Chapter 1 Picking up an old man at the beginning
Douluo Continent, God Realm.
The clouds and mists are ever-changing, sometimes like rolling waves, sometimes like a quiet beauty. Each change has no rules, but it brings more beauty and shock.
Deep in the God Realm, the origin of the Golden Dragon King sealed in the center of the God Realm trembled slightly, and a golden light with a trace of bright red cut through the space and flew to the lower world. With some expectation in his heart, he murmured,
"I don't have much time."
The towering palace flashed a faint golden luster under the halo of the God Realm. Here, it is the commanding height of the entire God Realm and the place that controls everything in the God Realm.
The God Realm Committee has the responsibility of judging the gods, and also has the task of managing the God Realm and maintaining the rules.
The main hall of the palace is octagonal, and each wall around it is not decorated, but there are countless scenes changing and flashing.
Each light screen represents a world and a scene of different planets in the human world. This is also the place where the God Realm Committee monitors the planets in this star field.
There was a round table in the center of the main hall. I don't know what material the surface of the round table was made of.
If you look closely, you can actually see the mist floating, and it seems endless and deep.
At this time, opposite these light curtains, a figure wrapped in dark red magic patterns stood quietly in front of these light curtains.
The dark red light surrounded his body, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly. It can only be vaguely seen that he was wearing an armor covered with dark red magic patterns.
Suddenly, the figure pulled out a blood-red giant sword that was more than two meters long. The slender and thick sword body was densely covered with dark golden magic patterns.
The blood-red long sword was full of extremely sharp killing aura, and slashed a red sword light full of murderous aura to an unknown space in the lower world.
"Ashura."
A roar full of anger resounded throughout the entire God Realm. Many gods looked up at the source of the sound, and they thought in their hearts that another unlucky person must have been caught by the God of Asura.
Only the other four God Kings frowned and looked at the sealed place in the center of the God Realm.
The dark red figure heard the roar and looked up at the Golden Dragon King with a disdainful smile. He turned his head to look at the golden light that was slashed by his sword, and turned into a ball of golden mist and disappeared over the Douluo Star.
However, no one noticed that a faint purple air from a distant unknown place gathered some golden mist at a very fast speed and slid towards the Douluo Star below.
In the Douluo Continent, there are the Tiandou Empire and the Xingluo Empire. The grievances between the two empires have a long history. They both want to destroy each other and unify the Douluo Continent.
The spirit masters of the Xingluo Empire are stronger, while the Tiandou Empire has a million troops. Neither side can do anything to the other. In addition, the Wuhun Hall, the holy land of the world's spirit masters, is located at the junction of the two empires. It mediates in the middle.
The two empires just stopped fighting, and the continent also ushered in a period of peace. Majia Village, as the name suggests, is a small village with only more than 600 households.
Most of the people in the village are awakened wildebeests, which are spirits used for transportation. Except for the occasional mutation with spirit power, most people are ordinary people without spirit power. Although there are not many people with soul power in the village, horse spirits have an innate advantage in horse training. Majia Village is a horse market located at the junction of two empires.
Outside the village, tall horses can be seen running everywhere. Some villagers are training horses, some are feeding horses, and there are also old people in the village standing in the yard with a kind look, smiling at the children at the door walking their dogs and charioting chickens.
The whole village is full of vitality. It was just dawn, and a faint fish belly white rose in the distance in the east.
On a small hill only a hundred meters high next to Majia Village, a gray frog stood on a two-meter-high boulder, facing the rising sun, dreaming of becoming a prince.
Suddenly, the sky seemed to darken, and then it felt like the world was turned upside down. I opened my eyes and saw a huge two-legged creature sitting on my own land of good fortune, and I flew to the bottom of the hill like a cloud.
"Quack",
with a shrill cry, the whole world became quiet.
Sitting on the boulder was a child of five or six years old, bearing the warmth of the sun, his skin was a healthy wheat color, his short black hair looked neat, and his clothes were simple but clean, obviously he was a person who loved cleanliness.
At this moment, he frowned, as if something was bothering him. After a moment, the boy opened his eyes, his bright eyes revealed a helpless look, and he shook his head and said to himself: "Is it still not working? It seems that only the awakening of the spirit can break through.
The village chief said that the great spirit master of the spirit hall will come to awaken the spirit tomorrow. I don't know what kind of spirit I am, I don't know if it is my father's earth antelope or my mother's fire scale horse."
The boy's name is Dugu Chen. He has been in Douluo Continent for five years. He was originally a fresh graduate, but he didn't expect to become a member of the army of time travelers.
From the initial panic to the current indifference. Before the age of three, he dreamed of awakening his spirit, punching Tang San, kicking the spirit hall, marrying a few Douluo beauties, ascending to the God Realm, and living a carefree and happy dream.
But all this was shattered when he was three years old. Dugu Chen's father and mother were both soul masters. Their martial spirits had mutated. One was an antelope with earth attributes, and the other was a horned horse with fire attributes.
They were the few soul masters in the village with soul power, but their innate soul power was not high, only level three, but they were great soul masters after all, and he was the prince of the village.
Three years ago, Dugu Chen's father broke through the soul master, and the couple hired a soul hunting group to obtain the third soul ring. Two months later, when two cold corpses were placed in front of Dugu Chen, his dream woke up.
This is a world where strength is supreme, no longer the legal world of the previous life. Only strength is the foundation, the law of the jungle is fully demonstrated in this world.
Since then, Dugu Chen began to run up this hill every morning to exercise his body and learn from Tang San to look at the sun and absorb purple air. He didn't know if this would work, but even if there was only a little improvement, it would be worth it.
Dugu Chen stood up from the boulder, looked at Chaoyang and whispered to himself:
"I didn't expect that with the meditation method taught by the village chief, supplemented by my natural strong mental power, I can also practice before the martial soul awakens.
I don't know if I am special or anyone with strong mental power can do it. After three years of practice, I felt that my soul power was full half a year ago. Tomorrow's awakening should be full of innate soul power.
I wanted to see if I could break through this limit? It seems that except for the god-level martial soul, the highest innate soul power is only level ten.
I have done what I should do. Everything depends on what martial soul awakens tomorrow." He clenched his fists and felt the power in his body. This is his guarantee of survival in this world.
"It's time to go back, otherwise the village chief will be worried."
Dugu Chen said to himself, retracted his thoughts, jumped off the boulder, and ran quickly to the village. His vigorous steps were much faster than those of adults.
When he reached the middle of the mountain, Dugu Chen suddenly stopped, frowned, and moved his ears slightly. A heavy breathing sound came,
"Someone, and he's injured."
Dugu Chen couldn't help but feel a little worried. Usually no one would come here, only the village chief would come to see him.
Could he be injured? Dugu Chen quickened his pace and ran to the place where the breathing sound came from. In a few breaths, he ran to a bush a hundred meters away.
He pushed aside the trees and saw an old man with wounds all over his body, a tattered dress, and dark green hair and beard, leaning against the bottom of the tree with a painful expression. Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar figure, Dugu Chen muttered in his heart:
"Is this Dugu Bo? Otherwise, whose hair is so green? But why is he so seriously injured?"
Looking at the old man who seemed to be Dugu Bo, Dugu Chen seemed to see twins, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"This is the old man sent to me by God because I don't have a golden finger!"
Dugu Chen lifted the old man on his back and ran home at a brisk pace, as if the weight on his back didn't exist.
(End of this chapter)