Douluo's Wind Whisperer

The wind has no shape, but it has become his freest spirit. It flows in his perception and becomes another pair of ears for him to listen to the world; it hovers in his palm and becomes his invisible hand that touches all things. He can make the air current hold up feathers, and he can also turn the breeze into a sharp blade to cut through thorns. While the soul masters were fighting for ranking and territory, the monsoon was already rising in the wind. He followed the wind across the sea of ​​trees in the Star Forest, stepped across the nameless sandbar in the vast sea, and danced with the wind and snow in the silence of the far north. No name, no alliance, no stay. ——The wind is invisible, so it cannot be restrained; the heart is far away, so it can travel thousands of miles. He is the wind, and the wind is the road. The direction of this life is always the next distant place that has never been reached.