Lin Yuan woke up to find himself a six-year-old orphan in Douluo Dalu.
On the day of his Martial Soul Awakening, the crystal ball showed: "Innate Soul Power: Level Zero. Trash Martial Soul: Sickle."
The whole crowd burst out laughing. No one noticed the cold gaze of the gray-robed man at the edge of the square.
Late that night, a few thugs dragged him to the edge of a cliff to kill him.
"Book of Fate, page two... Causal Interference."
The instant golden threads shot out, a burly man named Wang Ergou tripped over his own feet and plunged into the abyss.
Lin Yuan tightened his grip on the Heaven-Slaying Sword, his gaze calm.
He knew that from this moment on, everyone who looked down on him would pay the price.
Years later, Pope Bibi Dong sat at the highest point of Spirit Hall, staring at the number one name on the "Mainland Threat List" in her hands. Her fingers trembled slightly.
"Lin Yuan... what is it you want?"
"It's simple."
"I want no arrogant souls left standing before my sword, and no more bullying beyond the pages of a book."
"One day, every soul in Douluo Dalu will bow before me."
