Douluo Dalu: Sky Martial Soul, a Thousand Years Ahead of the Meta!

An Jing transmigrated into Douluo III and had finally managed to break through to level 70, becoming a Soul Saint. Just as he was about to head out for a stroll, the Spirit Pagoda and the Holy Spirit Cult launched a joint bombardment of Shrek. An Jing was caught in the blast and thought he was as good as dead. But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the era of Douluo I. Tang San was only twelve, still a long way from becoming a god. There were no mechas, no Battle Armor, and no Soul Spirits. Looking at the Douluo Dalu before him, a place that could only be called a "primeval forest," An Jing was suddenly fired up. "So, in this era, my Battle Armor is the one and only truth?" Mechas roared as Battle Armor covered his body. An Jing rolled his neck and looked toward the great powers perched high above. "Actually, there's something I've wanted to do for a long time." "I declare war on Shrek! I declare war on the Clear Sky Sect! I declare war on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! I declare war on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!" "Tremble, you primitives! Get a taste of the dimensional crush from ten thousand years in the future!"