Douluo: Eu, Bai Chenxiang, não serei uma figurante
A alma atravessou para o Continente Douluo, tornando-se aquela jovem da tribo da Agilidade, famosa por sua velocidade, mas destinada a parar — Bai Chenxiang. Abandonando tudo o que é supérfluo, ela busca apenas a velocidade! Usa o corpo como lâmina, a alma como asas, e na corrida extrema compreende a respiração do vento e as ondulações do espaço. Criando suas próprias habilidades espirituais, rompe o convencional, dominando o campo da velocidade e esmagando inimigos poderosos. Sombra do Clã Haotian? Caminho de Tang San? Provações do Deus do Mar? Ela trilha apenas seu próprio caminho, mais rápida que o tempo, que os cálculos, que qualquer obstáculo! Quando as asas do andorinhão de cauda aguda vibram e rasgam o espaço, quando sua figura supera o fluxo do tempo, todo o continente testemunhará: pura agilidade também pode atingir a divindade! Este é o Caminho da Velocidade Extrema!
Douluo: Eu, Bai Chenxiang, não serei uma figurante
Bai Chenxiang stood in the center of the rustic ancestral hall, the peculiar scent of aged sandalwood and incense lingering at the tip of her nose. The surroundings were utterly silent, so quiet that she could hear the deliberately suppressed breathing of the elders. A six-year-old body was somewhat comical for a transmigrator possessing an adult soul. Looking down at her pale, tender little hands, she felt none of the nervousness or anticipation typical of a child her age, only the tranquil calm of dust finally settling. It had arrived—the most crucial moment on the Douluo Continent: the Martial Soul Awakening. Ahead, the deacon elder in charge of the awakening ceremony wore a solemn expression. Cradling six obsidian-black stones in his hands, his voice carried a note of gravity: "Children, step into the formation. Empty your minds and feel the power slumbering within your bloodlines." Bai Chenxiang was the last. She watched as the children of her clan stepped forward one by one, awakening their martial souls amidst a golden radiance. Without exception, every single one was a Needle-tailed Swift. A few children beamed with joy, but most wore expressions of bewilderment. As for the elders in the hall, including her grandfather Bai He, who stood at the very front—his frame lean yet his posture ramrod straight—their faces bore a complex mix of gratification and apprehension. Bai Chenxiang understood this contradiction. The Needle-tailed Swift was the inherited martial soul of the Speed Clan. Ultimate speed was traded for abysmal shortcomings in attack, defense, a
