Douluo Dalu: I, the Heretical Saint Who Weaves All Things

Soul Masters are revered, and they hold the greatest power over public opinion in this world.

An ordinary person with ideas far ahead of her time dared to fight for a voice on behalf of people like herself, without the help of any Soul Masters. Her only possible fate was to be crushed like an ant by the unseen hand lurking behind the scenes.

And before she died, she would suffer endless humiliation.

“Sir, here’s the latest batch. Please take a look.”

An Evil Soul Master casually pulled away the rag covering a cage, revealing the children inside, trembling and sobbing.

Then his attention was caught by the one child who wasn’t crying.

The Evil Soul Master asked with a wicked grin, “Why aren’t you crying?”

The child didn’t answer. Her ashen face was filled with hatred and despair toward the world, yet amid those intense negative emotions, there wasn’t even the slightest trace of fear.

It stirred a sick desire to destroy in the Evil Soul Master.

He wanted so badly to see her cry and cower!

He wanted so badly to see the look on her face when she was utterly broken!

Hahahaha!

The Evil Soul Master pulled the little girl out on her own. Whenever he had time, he subjected her to merciless torture and abuse,

just for his own amusement.

But what he didn’t know was this:

The little runt he had plucked from the cage to torment for fun

would one day become the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Cult.

And after the Divine Realm broke away, she would become an unparalleled being who forged an entirely new Divine Realm.