In Holy Soul Village, a young boy walked along a village path. His name was Lin Yang. Lin Yang still couldn't wrap his head around how he'd woken up one day and found himself transmigrated to Douluo Continent, where the village chief, Jack, had taken him in. At first, Lin Yang had been thrilled. But he'd called out for a system more than a dozen times in his head, and nothing had happened. Fine. He didn't have a system. Lin Yang was still lost in thought when someone about his age came along. "Lin Yang, what are you thinking about?" "Nothing." Lin Yang snapped back to attention and looked at Tang San, who had helped him a lot. Lin Yang felt that Tang San wasn't the one at fault—it was that Yu Xiaogang fellow. He thought about killing Yu Xiaogang someday. After chatting for a bit, the two boys went home. Lin Yang returned and pushed open the door. "Grandpa Jack, I'm home!" An old man came out of the room. He looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with a deeply wrinkled face and hands covered in calluses. He smiled and said, "Xiao Yang, you're back." "I'm back." Jack patted Lin Yang's head. "Come on, let's eat." Lin Yang ran to the table and dug in. "Xiao Yang, your Martial Soul will be awakened in a few days." "So soon!" Jack nodded. A few days later, the sky was clear. At noon, Tang San was making porridge for Tang Hao while Tang Hao drank. "Dad, the porridge is ready." "Put it on the table." Tang Hao replied absentmindedly. "Knock, knock, knock." Someone knocked at the door. "Open up!" Jack's voice came from outside. Tang San hurried over and opened the door. "Grandpa Jack, what brings you here?" "Oh, it's Xiao San." Jack smiled kindly. "Come on, I'll take you to awaken your Martial Soul." Tang San hesitated. A voice came from inside the house. "Go ahead. Don't be late for lunch." Jack brought Tang San, Lin Yang, and the other children to stand before a young man. "This is Su Yuntao, a Soul Grandmaster." Su Yuntao opened the door behind him. "Send the children in." "Go on. Grandpa hopes you'll become Soul Masters." The door closed, and Jack kept watching it. Inside the room, Lin Yang edged closer to Tang San. "Nervous?" "No." Lin Yang was about to say something when Su Yuntao suddenly shouted, "Quiet! Line up and come one at a time." A few minutes later, everyone ahead of them had awakened their Martial Souls, but not one of them had Soul Power. Tang San stepped forward. Su Yuntao raised his hand and poured Soul Power into the Awakening Stone. Tang San lifted his right hand, and a Blue Silver Grass appeared, blue with golden patterns in its center. Lin Yang's gaze fell on the pitch-black hammer that appeared in Tang San's left hand behind his back: the Clear Sky Hammer. Just like in the original story, Lin Yang thought. "Blue Silver Grass, a Trash Martial Soul. Next."
"Uncle, you haven't tested my Soul Power yet." Su Yuntao said, "All right, then. It won't take long anyway. Put your hand on the crystal ball." The moment Tang San placed his hand on it, the crystal ball blazed with dazzling light. "Innate Full Soul Power!"
Su Yuntao stared in disbelief, then sighed. "But your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. Next." Lin Yang stepped forward. Su Yuntao did as before. A creature appeared behind Lin Yang, its body entirely green, red patterns on its head, black markings along either side of its belly, and two pairs of sharp claws. Lin Yang froze. The green dragon before him was Rayquaza, straight out of Pokémon. What the hell? This is wrong! This is Douluo Continent—what's Rayquaza doing here? Lin Yang put his hand on the crystal ball. It shone even more brightly than it had for Tang San. "Innate Soul Power at level twenty!"
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