A Mimicry Cultivation Field on the Douluo Continent shimmered with dense, radiant light inside the Spirit Hall.
A colossal dragon, the size of a small mountain, lay coiled like a sleeping fortress, its breath a low, steady rumble. Golden scales overlapped across its body, each one catching and fracturing light into ten thousand shards. Though it slept, the Dragon Might it exuded was overwhelming—any weaker Spirit Master or Spirit Beast would be stunned by its presence.
At the dragon's side, a lone figure sat cross‑legged. Compared to the beast he seemed tiny—no larger than one of its claws—but the pressure he radiated shared the same origin as the dragon's, as if the two were one. His long golden hair was tied back simply; sword‑like brows, starry eyes, and a resolute face gave him an arresting presence.
He opened his arms. Spirit power surged through him like a gale, drawing the surrounding light inward until the field felt like a dark abyss. Then, as quickly as it had vanished, the light returned.
Several figures had gathered at the field's edge, stunned by the display.
"He's about to become a god!" Gold Crocodile Douluo, Second Elder of the Hall of Worship, whispered to Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder—both Rank 99 Titled Douluo.
Qian Daoliu only shook his head. "I… don't know." Rank 99 was a hair's breadth from godhood, but that last step hid mysteries even he could not claim to understand.
Bibi Dong watched with an expectant expression, resplendent in a magnificent gown. The darkness lifted, light returned, and the cultivator—Yu Xiaogang—opened his eyes and rose slowly.
He clenched his fists, savoring the new power. "Not bad. Another step. Soon I'll engrave light across my body. Then I can face a First‑Class God."
Confidence filled him. If the godhood legacies looked down on him, he would surpass them by his own strength.
An excited voice cut through the moment. Yu Xiaogang's face softened; he opened his arms and welcomed the woman who leapt into his embrace. Warmth and contentment flooded him—his life, he thought, was near perfection.
Qian Daoliu cleared his throat. "If you two want to be intimate, do it later. Tell us what happened."
Yu Xiaogang explained briefly. "It's the method I mentioned—today I had a breakthrough."
"You still pursue that? Can such a method lead to godhood?" Qian Daoliu asked, surprised.
"The gods of the Douluo Continent are powerful humans. Increase your strength and godhood follows. The hard part is finding the path," Yu Xiaogang replied, reflecting on a life of difficult choices.
Before the conversation could continue, a buzzing echoed in everyone's ears. A pitch‑black heavenly curtain unfurled across the sky—visible from anywhere on the continent.
"What is that?" Gold Crocodile Douluo narrowed his eyes.
"Some Spirit Ability?" Azure Luan Douluo guessed.
Qian Daoliu remained calm. "Let's wait."
Text formed on the curtain, simple enough for even the illiterate to grasp.
[The heavenly curtain manifests, detecting parallel worlds. A dual Douluo comparison will commence.]
Information flooded minds: another Douluo Continent, a parallel world altered by one person's choice.
"Another identical Douluo Continent… could a single choice change everything?" Lion Douluo breathed.
Gold Crocodile Douluo grinned at Qian Daoliu. "Imagine a world where I'm the High Priest."
Qian Daoliu laughed. Bibi Dong watched Yu Xiaogang with curiosity. "Xiaogang, in that world, could we still be together?"
Yu Xiaogang ruffled her hair. "Even if not, we're together now."
He held her close, but his thoughts drifted. As a transmigrator he'd arrived with fragments of the original story—Tang San, Shrek, the Spirit Hall, and the infamous trash teacher, Yu Xiaogang. Panic had gripped him at first, but his prior knowledge and study of the Douluo system let him rewrite his fate.
Now, as the heavenly curtain selected its subjects, Yu Xiaogang's mind flickered with a private, wry amusement.
[First comparison subjects: Black World Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang; White World Dragon God Douluo Yu Xiaogang.]
The crowd fell silent. The sky itself had chosen to show the world two versions of the same name—and the Douluo Continent held its breath.