At this moment, the God Realm was undergoing strange and unpredictable changes, with storms gathering out of nowhere. Douluo Continent was no less unsettled.
On the walls of Shrek City, its lord, Shi Xing, held a Wolf Hair Brush in one hand and steadied a sheet of paper with the other, eagerly writing his own autobiography.
Generally speaking, Titled Douluo were qualified to write autobiographies. No one would laugh at them for it, though whether anyone would actually read them was another matter.
Usually, an outstanding soul master from some family would become a Titled Douluo, then flourish his brush and write his autobiography in one go.
It would be kept for the younger generations of the family to cherish and read from time to time, serving as encouragement.
When the mother is weak, she becomes a merchant; when the father is strong, he becomes a minister. The clan's hopes remain in their native land, while the poor leave home for distant places.
That saying was applicable anywhere and at any time. Thus, for a soul master like Shi Xing, whose family background was not particularly formidable and who had chosen to stay in Shrek to seek his future, writing an autobiography seemed rather superfluous.
After all, even if he wrote one, would anyone read it?
Wrong. Perhaps for other soul masters, the autobiography of an ordinary Titled Douluo really was nothing worth reading. Titled Douluo might be rare, but on average, one or two emerged every year. Thinking about it, that was all there was to it.
If someone truly read through the autobiographies of every Titled Douluo from ancient times to the present, at a pace of one book a day, it would still take twenty or thirty years of hard work to finish all the autobiographies written