Douluo: Lotus Sword Intent

The apocalypse collapses, white light swallows everything. When Wen Qianli and Lu Miaomiao opened their eyes again, they were already in the Holy Soul Village of Douluo Continent, becoming two helpless strangers. They don't wait for fate to decide, and they don't want to be anyone's shadow. On the day when the martial spirit awakened, an unprecedented lotus slowly bloomed in the palm of my hand - the white petals were coated with flowing golden flames, and the warmth was as warm as the rising sun. But deep in the lotus shadow, there is still a frosty sword that has not been unsheathed, silently waiting for its opportunity. The twin martial souls awakened at the same time, and the golden light full of innate soul power illuminated the entire Holy Soul Village. The news spread, and a summons from the main palace flew in from Wuhun City. Two six-year-old girls picked up their bags and embarked on the long road leading to the distance. On the official road, they met two equally talented young men - one was as calm and introverted as the cold stars in the night, and the other was as out-of-the-box and enthusiastic as the scorching summer sun. Four teenagers from different places walked together. The mountains, rivers and lakes receded under their feet, but the thread of fate was quietly tightened here. The door of Wuhun Palace slowly opened in front of them. Rigorous training, cruel competition, sweat and scars from early morning to late night every day, polish the young bones into a true soul master inch by inch. The days flow in blood and sweat, and emotions quietly take root inadvertently. The moonlight reflects the shadow of the lotus, and the stars twine around the butterfly wings. Each of the four emotions has its own origin and return. They never want to be anyone's foil, and they don't want to be a vague shadow behind anyone. Lotus Reflection Soul, let's see how they find their own path in the Wuhun Palace.