Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King.
Yun Ming stood on Sea God Island with his hands behind his back, looking up at the enormous screen in the sky.
He was pondering the origins of this heavenly screen.
Just moments ago, without any warning, a thunderous boom had sounded in the sky, and a golden screen had slowly unfurled like a scroll.
The voice broadcast by the heavenly screen had reached everyone's ears.
Even Yun Ming, the strongest man on the continent, could not make out where the heavenly screen had come from.
He had tried flying into the sky and tearing through space, but he could not touch the heavenly screen at all.
It was as though the heavenly screen did not exist, yet it also seemed to carry the majesty of heaven and earth, brooking no offense.
"Martial Soul Awakening hasn't even become widespread. This must be an era at least ten thousand years ago."
Watching the scene on the screen, where even an awakening required Gold Soul Coins, Yun Ming quietly reached a conclusion.
"Scenes of Soul Masters cultivating ten thousand years ago are meaningless to me."
Though he said that, he stared intently at every scene on the heavenly screen.
The grand voice that had sounded beside every living being's ears when the heavenly screen appeared still echoed in the depths of his mind.
"Heaven and earth are the board, all living beings are the pieces, and the path to godhood lies just ahead!"
Yun Ming stared intently at the images.
Deep in his mind, his memories of ten thousand years ago churned as he searched for anything about the supposed board of heaven and earth.
"There was no Lin Yi at all."
"Is he someone who never existed in history?"
"Heaven and earth as the board, all living beings as the pieces. What a grand undertaking. If he really existed, there would be records of him in history."
"Is this his path to godhood?"
"Becoming a god requires such a grand ritual?"
Yun Ming was exploring how to condense a divine position, while also hoping to recreate the Divine Realm and thereby become a god.
The ritual on the heavenly screen, in which Lin Yi used heaven and earth as a board in an attempt to become a god, naturally caught Yun Ming's attention.
Just as he was watching the heavenly screen, a bullet comment drifted across it.
It was the comment Yu Xiaogang had sent from Douluo I.
These bullet comments could easily be seen throughout each era, but crossing between eras seemed to require certain conditions.
A comment needed enough people to support it and reply beneath it before it could cross time and space to be seen by Lin Yi and people in another era.
In Yun Ming's eyes, however, this was simply an impostor making a fool of himself under Yu Xiaogang's name.
He mocked him without hesitation.
"There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters. You don't even understand that, yet you have the nerve to pretend to be Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang?"
Yun Ming's eyes were full of disdain.
And did this man have no brain? He'd been told already: heaven and earth as the board, the path to godhood. Couldn't he understand those words?
Heaven and earth were the board, and this Lin Yi's Martial Soul was a board game. He clearly had the makings of a god, and heaven and earth were bearing witness.
Yet some brainless fool was still mocking him.
He had even dismissed as worthless a peerless genius who had developed his Martial Soul to the utmost and opened this chess game of heaven and earth.
Yun Ming felt the Federation's technology for preserving pregnancies was still too advanced.
He composed a bullet comment.
[Yun Ming: There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters. You don't even understand that? Where did this impostor come from? Going around deceiving people!]
Once Yun Ming's bullet comment appeared, the Soul Masters of the Douluo Dalu III era rallied behind him.
[Exactly! There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters. You're pretending to be Yu Xiaogang, so how can you call someone else's Martial Soul trash?]
Douluo I.
Yu Xiaogang looked up and saw Yun Ming's bullet comment. His gaze abruptly sharpened.
Beside him, Tang San had just formally become his disciple and was talking with him.
Noticing Yu Xiaogang's expression, Tang San also glanced up at the heavenly screen and saw Yun Ming's bullet comment.
This...
Tang San's first thought was that someone had disparaged his teacher and had a way to death.
But then he began to think. Although he had only just met his teacher, he had heard him say that there were no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters.
They had only known each other a short while, yet his teacher had said it more than once.
But his teacher had just called that board game Martial Soul a trash Martial Soul.
Wasn't that a contradiction?
Yu Xiaogang let out a cold snort.
[Yu Xiaogang: Do you know trash better, or do I?]
As he sent the bullet comment, he said earnestly to Tang San beside him, "Little San, I've studied the records of countless trash Martial Souls. I have the most direct and comprehensive understanding of the Martial Souls commonly regarded as trash, and after all that research, I'm confident that even a trash Martial Soul can, under my guidance, find the path best suited to it and with the greatest potential for its future."
As he spoke, he felt proud of himself.
Listening to Yu Xiaogang and looking at the bullet comment he had sent in reply, Tang San was speechless for a moment.
He felt his teacher's reply was a little hasty.
It was as if he were in a hurry to prove something. He hadn't even made clear what he wanted to say.
What did he mean by "Do you know trash better, or do I?"
Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King.
Yun Ming stared at the bullet comment sent back in reply, stunned for a long while.
Beside him, Ya Li looked at Yu Xiaogang's second bullet comment in the sky and burst out laughing.
"Brother Ming, he really does know more about that than you."
Yun Ming sighed helplessly.
"Yes. I've never experienced what it feels like to be trash in my life."
As he spoke, he subconsciously felt that this was the time to show off.
So he struck the pose of a man whose life was as lonely as snow.
"But I've met plenty of trash. They all lost to me, and though they spent their lives chasing me, they could only watch me pull farther and farther ahead."
If anyone else saw that pose, they would probably want to beat him to death.
Especially Qiangu Dongfeng, who had been defeated by him and had always competed with him, yet had been unable to keep up with Yun Ming because of his talent. If he saw this, wouldn't he fight him to the death on the spot?
Douluo I.
Yu Xiaogang watched the heavenly screen for a while. When no reply came from Yun Ming, he smiled coldly.
"When it comes to theory, you dare challenge my authority?"
Douluo II.
The heavenly screen did not appear in this era.
Everything Lin Yi was doing could continue as normal.
It was just that Lin Yi himself could perceive some information from the heavenly screen's broadcast.
For example, which scene was currently playing, or whether it was a live broadcast.
Or the bullet comments.
Of course, only a very small number of bullet comments appeared here. Lin Yi would only see those that had received widespread support in their respective eras.
He had not expected that, with only a Martial Soul Awakening scene broadcast for a mere moment, people would already be trading insults across eras.
"I never offended Yu Xiaogang. Why's he putting me down?"
Even Lin Yi was a little baffled.
A board game Martial Soul was powerful, all right?
But on thinking carefully about his cultivation journey thus far, Lin Yi sighed inwardly.
Just then, the image projected into his mind changed.
It no longer showed Lin Yi just after awakening his Martial Soul.
Instead, it showed a filthy little wild man with disheveled hair and wounds in several places, who hadn't bathed for who knew how long.
At that moment, the little wild man was overjoyed, a radiant smile on his face. At his feet, a bright Soul Ring pulsed up and down, shining with a dazzling light.