The sound of the Tang Sect's explosives hall blowing up still rang in my ears as my nemesis, Tang San, and I were reduced to ashes. Who could have imagined that at the end of my fading consciousness, I would struggle back to life in a cold pool of blood on Douluo Dalu, as an abandoned newborn? More horrifying still, three world-shattering powers erupted inside my frail body: my left eye tore through space, a primordial beast lay dormant in my torso, and my right arm held a terrifying weight capable of shaking mountains! This astonishing aura from another world shone like a beacon in the night, instantly drawing the drunkard who loomed over me like a mountain: Tang Hao! The deadly killing intent of a Titled Douluo froze my newborn spark.
At the moment between life and death, the black vortex in my left eye spun wildly, forcibly "squeezing" me into a distorted spatial rift. I tumbled miserably into a foul swamp on the outskirts of Nuoding City. Weak and bleeding, I hastily wrapped myself in a tattered black robe soaked with blood, then covered my face with a deathly pale mask. As I struggled to my feet in the mud, three ink-black, viscous ghostly shadows silently crawled out from the darkness beneath me. Their scarlet eyes fixed on the sole witness: a Spirit Hall junior clerk, collapsed on the ground and shaking like a leaf.
Tang San... do you know? The fog has risen. In this life, I will lurk in every shadow of your fate, personally laying the path that leads you to the abyss of despair. And your bones, burned to ashes, will one day become the coldest foundation beneath my throne.
