After breakfast, while walking through the streets of Wuhun City, Lin Yu casually mentioned his desire to visit the library, prompting an amused reaction from Hu Liena.
"You want to go to the library?" she asked, looking down at Lin Yu with genuine surprise. A child raised in a remote village, now standing in the bustling heart of the Wuhun Hall, and yet instead of wanting to explore and play, he was asking to read? It was truly unexpected.
"Yes!" Lin Yu responded earnestly. "Sister Nana, you said my name is the same as that Lin Yu in the live broadcasts, the one who got so many questions right. He's amazing! But I share his name and know so little—I feel behind. That's why I want to go to the library, to study hard and maybe one day answer questions as well as he does."
Lin Yu's words were smooth, his heart calmed as he subtly praised himself while explaining his intentions.
"Hmm... that's quite commendable," Hu Liena mused. "But... do you even know how to read?"
The question hit Lin Yu like a bolt of lightning. His expression froze as the realization dawned—he hadn't learned to read yet. Raised in the impoverished Windmill Village, which lacked even basic schools, he had never had the chance to learn. Cursing inwardly, he realized he had completely overlooked this crucial detail.
Seeing the stunned look on his face, Hu Liena couldn't help but chuckle. She ruffled his hair gently and said, "Alright, alright. Since you're so eager to learn, I'll take you to the library. Even though most of the books are full of words I can't read to you, there are some with pictures—especially the ones about soul beasts. I'll read those to you, and you can learn from them."
With that, Hu Liena led Lin Yu to the Wuhun City Junior Academy's library. The public library was always crowded, especially with the popularity of the live broadcasts, but the academy libraries were more accessible.
Over the next few days, this became Lin Yu's routine—training with Hu Liena in the morning and studying at the library in the afternoon. Time flew by, and soon a month had passed since the last live broadcast.
The seventh broadcast was about to begin.
Once again, at the same time as before, Lin Yu sat quietly in his room. Suddenly, an unseen force swept across the entire Douluo Continent, pulling everyone into the familiar, vast, and dark space of the broadcast.
A translucent screen appeared before their eyes.
[Dream God Machine (Reflective): Another month has passed. I wonder what questions and rewards await us in this broadcast!]
[Ning Fengzhi (Smiling): Given the month-long gap, I suspect the questions will be significantly more challenging this time.]
[Dai Tianfeng (Confidently): Ha! No matter how difficult they are, as long as the answers are in the ancient texts, it's all fair game!]
[Dugu Bo (Hopeful): I just wish this time the rewards will be something useful to me!]
As these messages flashed across the screen, the broadcast was suddenly interrupted. The space around them transformed, revealing a vast, seemingly endless plain. The view quickly shifted, showing two massive military camps, each teeming with soldiers in training. The flags and soldiers, however, appeared oddly blurred, as if obscured by some unseen force, making it impossible to discern their identities.
"Is this a battle? Could it be the armies of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire preparing for war?" the viewers speculated, watching in confusion.
Without warning, a brilliant blue beam shot up from one of the camps, piercing the sky and exuding a terrifying aura. A figure clad in resplendent blue armor, with four pairs of radiant wings and wielding a majestic blue trident, ascended into the air. Ten blue-gold spirit rings encircled him.
"That's the Sea God's Trident! Ten blue-gold spirit rings! Could it be that the Sea God has finally found a worthy successor, and this person has already ascended to godhood?" Poseidon, the Sea God's caretaker, was overjoyed as she recognized the iconic weapon.
But then, from the other camp, another beam, this one golden, surged skyward, radiating an equally powerful aura. A female figure, clad in golden armor with three pairs of golden wings, took to the sky. She wielded a magnificent golden sword, and ten radiant golden spirit rings hovered around her. Although her face was obscured, those familiar with the secrets of the Wuhun Hall, like Tang Xiao of the Clear Sky Clan and Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, immediately recognized the significance.
"That's the Seraphim spirit! Could she be a god as well? But when does this take place? If it's before the Wuhun Hall's founding, this could be the Angel God they revere. But if it's after, it means someone from the Qian family has ascended to godhood! But a woman? The Qian family doesn't have a female heir, do they?"
As everyone puzzled over the implications, the two divine figures began to clash in the sky. Each strike was devastating, their powers far surpassing even the strongest Titled Douluo. Though they fought high above, the impact of their blows would have easily obliterated thousands of soldiers below had they been any closer.