Outrageous! I threw a hundred or so overpowered characters into Douluo Continent.

The celebratory noise in the delivery room lasted for almost half an hour. The group of titled Douluo had their fill of watching and left their own generous gifts before reluctantly leaving one after another, driven away by the ghostly gaze that warned them not to disturb the baby.

Once the mansion returned to quiet, Yue Guan leaned against the soft pillows, watching Gui Mei clumsily tuck Gui Meng Guan into swaddling clothes, her eyes filled with tenderness that could drip water.

"Slow down, don't wake him up." Yue Guan gently scolded, but there was no blame in her tone. "I never thought that the two of us would actually have this day."

The ghost paused, then lowered its head and gently kissed Yue Guan's forehead, its voice low and tender: "It's all thanks to the Ancestor, and also thanks to you. Yue Yue, in this life, with you and Meng Guan, I have everything I need."

"It was worth it!"

He had lived for almost sixty years, and had never felt so at peace as he did at this moment. The days of living on the edge, when everyone avoided him like the plague, were long gone. Now, with his wife and children by his side and the Spirit Hall at peace, this was the best ending he could imagine.

As the infant Gui Mengguan listened to his parents' tender conversation, his little body stiffened, his mind still reeling with astonishment.

No matter how outrageous his identity was, he could only accept reality.

However, from beginning to end, he only considered himself the only transmigrator in this modified Douluo world.

After all, in his mind, time travel was a once-in-a-million chance encounter, not something that was commonplace. He secretly made up his mind that since he was here, he would make the best of it, cling to his parents' coattails in the Spirit Hall, rely on his understanding of the original plot, avoid the tragedy of the Spirit Hall's original massacre, and live a peaceful life as a top-tier second-generation heir. That would be a perfect life for him.

He was completely unaware that in every corner of this continent, there were hundreds of other "extraterrestrial visitors" just like him, holding the exact same idea that he was the only one who could control the plot.

Even if it's secondhand, he's still the one who comes here to collect junk.

Meanwhile, on the main street of Wuhun City, a group of Title Douluos who had just come out of Juyue's residence were still discussing among themselves.

Light Feather Douluo skipped and hopped along at the front, toying with the glass bow in his hand, his face full of excitement: "I never expected this! Not only did Yue Guan become a woman, but she also gave birth to such a handsome son! That child is so delicate-looking; when he grows up, he'll definitely charm half the girls in Spirit City!"

The Demon-Slaying Douluo stroked his chin, looking on with emotion: "That Ghostly fellow, who is usually cold and ruthless like a death-reaping ghost, is actually smiling like a fool today. It's truly a once-in-a-century occurrence. The Polar Stillness Domain is already unsolvable, and now that their cultivation has broken through due to the Immortal Mushroom, and they have an extra offspring, the Spirit Hall's foundation will be even stronger."

Qianjun Douluo nodded, his tone becoming more serious: "However, on the other hand, the Ancestor's death, Tang San staying in the Spirit Hall, and Chrysanthemum and Ghost having a child—these three events happened one after another. Our Spirit Hall may seem glorious, but the undercurrents are quite significant."

Upon hearing this, the smiles on everyone's faces gradually faded.

Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed deeply, his aged voice carrying a heavy tone: "The Clear Sky Sect's attitude remains ambiguous, Tang Hao is still on the run, the Flame Will Dynasty is constantly proclaiming its intention to eradicate heretical soul beasts, and both empires are secretly expanding their armies. On the outside, things appear calm, but in reality, undercurrents are surging."

"When our ancestor was alive, he was the pillar of stability; now that he has passed away, we old bones must hold the fort and not allow the Spirit Hall to cause any trouble."

Everyone fell silent, their expressions solemn.

The ancestor's greatest dying wish was that after his passing, the entire continent would enter a period of great turmoil, and people should be prepared.

It will be far more turbulent than the undercurrents beneath the calm surface of the water today.

Qianxun walked briskly at the back of the crowd, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Angel Temple, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He was both the young master of the Spirit Hall and a descendant of Qian Chongguang; the burden on his shoulders was heavier than anyone else's.

He vaguely remembered that he was almost bewitched by the evil god and carried out the plan to create two gods with one shot. If it weren't for the ancestor slapping him awake and cursing the ghost he raised at home, he would probably have become a sinner of the Spirit Hall, or even a sinner of the entire continent.

"The Elder of the Arbitration Division is now in charge of the Arbitration Division and can keep things under control," Qian Xunji said in a low voice. "Tang San is being trained according to the ancestor's last wishes, and Meng Guan is a junior from our Spirit Hall. The two great empires, the Clear Sky Sect, the Flame Will Dynasty... we will deal with all the turmoil slowly."

"As our ancestor said, all accidents are part of the plan."

These words brought a sense of peace to everyone. Even if the road ahead was unknown, as long as they followed the path left by Qian Chongguang, the Spirit Hall would not fall.

As soon as he finished speaking, the titled Douluos present, despite their lingering concerns, all bowed in agreement.

……

Located to the east of the Angelic Temple of the Spirit Hall, it is one of the highest-lying residences in the entire Spirit City.

The window of a certain attic room faces east, and every day the first ray of the morning sun falls precisely on the soft couch by the window. Even the window paper is made of ice silkworm silk, which was specially specified in Qian Chongguang's will—it can filter out the scorching heat of the morning sun while retaining the purest morning light, making it an excellent place to cultivate eye techniques.

This is where Tang San grew up until he was three years old.

From the first day he opened his eyes in his swaddling clothes, he was much calmer than other children. While other babies were still crying for milk, he could lie quietly, feeling the faint, innate energy flowing within him; as soon as he could toddle, he would climb to the window every day before dawn and sit quietly facing the pale white sky in the east, as if he knew from birth how to resonate with the energy of heaven and earth.

It wasn't until he was three years old that the vague methods in his mind finally became clear and complete.

This is perfectly normal; the brain still needs to develop before the age of three.

Even with the wisdom and memories from a past life, it takes time to recover.

The morning was still shrouded in a layer of gray-blue mist when Tang San, who had just turned three, was already sitting upright cross-legged on the soft couch.

His small body sat upright, his eyes slightly closed, and he slowly began to circulate the Mysterious Heaven Technique, following the path that naturally emerged in his heart. Strands of the soul power of heaven and earth flowed into his meridians with his breath, gently circulating throughout his body and settling in his dantian.

Even though there are still three years until his martial soul awakens at the age of six, his soul power has already quietly reached the threshold of the Soul Warrior realm.

As the first rays of dawn broke above the horizon, bathing the windowpane in golden-red light, he slowly opened his eyes. His dark eyes held no trace of childlike ignorance, only a calm clarity far beyond his years. His gaze was fixed firmly on the rising sun, his eyelashes unwavering. The fundamental techniques of the Purple Demon Eye circulated within him, honing his eyesight day after day.