My Martial Arts Spirits Are Many and Abstract

There is a kind of person in this world who can live a meaningful life no matter where you throw him. Shen Yan is this kind of person. He came to Douluo Continent and awakened his first martial spirit. What others awaken is a sword, a tiger, or a blue electric tyrannosaurus rex. What he woke up to was a round, furry thing squatting there chewing air with a piece of grass on its head. The Shen family said: Dispose of martial arts spirits, watch the species, and leave no useless people. Shen Yan said: Very good. So he left. Later, people started hearing some outrageous things: Some people don't kill the soul beast, but they can make the Evergreen Lotus bloom on its own. Some people don't fight, but the enemy sits on the ground and doesn't want to move. There is a black-faced penguin that can curse, light up, and "ga" you when you feel your strongest. There is also a young man who slowly changes wherever he goes. They began to feel that fighting over each other was boring. They began to think that what they had for dinner was more important than whether they won the next battle. They began to see that things that had been weighing on their hearts for so many years could finally be let go. Shen Yan said nothing. One afternoon when no one was paying attention, he squatted under a tree, peeled an orange, and gave half to the spirit beast next to him, and half to the person who just wanted to kill him. Then he laughed. He said: "There are too many sleeping people in this world. I am not responsible for waking up anyone. I just want you to know that you will wake up anyway." The wind blows from far away. It seems like countless people turned over on the other side of the dream.