Beneath a night sky with its stars and moon hidden, darkness shrouded the silent wilderness. It was so dark that an outstretched hand was invisible, desolate and dim.
The carriage stopped beside the main road. A campfire rose, the burning wood crackling, its warm glow driving away the night's chill and illuminating the darkness.
Meng Chen enjoyed the warmth of the campfire. It had been three days since he left Heaven Dou City.
He glanced at Ning Rongrong warming herself beside him, her delicate little face flushed red in the firelight, then raised his head to gaze at the ink-black night sky, countless thoughts running through his mind.
When I read Douluo I, I thought the Douluo Continent was a world with a round heaven and a square earth, with a Divine Realm above it.
When I read Douluo II, things still looked fairly normal. Another continent had simply popped up, and the worldbuilding hadn't collapsed yet.
When I read Douluo III, a third continent appeared, followed by technological products like Mecha and missiles. Technology was advancing, after all, so it was barely understandable-like hell it was!
This was a fantasy world! A fantasy world! A fantasy world!
Instead of thinking about how to change the cultivation system, break free of the restrictions of martial souls, and enter higher realms, you went climbing some technology tree. How absurd!
And in the end, Douluo IV suddenly changed its entire style, overturning the first three installments' established setting. It stopped even pretending, introducing an interstellar setting with Cosmic Warships flying everywhere, and even throwing in intergalactic wars.
After making a mess of the cosmic setting, it went on to make a mess of reincarnation, giving Tang San another rebirth and turning to wreak havoc on a world of monsters and spirits.
Meng