Chapter 1

In the cultivation world, the realm is the Qi Condensation Stage, which has ten levels. There are also ancient texts that record twelve levels of Qi Condensation. The prodigies of major sects usually choose to reach the peak of the eleventh level of Qi Condensation before laying the foundation. Following that are the Foundation Establishment Stage, the Grain Abstinence Stage, the Golden Core Stage, the Nascent Soul Stage, the Spirit Transformation Stage, the Body Integration Stage, the Void Traversal Stage, the Great Ascension Stage, and the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

After crossing the tribulation, one ascends to the immortal realm.

In a secluded and quiet village, a few wooden houses stood together. Inside one of the wooden houses, a little boy with almost no breath was sleeping. At the door, a middle-aged man exclaimed in a hurry, "Alas, it's all because of my negligence! How can I face Xiaao's parents if anything happens to him!"

Suddenly, a black wind swirled inside the wooden house, resembling a human figure, and a voice came out, "There is actually an empty shell of a body. Fine, let me be reborn in this body!"

The black wind swept towards the body. After a while, the little boy, who had been almost lifeless, opened his eyes. His small, almond-shaped eyes were somewhat charming. "Cough, cough, how did this guy die? His mouth was full of water, and he was only four or five years old!" the little boy spat out the foul water and sighed.

Hearing the commotion, the middle-aged man at the door pushed it open and rushed over, saying joyfully, "Xiaao, you're okay! It's good that you're fine, good, good. Lie down and rest well..."

Seeing the excited middle-aged man, the boy felt a strange tremor in his heart and thought, "How many years has it been since someone cared for me!" Then he asked the middle-aged man, "Who are you? Where am I? The secular world?"

The man was shocked. What secular world? He then said to the cute little boy, who was no longer an ordinary child but a thousand-year-old old demon, "Don't you remember me? I'm the principal of Shrek Academy, Flandre. Your parents entrusted you to me when you were young. Oh, you're called Oscar, do you remember?"

The little boy shook his head and suddenly thought, "Oscar? Flandre?" He couldn't control himself and said, "This is the Douluo Continent!" The man nodded, knowing that he had just recovered, and comforted him, "It's fine if you can't remember. I'll bring you some food later. Rest well for now!"

He himself found it hard to accept that this was the Douluo Continent, a world he had read about in the secular world on Earth. This meant that there were also other lower realms like the Doupo Continent and the Wudong Qiankun comic world, and the Douluo world had an upper realm, the divine realm.

"Hey, why is my spiritual energy gone, and I only have a faint ten levels of Qi Condensation?" He was surprised. Clearly, he had failed to cross the tribulation and should have been either dead or severely injured. Now he had become a child. "Sigh, let me search his soul first."

"I am called Oscar, and I am five years old. I drowned in a river while working with the villagers..." Watching these brief scenes as if he had experienced them himself, he finally came to his senses and said calmly, "You had a hard life. Fine, from now on, I, Xuanming, will be Oscar. Don't worry, I will take good care of this body."

After a while, the middle-aged man pushed the door open again, holding a simple lunch box, and said, "Xiaao, it's fine if you can't remember. Eat first. It's good that you're okay. Your parents entrusted you to me, and I almost failed, sigh!"

"Thank you, Principal. I will be more careful in the future. I remember now," Oscar said. The middle-aged man was excited and grabbed his arm, saying, "Then who am I? When did you start following me?"

"You are called Flandre, the principal of Shrek Academy. Your only strength is protecting your students. I was entrusted to you by my parents when they were being pursued. I was only four years old at the time." Searching his memory, the new Oscar said calmly.

"Good, good, it's fine that you remember." The middle-aged man was excited and tapped his own head, saying, "What do you mean by the only strength? I have many strengths, oh no, many weaknesses, ha ha!"

"Stingy!" he muttered. The middle-aged man looked over and said, "What did you say?" He quickly said nothing and drank some thin porridge, feeling a bit better. He thought, "How long has it been since I last ate? Being cared for feels quite nice. Since I'm here, I should cherish this life!"

Night fell. The tranquility of the countryside was occasionally interrupted by the croaking of frogs.

"This so-called soul power is really thin. I, the old ancestor, have to start over from the Qi Condensation Stage!" he mocked himself and then recalled the deep memories in his soul.

I, Xuanming, was a cultivator in the Earth cultivation world. I practiced countless low-level and mid-level cultivation techniques and battle skills. In the end, I explored the Immortal Garden and obtained the top-tier cultivation technique, the Xuanming Decree. It contained the vicious palm technique, the Xuanming Great Hand Seal, which could destroy the cultivation of those with lower levels than me, reducing them to ordinary people. It also had a profound sword technique with seventy-two forms and an incredibly strange Xuanming Body Technique. I roamed the cultivation world for thousands of years and was known as the old ancestor. I created a move called Xuanming Flash, which could instantly reach a kilometer away.

"Pity, my Xuanming Sword, which was comparable to an immortal weapon!" Oscar lamented and then shook his head, saying, "What's done is done. Since I have a new life, I will find a divine weapon in the future. If not, I'll try to forge a spirit weapon!"

He circulated the Xuanming Decree, and the soul power flowed rapidly. Oscar originally had full soul power, but now it was compressed into spiritual energy.

Suddenly, it was morning. The little boy Oscar sighed, "Phew, after a night of cultivation, I finally reached the eighth level of Qi Condensation." This was a comforting achievement. He had entered the cultivation world at the tenth level of Qi Condensation and had a year to awaken. He could cultivate to the eleventh level of Qi Condensation. As for the twelfth level recorded in ancient texts, he didn't even dare to think about it, as the texts said, "Only those with exceptional talent can reach this stage!" But once one reached it, they would ascend to the level of a celestial immortal.

Several months passed, and the little boy sat in meditation every day and night.

"It took me nearly half a year to reach the peak of the tenth level of Qi Condensation, but my foundation is much more solid than in my previous life, about twice as strong," the little boy with almond-shaped eyes consoled himself. He was the new Oscar after drowning and had been cultivating non-stop. There was nothing else to do in the small village.

"Brat, are you slacking off again? Hurry up and get to work!" a familiar voice came, it was the principal of Shrek Academy, Flandre. "This miser is not minding his own business and is bothering me. I better run!" he thought and then ran away. It wasn't until later that he realized Flandre was using child labor, saying it was to train his body and was part of cultivation. Of course, this was suitable for the old Oscar, but now he had cultivation techniques and rich combat experience and skills!

"This guy, after drowning once, he became so strong that I can't even catch up without using soul power, phew!" Flandre sighed. He didn't know that it was Oscar's special skill, the Xuanming Flash, which could cover several meters in an instant, enough to run away.

A year passed!

"I have reached the peak of the eleventh level of Qi Condensation. Sigh, if I hadn't lost my spatial bracelet, I wouldn't have to cultivate bit by bit. But my foundation is solid." A six- or seven-year-old boy sighed. There must be a gain and a loss. What soul beast will I awaken? Oscar wondered. It shouldn't be a sausage, right...