This is just the story of a young boy growing grass in countless worlds.
The writing style leans towards daily life, and fight scenes are basically passed over with a single stroke.
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But before the old man and the middle-aged man could burst into laughter and marvel at my granddaughter's (daughter's) potential as a Limit Douluo...
A purple lightning bolt mark appeared on Lin Xi's forehead, accompanied by a strange power fluctuation. A white ten-year soul ring also appeared on the Thunderous Hell Vine that Lin Xi was holding in her hands.
Then, as the aura around him decreased significantly, and the suction force on the awakening array increased again, a deep yellow soul ring with an age line approaching seven hundred years was directly condensed and placed on the blue vine.
This was only because Lin Yaoshi and Lin Wushuang, realizing something was wrong, joined forces to send soul power into the Martial Soul Awakening Array, which led to a successful start.
Staring blankly at their daughter (granddaughter) in this situation they had never imagined, Lin Yaoshi and Lin Wushuang, who were absolutely certain that this little firecracker was their biological (granddaughter) daughter, exchanged a glance, then looked at the slowly fading purple lightning mark on Lin Xi's forehead, and everything was understood without words. Afterwards, they looked at Lin Hao with even greater anticipation.
Reaching out, he pulled Lin Xi, whose surrounding lightning was still involuntarily radiating towards everything around her, out of the awakening array. Although he didn't know why he was so familiar with all the elements, and to a large extent, he was already close to being immune to elemental damage.
Still somewhat hoping to condense a certain number of soul rings, Lin Hao stepped into the awakening array under the expectant gazes of his grandfather and father in this life.
Then, following almost the same procedure as Lin Xi, after nearly draining his grandfather's soul power, a beautiful tulip with a dark blue main body and gold threads as embellishments appeared in Lin Hao's left palm. Swaying gently in the wind, it seemed like a god standing on a mountaintop, looking down on everything in the world.
Along with the slight fluctuations caused by the appearance of the Martial Soul, a primordial force that was infinitely close to the domain was slowly generated.