Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

That was his habitual action when he was thinking.

The seventh spirit ring, the true form of the martial spirit, I've finally reached this point.

Qian Xunji remained silent for a long time, so long that the candlelight in the hall flickered several times.

He finally nodded, his voice a little hoarse: "Go. The High Priest is waiting for you."

Ling Feng bowed deeply and turned to leave. Qian Renxue and Jin Chen followed behind him, but when they reached the palace entrance, Ling Feng stopped and looked back at them.

"You guys go back first. I'll go alone."

Qian Renxue looked at him, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just nodded.

Jin Chen scratched his head, wanting to say, "I also want to go see the Hall of Worship and see Grandpa," but Qian Renxue glared at him and stopped him.

Ling Feng walked alone through the long corridors and past the many palace gates, finally arriving at the Hall of Offerings.

Offering Hall.

This hall is older and more solemn than the Papal Palace.

Upon entering, the seven stone chairs inside the hall were empty.

But Ling Feng knew that all the elders were present.

They just don't want to show their faces.

Their aura was like a dormant volcano, seemingly calm on the surface, but containing a devastating power beneath.

Qian Daoliu sat below the statue, dressed in white, his white hair as white as snow.

He wore no crown or formal attire, only a plain white robe, and stood like a statue.

He closed his eyes, placed his hands on his knees, and breathed steadily, as if he were asleep.

But Ling Feng knew he wasn't asleep.

He was waiting, waiting for his arrival.

Ling Feng walked up to him, stopped, and bowed deeply.

"Grandpa Qian, I'm back."

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, which were murky and deep, like two ancient wells with no bottom.

But Ling Feng knew that beneath that turbidity lay a clarity that saw through all things in the world.

He stared at Ling Feng for a long time, so long that the light in the hall dimmed.

Then he nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"good."

Ling Feng smiled slightly.

"I will never forget Grandpa Qian's teachings."

Qian Daoliu looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Are you going to the Star Dou Great Forest?"

Ling Feng was taken aback.

"Grandpa Qian knows?"

Qian Daoliu did not answer.

He simply looked at Ling Feng, his gaze calm as still water, yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"The Lord of Soul Beasts has agreed to help you condense your seventh soul ring, for at least 300,000 years. This is the detailed information Di Tian told me."

Chapter 123 Heading to the Star Dou Great Forest

Ling Feng remained silent.

Qian Daoliu stood up, walked to the angel statue, and turned his back to Ling Feng.

His back was somewhat hunched, but he still stood like a mountain, giving people a sense of security.

His voice came from the direction of the statue, carrying a hint of remoteness.

"Xiao Feng, do you know what a 300,000-year spirit ring means?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Knowing means risk, it means the unknown, it means that if you are not careful, you will be wiped out."

Qian Daoliu turned around and looked at him.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled light and shadow on Qian Daoliu's face, making his expression appear somewhat blurred, but his eyes remained bright.

"So you still want to go?"

Ling Feng raised his head and met his gaze.

His eyes showed no hesitation, no retreat, only unwavering determination.

"I still want to go."

Qian Daoliu stared at him for a long time, so long that Ling Feng thought he was about to get angry.

But Qian Daoliu suddenly laughed.

The smile was faint, but genuine, like a crack finally appearing in a block of ice, revealing warm spring water beneath.

"Okay. Go ahead."

He walked back to the stone bench, sat down, and closed his eyes again.

"I won't stop you, nor can I stop you."

Ling Feng bowed deeply and turned to walk out of the hall.

His footsteps echoed in the empty hall, one after another.

As he reached the door, Qian Daoliu's voice came from behind him, soft yet clear.

"Little Wind".

Ling Feng stopped in his tracks.

"Come back alive."

Ling Feng did not turn around.

"Yes."

He pushed open the door and went out.

Behind me, the doors of the ancestral hall slowly closed with a heavy thud, as if marking the end of an era.

Qian Daoliu sat on the stone chair, his eyes closed, motionless.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, bathing him in a rainbow of light, making him appear like a true deity.

In the shadows of the seven stone chairs, several figures appeared and disappeared.

They never showed themselves, but their gazes remained fixed on that departing figure, filled with both anticipation and worry.

As night fell, Ling Feng stood by the window, gazing at the distant sky.

In the direction of the Starry Sky Forest, the starlight was dim and it was pitch black.

But his gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness, reaching the lake of life and the silver-haired girl.

Gu Yuena.

The supreme ruler of all soul beasts, the Silver Dragon King.

She promised to help him condense his seventh spirit ring, which would take at least 300,000 years.

She took a gamble on him.

He couldn't let her lose.

Qian Renxue pushed open the door and came in, carrying a bowl of hot soup.

She placed the soup on the table, walked over to him, and stood beside him.

The moonlight shone on her face, illuminating the disguised mask, but her eyes were real—bright, clear, with a hint of barely perceptible worry.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"Thinking about the seventh spirit ring."

Qian Renxue looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and said softly, "Xiao Feng, you will succeed."

Ling Feng turned his head and looked at her.

Under the moonlight, her eyes shone brighter than the stars in the sky.

He suddenly smiled. It was a faint but warm smile, like a ray of sunshine in winter.

"I know."

Qian Renxue smiled too.

The smile was faint, but genuine.

"I'll make you spicy soup when you come back."

Ling Feng was taken aback.

"You can do it?"

Qian Renxue shook her head.

"No. But I can learn."

Ling Feng looked into her eyes, and there was no joking in them, only seriousness.

He nodded.

"it is good."

The next morning, before dawn, Ling Feng woke up.