God-Level Synchronization: Starting from the Holy Soul Village and Becoming a God.

Lin Yuan went through Douluo and awakened his god-level talent - Infinite Martial Spirit Synchronization. Unable to practice? It doesn't matter. When someone else awakened a martial spirit, he stole the entire village's martial spirits on the day he awakened, plus Su Yuntao's Lone Wolf and Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer. Others worked hard to hunt soul beasts to obtain soul rings, but he only needed to take a look at them to permanently copy the other person's martial soul, soul skills, and domains. Others rely on a kind of martial spirit to fight. When he fights, he possesses the beast martial spirit to strengthen his body, the weapon martial spirit separates from the body to attack from a distance, and the auxiliary martial spirit is activated at the same time to add buffs to himself. One person is an army. When Tang San was still practicing the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique, Lin Yuan had the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand, the Seven Killing Sword in his right hand, the Nine-Hearted Begonia on his head, and the white tiger stolen from Dai Mubai under his feet. When Ning Rongrong proudly showed the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, Lin Yuan also showed one with his backhand: "What a coincidence, I have one too. But my assistance does not require a soul ring." Following Tang San's plot, he gained countless opportunities. When Tang San inherited the throne of Poseidon, Lin Yuan smiled faintly, and thousands of shadows of martial spirits appeared behind him. "Rongrong, watch carefully, what is a real god?" This is the story of a man who cannot cultivate and becomes a god by stealing martial arts spirits from all over the world. The single heroine Ning Rongrong is not a harem, not brainless, the whole process is high-energy and enjoyable. It starts with the awakening of the waste martial soul in the Holy Soul Village and ends with the battle between the two gods to condense the Wanyuan Godhead. ——Lin Yuan proved it with his actions: Practice? Doesn't exist. Just one look at you is enough for me.