Soul Land: Legend of the Sacred Domain

“Hiss—my head hurts!”

A low murmur escaped him as Xiao Yu struggled to open his eyes. He lifted his hand to his forehead and gently massaged his temples to ease the pain before sitting up.

“Wait a minute, this… these are my hands!”

The next moment, Xiao Yu realized something was wrong. The hands before his eyes were not the hands he remembered; they were small and delicate, nothing like those of someone in their twenties. Rather, they resembled the hands of his little nephew, whom he had seen just days before.

“This body—oh my! How did I become a child?”

Now that he could see his entire form, Xiao Yu felt a wave of confusion. His aching head spun, and he collapsed back onto the bed.

…

“So I’ve transmigrated into the Douluo Continent!”

Xiao Yu sat on the threshold, chin resting in his palm, and sighed in resignation. What luck!

He vaguely recalled that, the day before he crossed over, a few old classmates—busy since graduation—had arranged a gathering. Reuniting with old friends naturally led to hearty drinking and lively conversation. Somewhere amid the chatter, they discussed the recently aired Douluo Continent anime and its protagonist, Tang San.

Xiao Yu had first read the original novel in high school. At the time, nothing seemed amiss, but as he grew older and gained more experience, he began to sense discrepancies when reflecting on it. That night, buoyed by alcohol, he remarked, “Tang San’s life can be summed up in three stages. Stage one: my Title Douluo father. Stage two: the Shura God and Sea God s