Spirit City, orphanage.
A middle-aged man walked over, carrying a child in his arms as he called to the little ones nearby.
"Treat this child."
A healing-type Soul Master stepped forward. His first hundred-year Soul Ring lit up, and healing light fell directly onto the tiny figure.
Those dull gray eyes slowly opened. Upon seeing the figure before him, he immediately curled up, clutching the blanket tightly with both hands and wrapping himself in it as he stared fearfully at the person in front of him.
"Child, don't be nervous. We're from Spirit Hall." The man gently stroked the child's head and said as softly as he could, "Do you remember what happened?"
The child shook his head.
"Then do you remember your name?"
"Oscar."
"Alright, then you'll be called Oscar from now on." The man smiled and withdrew his hand. "This will be your home from now on. When you awaken at six years old, if you awaken a good Martial Soul, you can directly join Spirit Hall. If you don't wish to join, you can also become a free Soul Master."
Oscar nodded, but his stomach began to growl at that moment.
Hearing it, the man could not help shaking his head as he smiled. "Come on, it's about time to eat."
Faced with the large hand extended toward him, Oscar cautiously reached out and slowly clasped it.
Worship Hall.
The two figures before the doors sat cross-legged, Soul Power surging wildly through their bodies. In the end, it seemed to break through some sort of limit, and their auras rose crazily.
Level 90!
Just one Soul Ring away from becoming Titled Douluo!
"Come in."
"Yes, Grand Worshiper!" With ecstatic expressions, the two pushed open the doors and entered.
Inside, the seven Titled Douluo remained as they