Douluo: My Martial Spirit Is the Trisolaran Fleet

Traveling across the Douluo Continent, I became the son of a declining noble in the Star Luo Empire. I thought the script was about the ordinary life of a soul master, until the day my martial soul awakened when I was six years old - I saw the starry sky. No, it was the stars that saw me. My martial spirit is not a beast or a weapon, but a sleeping [Trisolaran Fleet] from the distant shore. Water droplets, sophons, two-way foils... They whisper in my soul, telling the truth and cruelty of the universe. While the soul masters were still fighting for soul rings and soul bones, the gods were high in the God Realm and regarded the mainland as a chessboard. They didn't know that the law of the dark forest had already arrived. When the Clear Sky Hammer was known as the best martial spirit in the world, my "water drop" could already penetrate the stars. When the blue electric Tyrannosaurus rex roared into the sky, my "Sophon" had locked the evolutionary path of all dragon spirits. When the Wuhun Palace plotted the world and the God Realm overlooked all living beings, I quietly unfolded the final picture: "The argument is meaningless. In the face of the dimensionality reduction attack, the entire Douluo plane is just a two-dimensional picture that can be collected." As for the future "Son of Destiny" Tang San... I'm sorry, but from the moment my fleet arrived, your script was completely overwritten by a higher civilization. This is the end of the soul master, and it is also the beginning of the era of cosmic war.