Chapter 2: Reader Transmigrate Into Another World

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Reader Transmigrate Into Another World

Sui Sui stood before a mirror, blinking at the familiar face reflected within.

The youth staring back at him looked to be around seventeen to eighteen years old, roughly the face he had as his original self when he was around that age. He wore a white traditional Chinese robe, its sleeves embroidered with delicate begonia flowers. His long white hair was loosely tied behind his ears, lending him an ethereal, otherworldly aura. It was unmistakably his own face, yet something about him felt different.

After spending a long while trying to make sense of everything, Sui Sui finally accepted the unbelievable truth.

He seemed to have transmigrated into another world.

—

A Few Hours Earlier

"Young Master? Young Master, are you awake?"

A worried voice rang in Sui Sui’s ears. At first, it sounded distant, but it gradually became clearer. When he finally opened his eyes, the anxious face of an unfamiliar young maid was the first thing that greeted him.

...Where was he?

The last thing he remembered was burning with a high fever. His mother had been sitting beside his bed, crying with worry. Yet now, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.

"He’s awake! Quickly, inform Madam and Master! The Young Master is awake!"

Hurried footsteps echoed outside the room. Moments later, a beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties rushed inside, followed closely by a handsome man of a similar age.

The instant the woman’s eyes landed on Sui Sui, tears streamed down her face. She hurried to his bedside and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"My baby... how are you feeling? You’ve been asleep for so long. Your mother was worried sick."

—

The identity of Sui Sui’s new body was Bai Sui Sui, the second young master of the Bai family. He had only just awakened from a high fever after falling into the icy waters during winter.

Strangely enough, the two of them shared many similarities.

Like Sui Sui in his previous life, Bai Sui Sui had been born with congenital heart disease. Fortunately, his condition was much milder. While his body remained weak and frail, it wasn’t so severe that taking a few steps would leave him gasping for breath. He also had albinism, giving him the same snow-white hair and pale complexion Sui Sui had always possessed.

The only real difference was that Bai Sui Sui was known as a little fool.

It was said that when he was just born, he suffered an extremely high fever that damaged his brain, leaving his intelligence permanently that of a child. No matter how many renowned physicians the Bai family invited, none of them could restore his sanity.

That was why, when Sui Sui opened his eyes and calmly asked who everyone was, looking at them with clear, rational eyes, the entire Bai family was stunned.

The servants hurriedly summoned a physician.

After a thorough examination revealed nothing unusual, the old doctor stroked his beard and came to a conclusion.

"The Second Young Master’s mind appears to have miraculously recovered. As for his loss of memory, it is likely a side effect of the ordeal."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire Bai Mansion erupted with joy. To them, it was nothing short of a miracle, their foolish Second Young Master had finally been cured.

Although it sounded utterly outrageous, it was the reality.

After struggling with the truth for a while, Sui Sui ultimately decided to go with the flow. He had no idea how to return to his original world yet, so there was little point dwelling on it. Rather than worrying about the impossible, he might as well start adapting to this new world.

The first thing he needed was to understand where he was.

So, he asked one of the servants to bring him a few books.

The young maid looked visibly startled at first. Then, as if suddenly remembering that her young master had recovered, her expression softened. She looked almost emotional, like a mother watching her child finally grow up. The next moment, she seemed to have been injected with chicken blood as she enthusiastically exclaimed,

"Don’t worry, Young Master! This servant will find you the very best books. You definitely won’t fall behind your peers!"

Before Sui Sui could say anything else, she hurried out of the room. Not long afterward, she returned with three other maids in tow, each carrying towering stacks of books.

"Young Master, these are the books you requested," she said proudly. "There are records covering the past hundred millennia, as well as the latest stories and gossip. If there’s anything you don’t understand, just call for this servant. I will help the Young Master with everything I can."

Sui Sui smiled and thanked the overly enthusiastic maid, assuring her that he would call if he needed anything else.

Once the servants had returned to their duties, he turned his attention to the mountain of books before him.

There were... far more than he had expected.

At first, he worried that he wouldn’t be able to read the writing. To his surprise, however, the world used the same characters as his previous one, making most of the books perfectly readable.

After skimming through the titles, he found the history book he was looking for and began to read.

As Sui Sui read through the book, his eyes gradually widened in shock. Contrary to his expectations, this wasn’t some ordinary ancient world.

It was a realm several thousand times larger than Earth, where the laws of science held little meaning. Instead, this world revolved around god-defying mysticism.

The world was known as Tiānqióng and was divided into three great realms: the Human Realm, the Beast Realm, and the Demon Realm.

Compared to the modern world he had come from, stepping into Tiānqióng felt like wandering into a fantastical dream woven from the pages of an ancient fairy tale.

Although its customs resembled those of ancient times, this world was far more extraordinary than his own. After all, nearly everyone here possessed the potential to cultivate and one day ascend to immortality.

The foundation of everything in Tiānqióng was a force known as spiritual energy.

Though invisible to the naked eye, spiritual energy permeated every corner of the world. It flowed through the land, the rivers, the forests, the air, and even the bodies of all living beings. It is basically the source of life itself.

This energy originated from the five natural elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Together, the five elements maintained the balance of heaven and earth, constantly restraining and nourishing one another in an endless cycle.

By absorbing and refining spiritual energy, mortals gradually transformed themselves into cultivators, walking a path that defied the natural order and led toward immortality.

Throughout records, this journey had been divided into nine major realms of cultivation: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Void Refinement, Dao Fusion, Heavenly Saint, and the legendary Divine Sovereign.

Each breakthrough represented a complete transformation of the cultivator’s body, soul, and understanding of the Dao, bringing them one step closer to transcending the mortal world.

However, while every cultivator followed the same nine realms, not everyone possessed the qualifications to reach the summit.

For humans, the path of cultivation is determined by two innate gifts bestowed at birth: Soul Force and Spiritual Bone. One governs the soul, while the other governs the body. Together, they determine a cultivator’s aptitude, strengths, and the path they are destined to walk.

Soul Force is the source of one’s spiritual consciousness. It governs comprehension, perception, and the ability to manipulate spiritual energy with precision.

Those blessed with powerful Soul Force possess unparalleled control, making them naturally suited for occupations that demand meticulous focus, such as alchemy, music cultivation, formations, talismans, and other scholarly arts.

The quality of one’s Soul Force is reflected by the innate color of the soul itself. From birth, every individual possesses one of eight soul colors: Ash, Brown, Green, Azure, Blue, Violet, Silver, or the legendary Gold. Each color represents the innate purity and potential of the soul, with a Golden Soul regarded as a blessing granted only once in countless generations.

Spiritual Bone, on the other hand, is the foundation of the physical body. It determines the strength of one’s meridians, the efficiency of spiritual qi circulation, and one’s affinity for martial combat. Those born with superior Spiritual Bones often become peerless sword cultivators, body refiners and other martial experts.

The quality of a Spiritual Bone is likewise fixed at birth and is divided into eight grades: Mortal Bone, Iron Bone, Jade Bone, Spirit Bone, Earth Bone, Heaven Bone, Saint Bone, and the supreme Divine Bone. The stronger the Spiritual Bone, the more resilient the body becomes, allowing it to withstand greater spiritual power and unleash increasingly overwhelming martial techniques.

Of course the Heavenly Dao values balance above all else. Thus, those born with extraordinary Soul Force are often fated to possess weaker Spiritual Bones, while those blessed with unparalleled Spiritual Bones usually lack the Soul Force required to master the finer arts of cultivation. Cultivators fortunate enough to possess both are exceedingly rare.

After reading for three hours, Sui Sui finally closed the book.

He placed it back onto the pile before stretching his stiff back. Letting out a small sigh, he flopped onto the bed and shifted until he found a comfortable position. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled the blanket over his face and grinned like an idiot beneath the covers.

Oh my gosh...

He had transmigrated into the world of The Path of the Heavenly Tyrant.

Every detail recorded in the history book matched the world described in the novel.

Sui Sui didn’t know whether to feel excited or worried.

He was excited because it meant he could finally meet his favorite character in real life.

But he was also worried because he had no idea what point in the story he had transmigrated into.

To be honest, that was what troubled him the most.

Was this still the protagonist’s first life?

Or had he already been reborn?

If Sui Sui could choose, he desperately hoped it was the former.

He wanted to help the protagonist avoid the beginning of all his suffering. He wanted his favorite character to live a life where he was loved by everyone, instead of walking the lonely and tragic path that awaited him. Although Sui Sui had no idea how he would accomplish such a thing, he was determined to figure something out.

If, however, this was already the protagonist’s second life after his rebirth...

Then everything would become far more complicated.

Many of the tragedies would have already happened, and nothing could change the past betrayals. Worse still, it would mean the protagonist had already begun carrying out his revenge.

Just thinking about it made Sui Sui’s heart ache.

With his mind in complete disarray, he eventually drifted off to sleep without even realizing it.

—

Wenjian Sect, Inner Courtyard

Beneath the cover of night, a young man clad in dark robes stood atop a pavilion.

He appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, standing just on the cusp of adulthood. His gaze rested quietly upon the moon above. A pair of deep crimson eyes, as though carved from flawless rubies, seemed to contain every misfortune the world had to offer.

His features were strikingly handsome, while his long black hair danced gently with the night breeze. A cold, oppressive aura surrounded him, making his already solitary figure appear even lonelier beneath the moonlight.

It had been a long time since he had looked at the moon in such peace.

How long has it been?

A hundred years?

A thousand?

Or perhaps ten thousand?

He could no longer remember.

Most of his life had been consumed by vengeance. Wherever he went, death inevitably followed, leaving little room for moments of quiet like this.

The fragile silence was suddenly broken by approaching footsteps.

"Senior Brother , what are you doing here?"

The young man slowly shifted his gaze toward the speaker. It was another familiar face from a distant past. He couldn’t even remember the person’s name anymore. After a brief silence, he replied in a voice so soft it was almost carried away by the wind.

"Nothing."

His crimson eyes drifted back to the moon.

"I was only wondering... how one might offer his heart to the moon."

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Footnotes

Transmigration (穿越) – A common Chinese fantasy trope in which a person’s soul or consciousness is transported into another world, another body, or another point in time.

Chicken Blood (打鸡血) – A Chinese expression describing someone who suddenly becomes extremely energetic, enthusiastic, or motivated.

Dao (道) – Literally "The Way." A central concept in Chinese philosophy referring to the fundamental principles or natural order of the universe.