Even if Lu Yuan asked "How to become a Titled Douluo", Yu Xiaogang felt that he could answer it.

But this "how to become a god"...

It's really beyond the scope.

There is no example of someone who can be proven to be a god among the massive books in the Wuhun Palace Library. Where can he go to learn from experience?

A mythical legend?

Problem that doesn't exist?

Lu Yuan chuckled lightly.

"Legends are not meant to be read or heard, let alone sung or adapted."

"Before me, there was no pure elemental martial spirit."

"After I came, there was a pure elemental martial spirit."

"So, legends are meant to be broken and proven!"

"Arrogant!"

Yu Xiaogang scolded angrily.

The old face was already covered with gloom, and he bitterly condemned Lu Yuan: "The limit of a soul master is a titled Douluo, and becoming a god at level 100 is just an unrealistic fairy tale!"

"This is the difference between genius and mortal."

"It's also the gap between you and me."

Lu Yuan's eyes were full of pity, as if he had seen a sad and ridiculous little person.
Chapter completed!