Douluo: I Became the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace

On the day Lu Zhao awakened his martial spirit, the crystal in Su Yuntao's hand shone to the extreme. Dragon head, antlers, five-color scales. The Qilin stepping behind the young man actually caused the whole earth to tremble slightly. Lu Zhao, who traveled through Douluo and read the trilogy, originally thought that all he had to do was take the fairy grass before Tang San and hug the Wuhun Palace tightly, and he would be able to live a stable life. Until he saw in his dream that the soul beasts were extinct, the abyss split the sky, and the people sitting high in the God Realm put the mountains and rivers on a chessboard. Only then did he understand—— It wasn't that he entered Douluo by mistake. It was this world that was asking for help from him. As a result, Wuhun Palace gained a saint son who refused to bow to God. He stepped on the Clear Sky Hammer, cut off the Poseidon Road, held the sword side by side with the Seraphim, and stood together with the Lord of the Silver Dragon. Later, the lights of all people illuminated the long night, and the five-virtue unicorn set foot in the divine realm. Facing the judgment of God Shura, Lu Zhao only asked one question: "You've been sitting on it for too long." "But still remember, there's someone down there?"