in the corner, motionless like statues, but now they simultaneously opened their eyes—visual units composed of precision optical lenses, flashing a cold red light. Their bodies hummed mechanically, white steam billowed from their joints, and then they moved in unison, charging towards Lin Yao.

Their movements were swift and precise, each step perfectly synchronized, producing a uniform metallic clang. Sharp alloy blades sprang from their arms, gleaming coldly in the dim light, and launched a swarm attack on Lin Yao with a ruthless, all-consuming force.

"Certainly!"

Seeing this, Lin Yao didn't even raise his hand. He simply uttered a single word, and a terrifying spiritual force spread out from his body like an invisible tide. That spiritual force was so powerful that it seemed capable of influencing the movement of the stars—it was a terrifying spiritual force that had been refined by gathering the power of numerous worlds through the Star Palace.

The movements of the robotic guards froze instantly. They remained in charging stances, some raising their alloy blades high, some crouching as if preparing to leap, and some turning to adjust their attack angles—but at this moment, they were all like insects frozen in amber, completely motionless. The red light in their eyes flickered wildly, as if trying to break free from this invisible constraint, but Lin Yao's mental power locked them down like iron clamps, preventing them from moving even a single finger.

Lin Yao walked up to the nearest robot guard, stretched out his finger, and gently touched its metal shell.

"Divine Ingenuity and Hundred Refinements"

A mysterious power surged from his fingertips into the robot's body. It was a technique combining weapon crafting and mental manipulation, capable of rewriting the robot's underlying commands in a short time, completely transferring control to his own hands. The robot's body trembled slightly, the red light in its eyes flickered a few times, and then turned into a soft blue light.

"Master," it said in a mechanical and steady voice.

Lin Yao nodded in satisfaction and, following the same method, refined the remaining robot guards as well. A few minutes later, the robot guards who had previously turned their swords against him knelt neatly on one knee before him, like the most loyal guardians.

After controlling the robot guards, Lin Yao used his powerful mental energy to scan the entire military museum's layout. His mental energy, like radar waves, penetrated layers of walls, scanning every exhibition hall, every passageway, and every storage room. Soon, he located the museum's central control console—a large computer terminal located on the second basement level, controlling all the museum's systems.

He walked to the control panel, extended his palm, and placed it on the control panel. His mental energy was activated again, surging into the control system like a tidal wave, cracking all the encryption programs in an instant, and completely taking control of the entire military museum.

From this moment on, the temple, which had existed for hundreds of years, had a new owner.

Unfortunately, after reviewing the data stored on the museum's computer, Lin Yao discovered that the technological information wasn't as advanced as he had imagined. Most of the data consisted of basic industrial technologies, agricultural techniques, medical knowledge, and some outdated military technologies. For example, Lin Yao had initially thought the robots used nuclear batteries as their energy source, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be ordinary solar cells. Their battery life was limited, and their energy density was far below his expectations.

However, upon closer examination, this makes perfect sense. Even if scientists from a previous civilization had truly mastered controlled nuclear fusion technology, they wouldn't have stored the data on that technology in a military museum, where security is relatively low. Places like military museums, open to tourists, likely house outdated military technologies. The most advanced technological data certainly wouldn't be stored there—it would either have disappeared with the destruction of the old civilization or be sealed away in more secretive facilities, waiting to be discovered by a destined individual.

Although Lin Yao felt somewhat disappointed, he quickly composed himself. He hadn't expected to obtain all the technological information he wanted in one go. The greatest gain from this trip to the temple wasn't the technological information, but the museum itself—and the significance it represented.

He began collecting weapons and spare parts stored in the military museum, using the technology of the Divine Machine Refinement to create new robot guardians. He melted down and reassembled the metal from the old weapons, reprogrammed and reassembled the spare parts, and disassembled and modified the damaged robot guardians. His hands moved with the dexterity of a magician, weaving between metal and circuitry, assembling piles of scattered parts into brand-new robot guardians.

Lin Yao now felt like he was creating units in a video game. He had become somewhat addicted to crafting robot guards. Every time a new robot guard took shape in his hands, the thrill of creation and control would surge through him. Moreover, based on his vast knowledge—especially the technological level from the Stellar World—he made significant improvements to these robot guards during their creation. He optimized their energy systems, improved their combat algorithms, strengthened their armor structures, and even added some basic tactical judgment capabilities to them.

After Lin Yao's optimization and improvements, the combat power of those robot guards was directly elevated to a new level. They could directly contend with Grandmaster-level powerhouses, and their defensive capabilities far surpassed those of Grandmasters—while Grandmasters possessed astonishing offensive power, their bodies were still essentially made of flesh and blood; they would bleed from swords and die from poison. These robot guards, however, were entirely composed of alloy, felt no pain, did not tire, and were unaware of fear; they would fight indefinitely unless completely destroyed.

Due to the limited raw materials available at the military museum, Lin Yao ultimately only managed to create a few hundred robot guards. These hundreds of robot guards were neatly arranged in the underground hall, like a silent steel legion. Their eyes gleamed with a uniform blue light, awaiting their master's commands.

Looking at the batch of new Grandmaster-level robots before him, Lin Yao shook his head and muttered to himself with some regret, "There are still too few materials. If we could build more Grandmaster-level robots and directly sweep across the world for transformation, it would be much faster."

To be honest, in this ancient setting that's half martial arts, half ordinary world, the influence of several grandmasters scattered across the globe is enough to ensure Lin Yao's will reaches the grassroots. Anyone who dares to disobey on the same day will be discovered and executed without delay. That's true rule over the world, eliminating everything that displeases.

However, Lin Yao already considered the entire world as his own, and naturally was unwilling to use violent means to conquer it. Otherwise, he would leave the world in ruins, and ultimately he would have to mend it. Although he could do it, it would be too exhausting. Moreover, while Lin Yao disapproved of the inhumane practices of many vested interests, compared to other chaotic eras, the current Qing Yu Nian era was already considered better. Although the people suffered, at least they could survive, and there was no more cannibalism or widespread starvation.

Lin Yao naturally wouldn't let the world get worse. Therefore, to be on the safe side, Lin Yao planned to first take down the young emperor of the Northern Qi Kingdom, which was the easiest to capture, and then use the power of the Northern Qi Kingdom to collect more materials to build robot guards.

Hundreds of Grandmaster-level robots can only be considered to rule the world. But tens of thousands, even millions of robots guarding it, mean that no evil can hide. They can be found in every corner of the world, monitoring every city, every street, and every village. They can completely oversee the entire world, consolidating its power. Moreover, they can excavate the ruins of past civilizations, rapidly initiating industrial revolutions, quickly accumulating resources, and rapidly recruiting talent—accelerating everything.

Therefore, Lin Yao planned to first use the temple's name to subdue the young emperor of the Northern Qi Kingdom, and with the help of the Northern Qi Kingdom, collect more refining materials to create more robot guards. If Lin Yao had tens of thousands or even millions of robot guards, many things would be minor—he could quickly accumulate resources, quickly gather talent, quickly excavate some remaining technology, enter the Industrial Revolution era, raise the world's ceiling, and then realize many of his ideas.

Lin Yao had had enough of this ancient world. He preferred to slowly change it while enjoying the experience. The sense of accomplishment from sipping tea and watching the world gradually transform under his control was far more fulfilling than simply conquering everything by force.

Meanwhile, the reason Lin Yao targeted the young emperor of Northern Qi first was because the emperor was actually a woman. This secret was known only to a very few people in the original novel—the young emperor of Northern Qi, Zhan Doudou, was raised as a boy from birth to stabilize the court, disguised as a man, and ascended the throne. She shouldered the heavy responsibility of a nation on her tender shoulders, carefully navigating the treacherous court surrounded by wolves.

Compared to Emperor Qing, that cunning and treacherous old fox, Lin Yao preferred to communicate with Zhan Doudou. At least she hadn't been corrupted beyond recognition by power and still retained a sense of innocence and kindness. Furthermore, Grandmaster Ku He of Northern Qi was a devout follower of the Temple, so approaching him from the North would save Lin Yao a lot of trouble.

Having made his decision, Lin Yao immediately set off for Northern Qi. His figure transformed into a streak of light, breaking through the swirling snow and flying south.

Time flies, and more than two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past two months, many significant events have occurred in Northern Qi. However, the most talked-about event should be the legendary tale of the temple envoy descending from the heavens and publicly declaring that the young emperor of Northern Qi was destined by Heaven and would one day unify the entire world.

That day, the sky above the Northern Qi imperial palace suddenly shone with brilliant light. A tall, slender figure, dressed in a magnificent black and gold robe, descended slowly from the void onto the plaza in front of the Taiji Hall. He emanated a faint golden light, like a deity descending to earth. All the civil and military officials witnessed this scene, many of them immediately kneeling on the ground, trembling, believing it to be a miracle sent from heaven.

The young man, who called himself a messenger of the temple, declared in front of everyone that the young emperor of Northern Qi, Zhan Doudou, was the chosen one, destined to unify the world and establish an immortal legacy. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, as if echoing directly in their minds. After speaking, he transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.

Since the temple envoy's backing, the doubts in the court have vanished. The initial doubts about Zhan Doudou's young age and lack of popular support, the suspicions about her female identity—though not yet publicly revealed—and the challenges to the legitimacy of the royal bloodline have all disappeared with the temple envoy's endorsement. Regardless of their true thoughts, outwardly they all praise Zhan Doudou as a wise emperor, a true Son of Heaven ordained by Heaven.

As time went on, the news that Zhan Doudou had been identified by the temple messenger as the chosen one soon reached Emperor Qing's ears.

Emperor Qing sat in his study, stroking a white jade chess piece in his hand, his gaze deep and unfathomable. Before him lay a secret report, detailing the strange phenomena that had appeared above the Northern Qi palace and the declaration of the temple messenger. His brows furrowed slightly, forming a deep "川" (river) shape.

Upon learning that the young emperor of Northern Qi had received support from the temple, Emperor Qing, who had previously disregarded her, began to feel as if she were a formidable enemy. After all, Emperor Qing's ascension to the throne was inseparable from Ye Qingmei's help—and Ye Qingmei herself came from the temple. He knew better than anyone that the temple's power far exceeded the understanding of this era.

If the Temple truly sided with Northern Qi, Emperor Qing had no chance of winning. Leaving aside everything else, he alone had no confidence in defending against the Barrett sniper rifle—a weapon capable of long-range strikes. The reason Emperor Qing plotted to kill Ye Qingmei was because he feared her thunderous weapon, worried that if he displeased her, he would suffer the same fate as his two uncles. Ye Qingmei's thunderous weapon was clearly brought from the Temple. Emperor Qing didn't believe that the Temple possessed only that one thunderous weapon.

It seems it's time to send Fan Xian back to the capital!

Emperor Qing narrowed his eyes, stroking the chess piece in his hand, silently calculating. Although he wasn't confident in confronting the legendary Temple, after so many years as emperor, he wouldn't willingly surrender. Moreover, judging from the Temple's envoys' pursuit of Ye Qingmei and Wu Zhu, the Temple wasn't a monolithic entity. Emperor Qing didn't believe the Temple's envoys would support the young emperor of Northern Qi without reason; there must be some hidden deal involved. Since the young emperor of Northern Qi could reach a deal with the Temple, Emperor Qing believed he could too—at worst, he'd just have to bleed a little more!

However, to make a deal with the Temple, the Temple's location must first be found. Aside from the deceased Ye Qingmei, there's probably no one in the world who knows the Temple better than Wu Zhu. Given Emperor Qing's understanding of Wu Zhu, he's certainly been secretly protecting Fan Xian all these years. Therefore, as long as Fan Xian enters the capital, Emperor Qing can find him and, consequently, the Temple. Once Emperor Qing finds the Temple's location through Wu Zhu, he can use Wu Zhu's head—a wanted criminal—to increase his bargaining power in cooperating with the Temple.

Unfortunately, what Emperor Qing didn't know was that the so-called temple was now merely an auxiliary tool for Lin Yao to assemble his toy blocks. The temple, which once inspired awe, longing, and fear in countless people, had changed hands. Lin Yao ignored the AI ​​guides, subjugated the robot guards, and took control of the central control console. The entire military museum was now nothing more than a small arms factory for Lin Yao.

Furthermore, after truly witnessing Lin Yao's mysterious and unpredictable nature, Zhan Doudou completely abandoned the idea of ​​confronting him. She saw Lin Yao descend from the sky, witnessed his godlike aura, and saw him immobilize dozens of Imperial Guard commanders with a casual wave of his hand. At that moment, she understood—this man before her was not someone she could contend with.

So, Zhan Doudou decided to take the beauty route. She even dragged her junior aunt, Haitang Duoduo—the Holy Maiden of Northern Qi, Ku He's closed-door disciple, and one of the top experts among the younger generation. Zhan Doudou thought, since force doesn't work, she'll try a softer approach. If she could form a marriage alliance with Lin Yao, not only could Northern Qi be preserved, but with his support, she could truly unify the world.

Unfortunately, Lin Yao now prioritizes the construction corps more. He spends most of his time in the arsenal, directing the robotic guards in production, assembly, and debugging. Add to that the constant vigilance of his four maids, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju—these four personal maids have now been given new responsibilities: managing the logistics of the Northern Qi palace and also acting as his secretarial team. Zhan Doudou has tried several times to approach Lin Yao, but they have skillfully thwarted her each time.

Zhan Doudou felt somewhat helpless, but she didn't give up. She was determined to forge a complete alliance between Northern Qi and Lin Yao—otherwise, given Lin Yao's terrifying strength, if he harbored even the slightest ill will towards Northern Qi, the region would be plunged into chaos and devastation. She dared not gamble, nor could she afford to. Therefore, she could only do her best to cooperate with Lin Yao's plan, hoping that through this collaboration, she could secure a better future for Northern Qi.

Therefore, Emperor Qing was completely unaware of Lin Yao's terrifying power. He was still scheming according to his own plan, thinking about how to use Fan Xian, Wu Zhu, and the Temple to turn the tide. He had no idea that he was facing not an opponent that could be countered with trickery, but an existence with overwhelming strength. Many times, he was simply chasing after a futile endeavor.

With Zhan Doudou's full cooperation and Lin Yao's absolute military force, the reforms in Northern Qi proceeded exceptionally smoothly. The voices of those who had benefited from the system were completely silenced. Some attempted to resist, but that very night, their entire families vanished without a trace. No one knew where they went, and no one dared to ask. Gradually, everyone learned to submit.

Lin Yao continued building his massive robot guard force. He established a corresponding assembly line military factory deep in the mountains of Northern Qi, carrying out mechanized production. The robot guards worked day and night, smelting metals, forging parts, assembling bodies, and loading programs. One after another, brand-new robot guards rolled off the production line, joining the ever-growing steel legion.

Within a year, Lin Yao was confident that every village in Northern Qi and Daqing would be guarded by robots. The ancient ideal of extending imperial power to the countryside—the ideal of extending the power of the central government to every village and every family—which had been cherished since the time of Qin Shi Huang, could be easily achieved in the near future with Lin Yao's absolute strength and overwhelming force.

However, the world is still quite vast. Northern Qi and Qing are merely two states on this continent. Beyond this continent lies a much wider world—Dongyi City, Nanzhao, the Western Regions, and the overseas islands. Lin Yao needs to accelerate his pace, conquer the globe, leave this planet, then the solar system, and finally the Milky Way.

Although he comes from an ordinary ancient background, Lin Yao in the world of Joy of Life has grand ambitions. He wants to build his own Earth Federation, aiming to rival the Human Federation he currently resides in and supports among the stars. A unified government, a unified currency, unified laws, and a unified language—uniting all of humanity into one, facing the vastness and unknown of the cosmos together.

That's the coolest way to look at someone.

Lin Yao stood at the highest point of the military factory, overlooking the bustling production scene below. Thousands of robotic guards were working in an orderly fashion, and the flames from the furnaces illuminated half the sky. His gaze swept over the mountains, looking towards the vast expanse of land and sky in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips.

In his hands, this world will shine with unprecedented brilliance.