Douluo Dalu: Master of Both Poetry and Prose, One Word Slays Gods!

Dai Tianli transmigrates to Douluo and becomes Dai Mubai’s half-brother.

His mother dies in childbirth, leaving him with no one to rely on. As an illegitimate child, he suffers every kind of mistreatment.

At six, he awakens a blank book as his Martial Soul and is branded a bastard, then driven out of the Star Luo Empire.

On a stormy night, amidst the humiliation inflicted by the Dai family, Dai Tianli leaves alone with his mother’s ashes.

Even then, Dai Mubai has no intention of letting him go.

His mother’s ashes are smashed, and all four of his limbs are broken.

In his despair, the blank book opens, and a line of poetry appears.

“Wildfire can never consume it all; the spring breeze brings it back to life.”

In the blink of an eye, his limbs heal.

A brush appears in Dai Tianli’s hand, a Spring and Autumn Brush capable of writing the history of the world.

Only then does Dai Tianli realize that he has awakened Twin Martial Souls: the Spring and Autumn Brush and the Book of Eternity!

The brush writes the ages; the book records eternity!

The brush falls and storms arise; a poem is composed and even ghosts and gods weep!

From that night on, he leaves behind an ironclad vow!

“Justice lives in the hearts of the people. The strong are right!”

“The heavens always repay their debts. I’ll be back!”

He leaves the Star Luo Empire, meets Renxue, and travels the continent with her. He composes thirty thousand poems and writes the Four Great Classical Novels. From then on, the continent has a prodigy whose literary talent surpasses everyone else by a mile.

Years later, when Dai Tianli stands at the gates of the Star Luo Empire with an army at his back, serving as Spirit Hall’s First Elder and the Spirit Hall Empire’s chancellor,

the Dai family is terrified, and Dai Mubai begs for mercy.

With a flourish of his brush, the stars tremble and heaven and earth are overturned!

The name of the Confucian Sage resounds across the continent!

When he turns his gaze toward the Divine Realm, he declares:

“Gods are not born superior to mortals. A mortal with a brush can slay the divine!”