The sun climbed above the mist-draped peaks behind the Xiao family estate, casting golden rays upon the back mountain. Beneath the familiar sky of the Dou Qi Continent, another day began—ordinary to most, but not to the four who had returned, reborn, yet remembering.
Xiao Chen lay sprawled across a warm boulder, his eyes fixed on the cloudless heavens. A faint sigh escaped his lips.
"Fifteen years... and I'm still not used to it. I really transmigrated into Fights Break Sphere... and became Xiao Yan's twin brother? But... he's different."
He couldn't place it. The Xiao Yan he remembered from the novel was a late bloomer, downtrodden until he rose through trials and flames. But the Xiao Yan he knew now—there was a depth in his eyes, a calm fury behind every movement. He trained like someone racing against the heavens.
What Xiao Chen didn't know—what he couldn't know—was that this Xiao Yan had returned. Fused with the Spirit Embryo of the Plane itself, he carried memories from his past life… when he had stood atop the Ten Thousand Worlds alongside Lin Dong and Mu Chen, rulers in the age of divine war.
Xiao Chen's thoughts were broken by a familiar, lilting voice.
"Brother Xiao Chen."
He turned. Xiao Xun'er, elegant as ever in her purple dress, approached. But even as he admired her otherworldly grace, his heart twisted.
He tried. He signed in. He acquired power, charm, even the mysterious Origin Imperial Qi and the Chaos Bloodline. He said the right words. Promised the future.
"Xun'er, I'll marry you one day."
She blushed... but her eyes, in their depths, remained turned elsewhere.
Toward Xiao Yan.
"Why... why him?" Xiao Chen whispered to himself.
Meanwhile, deep in the Secret Realm of the Gu Clan...
Amid ancient jade statues and the humming energy of ancestral essence, a youth in green robes stood with his eyes closed. Blue-gold flames licked the air around him, clashing with phantom images of gods, weapons, and beasts.
Gu San—once Tang San, now the elder brother of Gu Xun'er—was undergoing the clan's final trial to awaken the Asura Soul Armament. Countless divine forging blueprints spun in his mind, merging with new-found Dou Qi methods.
"From spirit rings to Dou Seals... even here, I shall reach the peak again."
His palm clenched, a trident-shaped tattoo burning into his flesh—the birth of his weapon spirit in this world.
Elsewhere, not far from Xiao Chen… in the same back mountain
Mu Lie stumbled through the foliage, pain written across his youthful face. The broken meridians he had been born with had long denied him a future in cultivation.
"Even with the Temporal Demon Spirit remnant... it's not enough. Damn it!"
He collapsed against a tree, gasping.
Then, a shadow passed.
"You alright?"
Xiao Yan stood above him, curious but calm.
Mu Lie blinked in disbelief.
"Xiao Yan...?"
"I know a way to repair your meridians. But you'll owe me."
With a flash of flame and the subtle guidance of a long-lost alchemy technique, Xiao Yan placed his palm over Mu Lie's chest. Warmth spread—not burning, but restoring. Threads of Dou Qi spiraled like silk, knitting broken channels.
Mu Lie stared at his hands as strength returned to his limbs. His eyes welled with emotion.
"Who... are you, really?"
Xiao Yan just smiled faintly.
"Let's just say... I've walked this path before."
Four paths converge.
Xiao Yan, the fallen sovereign returned. Xiao Chen, the transmigrator chasing love and legacy. Gu San, the reborn god-smith forging a new era. Mu Lie, the ancient tactician reborn with future sight.
Bound by fate, their stories intertwine—and in the age of Dou Qi, flames will rise once more.