Jiang Dongjun had no idea that undercurrents were already surging through the Douluo II World because of him.
At that moment, he stood in his yin spirit form atop the spire of a clock tower in Eastsea City, looking down over the city at night and analyzing the vast "fertile soil" of the Douluo III World.
In the Douluo III World, productivity had advanced, democratic ideals had taken deep root, and ordinary people could attain high positions or even don mecha and join the ranks of combatants. The overall caliber of the populace had risen considerably, and a certain warmth naturally existed between people.
For instance, whenever the bratty protagonists ran wild-making trouble at a soul train station, openly attacking the Spirit Pagoda's guards, picking some unlucky passerby at random and beating them up, slandering a One-Word Battle Armor Master, and so on-they always received boundless tolerance. Every passerby they met showed them every possible kindness.
Jiang Dongjun reckoned he could not rely on illusions to smooth everything over in the days ahead.
An adoptive family and an official guardian would ward off a great deal of unnecessary concern.
Tomorrow, during the day, he would go to the Police Station, possess a low-ranking employee, and screen some candidates.
The yin spirit atop the clock tower vanished into the night sky.
After returning to the Inn, Jiang Dongjun calculated when Na'er would wake up and prepared to come over in his physical body the following morning to share his first meal with her.
"Light of Time and Space, return!"
The Douluo II World.
The Light of Time and Space had only just brought his yin spirit back and settled it into his physical body when both instantly sensed something wrong. The sky had fallen.
Wait, how had something nasty broken