Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

The Primordial Heavenly King looked at Gao Wu, and in the short time that had passed, the other party's aura had changed again.

Even with his abilities, he couldn't see any specific changes in Gao Wu. This shows how capable Gao Wu is.

The Primordial Heavenly King didn't care. The thirteenth level of laws in all the heavens and myriad realms had long been locked, and no matter how much Gao Wu changed, he could not advance to the thirteenth level.

Any power below level thirteen, no matter how subtle or complex, poses no threat to him.

He asked Gao Wu, "Have you thought it through?"

By actively activating the token, Gao Wu is definitely looking to take a gamble. If he doesn't want to take the risk, then he can ignore the token.

The details are obvious and need no further explanation; both sides are fully aware of them. However, given the gravity of the matter, the Primordial Heavenly King needs to confirm with Gao Wu again.

“Your Majesty, I’m willing to give it a try,” Gao Wu replied solemnly.

The Primordial Heavenly King said, "Alright. If it fails, no need to say anything. If it succeeds, you only need to help me deal with the King of Light, Bai Yuan."

He looked at Gao Wu and said, "This condition cannot be changed in any way, nor will there be any other explanation. If you violate it, you will surely die. Have you thought it through?"

The Primordial Heavenly King's grand voice formed golden runes above the Great Luo Heaven, condensing into a simple written contract.

The contract is written in the heavens, sworn by the laws of divine power, and sealed by the origin of the divine soul. It also has binding force on thirteen-level divine lords.

Each cycle of birth and death in an era is a tremendous test for a level thirteen god.

Breaching the contract will cause damage to the divine soul. When the era ends, the divine soul of the master will perish along with the era.

Without needing the original Heavenly King's explanation, Gao Wu naturally understood the essence of the contract through the resounding divine power.

"I've thought it through, I agree," Gao Wu replied in a deep voice.

As he made his firm statement, a blue-gold mark appeared on the contract in the sky, which was the divine soul mark left by Gao Wu.

Thus, the contract was completed.

The Primordial Heavenly King accepted the contract with satisfaction, and he did not emphasize its importance to Gao Wu again.

Being able to become a level 12 intelligent life form, one must understand the importance and significance of the contract.

He said to Gao Wu, "I have a book left behind by Taihao, which is also the condensation of his Great Dao. His Dao Fruit is hidden in it. If you enter the book and take the Dao Fruit, you can advance to the thirteenth level."

"The book contains three thousand worlds and will resonate with your soul, so you may enter a world that is both familiar and unfamiliar."

"The Taihao Law maintains the operation of the Three Thousand Worlds, and all your power will be strictly limited. Even your refined form and spirit will disappear, leaving only your divine soul and original spirituality to roam the Three Thousand Worlds."

"The Dao Fruit of Taihao is hidden within; it may be a person, a dog, or a book. Note that only when your soul and spirit resonate with it can you obtain the Dao Fruit."

"If you die three times in the three thousand worlds, your divine soul essence will be absorbed by the world, and you will die completely."

The Primordial Heavenly King said calmly, "Each reincarnation will also diminish your wisdom and memories. Good luck."

Before Gao Wu could say anything, the Primordial Heavenly King unfolded a book made of polished wooden chips strung together.

Time and space flipped, and suddenly everything went black before Gao Wu's eyes...

The shimmering blue and purple neon lights streaming through the window cast a flickering glow in the narrow, unlit room.

A wolf-headed, human-bodied creature was clinging to a boy, devouring his flesh.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was thin, but his flesh was tender and his blood was full of vitality.

The werewolf took two bites of the flesh and found it delicious. He was so happy that he wanted to throw his head back and roar.

He noticed the flickering neon lights at the window and suddenly realized that below was Regent Street, full of gambling dens and brothels, and it was past midnight, the busiest time of the night.

If outsiders are attracted, we'll lose the prize we've already got our hands on.

The werewolf still retained a sliver of reason, forcibly suppressing the urge to howl. He lowered his head, about to take two more bites, when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The boy, whose neck had been ripped open by his sharp teeth, had dilated pupils that had turned a dull, deathly gray.

At this moment, the boy's pupils gleamed black and shiny as he looked him up and down.

The werewolf was stunned; he had never encountered such a situation before. With his carotid artery torn, not only would a pure-blooded human be unable to survive, but even one of his own kind would be left to lie there and wait for death.

How did the boy suddenly come back to life when he was clearly lifeless?

"What are you, dog?" the boy suddenly asked.

The werewolf was even more astonished. How could someone with a torn throat still speak? His emerald eyes could see in the dark, and he could see at a glance that the wound on the boy's neck had not only healed, but there wasn't even a tooth mark left.

The werewolf was shocked, and almost without thinking, he reached out a claw to grab the boy's neck.

With his strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, coupled with his sharp, knife-like nails, he could easily tear open the boy's neck again, and even break his cervical spine.

Before the werewolf's claws even reached him, he was jolted and thrown more than two feet into the air, followed by a sharp, excruciating pain in his intestines.

A sudden, excruciating pain caused the werewolf to lose all his strength and collapse to the side. He lay there limp, unable to muster any power. Cold sweat seeped from the pores of his thick, bristly hair, and tears and snot streamed uncontrollably from his face...

With a push of his feet, the boy stood up straight. He curiously looked at the disheveled werewolf and even reached out to touch the werewolf's thick, long fur.

It was like a person petting a pet, with a casual air, as if they didn't take the werewolf seriously at all.

The werewolf caught his breath; although his stomach was still throbbing with pain, he had regained some of his strength.

While the boy was touching him, he flipped over and pounced on the boy again.

A hint of mockery and disdain flashed in the boy's dark, bright eyes as he kicked again, aiming a kick squarely at the werewolf's liver area. This kick used the hardest bone below the big toe, targeting the werewolf's most vulnerable liver region.

The boy wasn't physically strong, but years of hard work had given him some strength in his muscles and bones.

By exerting force in the most efficient way, the boy's body's power chain was completely transmitted to the joints of his feet, releasing nearly 200 pounds of force through the hardest point.

Although the transformed werewolf was strong, his body was still that of an ordinary human. He was in mid-air and had no way to dodge, nor even time to adjust his posture, taking the kick head-on.

With a muffled thud, the werewolf, writhing in mid-air and crashing to the ground from the intense pain caused by the blow to his liver, writhed in mid-air.

The boy glanced at the neon lights outside the window, then at the werewolf writhing on the ground in pain.

"This world is still somewhat interesting..."

The young man was Gao Wu, who had transmigrated from another world. He had just touched the dense, stiff fur on the werewolf's back and knew that although the creature had a wolf's head, it had a human body. That's why he kicked out and struck the werewolf's vitals.

Even though werewolves are physically strong, such a heavy blow would only cause severe pain, not enough to truly incapacitate them.

Gao Wu's gaze shifted to the shrine on the wall, where a statue of Guan Yu was enshrined. It was probably a wooden statue, its color changed from years of smoke and fire.

The statue was a little over a foot tall and didn't weigh much. The real weight was incense burner, which was probably made of bronze, although it was covered in bluish rust and filled with incense ash.

Gao Wu casually picked up one foot of the incense burner, raised it high, and smashed it down on the werewolf's head. With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the werewolf twitched and then lay flat without making a sound.

Incense ash was scattered all over the ground, mixed with the werewolf's spurting blood and the blood he had just shed. The smoke from the incense ash and the smell of blood blended together to create a strange aroma...

Gao Wu put the incense burner back in its original place. He wiped the incense ash that had fallen on his face and felt that he had really had bad luck this time.

How did I end up here in the Three Thousand Worlds?
If it weren't for his special constitution, he would have died long ago after transmigrating...

Taihao's world restricts all power below level thirteen, but fortunately, his Azure Dragon Divine Qi Curse has reached the supreme realm and is not subject to this restriction.

Only in this way can the dead be brought back to life, allowing the boy's body to regain vitality. Of course, the soul and spirit of the dead boy had long been extinguished, and he could not be brought back to life no matter what.

Gao Wu ignored the werewolf corpse. He found a dirty towel and brushed off the incense ash from his body, which made him feel a little more comfortable.

He came out of his room, sat down on the low wall of the balcony, enjoying the somewhat hot evening breeze, and sorted through the memories left behind by the boy.

The boy's soul perished, but his memories remained, though some less important memories were inevitably lost. But for Gao Wu, that was enough.

This world, on the surface, seems quite normal, with a technological level roughly equivalent to that of the 1990s.

That is, the 1990s in his first life.

This seaside city called Nangang is a small place, but it has a population of twenty to thirty million.

Convenient maritime transport has also contributed to the economic prosperity of Nangang.

After the Beast Cataclysm, humanity fragmented into vast fiefdoms, and powerful governmental organizations like nations no longer existed.

Due to historical reasons, Nangang has attracted various organizations and forces, along with local gangs, making the situation very complicated.

Gao Wu felt that this place was somewhat similar to the Alliance, except that there was no powerful figure like Qin Liuhe, and due to the alien beast catastrophe and other reasons, a unified alliance could not be formed.

A very chaotic yet very lively world.

There are relatively stable societies composed of a large number of humans, as well as various alien beasts existing outside of human civilization. There are also mutant humans infected by these beasts.

Like this wolf-headed man, his parents' generation was infected by a strange beast. In his generation, the infected genes were triggered, which turned him into this grotesque wolf-headed, human-bodied creature.

Mutants are all crazy and bloodthirsty, and are listed as Level 1 dangerous creatures by major organizations and companies. Once discovered, they will be executed.

Killing mutants will yield certain rewards.

This werewolf took advantage of the fact that the boy lived alone on the balcony of a building, where it was scorching hot during the day and equally sweltering at night. Only a poor boy like the boy would live up there, and no one would come here on ordinary days.

Even the werewolf wasn't very lucky; he happened to encounter someone whose soul and spirit had transmigrated through time.

Gao Wu went through the boy's memories from beginning to end but found nothing unusual. The boy had nothing worth remembering, and his being attacked by the werewolves was just bad luck.

If he didn't have the Azure Dragon Divine Qi Curse of the Supreme Realm, he would have died the first time he transmigrated here.
That's outrageous!

Since Taihao was an ancient god-emperor, he originally thought that the three thousand worlds he left behind were all from the ancient era, but it turned out to be a modern world, which was also very strange.

So, the Dao Fruit is hidden in this world?
"Xiao Wu, what are you doing, yelling and jumping around like that?"

A woman rubbed her eyes and walked onto the balcony, muttering something to Gao Wu with some dissatisfaction, which interrupted Gao Wu's thoughts.

Gao Wu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a slender figure in the dim light, with long, wavy hair draped over her shoulders, a thin nightgown revealing a large expanse of her snow-white chest, loose shorts, and flip-flops on her feet.

When Gao Wu's divine soul and spirit transferred to this physical body, only the Azure Dragon Divine Qi Curse of the Supreme Realm retained a portion of its power, which allowed his body to regenerate rapidly.

In other aspects, he was no different from an ordinary person. In the dim light, he couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but he vaguely felt that she should be quite good-looking.

As the other person approached, Gao Wu first smelled a fragrance mixed with heat, which was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but rather full of mature aroma.

He remembered who she was: Afen, who lived right below him, a massage girl, mean-spirited and petty, and especially fond of taking advantage of others.

She had a boyfriend who worked as a henchman at a gambling den, and the two of them liked to bully the original owner whenever they had free time.

After thinking about all this, Gao Wu decided to ignore the woman.

Afen was a little unhappy, and she poked Gao Wu's chest rather rudely: "You better behave! Or I'll get Agui to deal with you!" (End of this chapter)