The First Generation Shura God of Douluo

"If God is unfair, I will be the sword."​​ Xiao Tian, a young man, walked on the blood with the Shura sword, killed the gods and achieved enlightenment, but he could not restore the frozen soul of his beloved Xuanli. The war between gods has come to an end, the two gods have fallen, and everyone knows that the legend has come to an end. Little did they know, I put a ray of my remaining soul in the sword, and she hid half of her spiritual consciousness in the ice soul, waiting for thousands of years, just for a inheritance that spans time and space. Ten thousand years later, the young Tang San pulled out the Shura Sword. "Senior, why did you choose me?"​​ In his mind, the chorus of Xuanli and I spanning thousands of years sounded: "Because the way you look at Xiao Wu in your arms is exactly the same as when I looked at her on the ice field..."​​ Our story has ended, but your legend has just begun.