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

After washing up, he changed into his dark blue team uniform, with his dragon-patterned staff slung diagonally behind his back.

He stepped out of the room and found Qian Renxue and Jin Chen already waiting in the courtyard.

Jin Chen yawned, rubbed his eyes, and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

"We're seeing our boss off. You're going to the Star Dou Great Forest, so we have to see you off."

He was still clutching half a pancake in his hand, obviously just taken from the kitchen, and as he spoke, he stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

Qian Renxue didn't speak, she just looked at him.

She was carrying a bulging cloth bag, the contents of which were unknown.

Her hair was neatly combed, and her clothes were impeccably dressed, indicating that she had been waiting for a long time.

Looking at his two childhood friends, Ling Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He nodded and strode towards the door.

At the entrance of Wuhun City, Qian Gu Xiaoye and Tuoba Yue'er were already waiting there.

Tuoba Yue'er's eyes were slightly red. She held Ling Feng's hand and looked him up and down, wishing she could examine him from head to toe.

"You've lost weight. You must be suffering out there."

She touched Ling Feng's face and then pinched his arm, as if to make sure he wasn't missing a piece of flesh.

Ling Feng smiled and said, "Mother, I'm twelve years old now, I'm not a child anymore."

Tuoba Yue'er glared at him, her eyes reddening even more.

"In your mother's eyes, you will always be a child."

She took out a jade pendant from her sleeve, stuffed it into Ling Feng's hand, and squeezed it tightly.

“This was given to you by your maternal grandfather. He said it would bring you peace and safety. Wear it and don’t take it off.”

Ling Feng looked down at the jade pendant, which was pure white and warm to the touch, with a lifelike coiled dragon carved on it.

He gripped the jade pendant tightly and nodded.

"Don't worry, Mother."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye stood to the side, remaining silent.

He just stared at his son for a long time, so long that Tuoba Yue'er couldn't help but push him.

Then he raised his hand and patted Ling Feng on the shoulder.

The blow was heavy, so heavy that Ling Feng's body swayed, but he knew it was his father's way of expressing concern.

A thousand words are contained in this one shot.

"Father, wait for me to come back."

Qian Gu Xiaoye nodded, his voice low and deep: "Go."

Ling Feng turned around and walked towards the outside of the city.

The morning light shone from behind him, casting his shadow long and long, stretching all the way to the foot of the city wall.

Qian Renxue caught up with him and stuffed the cloth bag in her hand into his arms.

"Eat on the way."

Ling Feng opened the cloth bag, inside was a pot of water, a few steamed buns, and a packet of candy she had made herself.

He raised his head and looked at Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue turned her face away, refusing to look at him, her ear tips slightly red.

"Don't die."

Her voice was very soft, as soft as the wind whispering in her ear.

Ling Feng smiled.

"will not."

He turned around and strode away into the distance.

The morning light shone on him, gilding his silhouette with gold.

Qian Renxue stood still, watching the receding figure grow ever more distant.

Jin Chen stood beside her, unusually quiet, even forgetting to eat the pancake in his hand.

"Sister Xue'er, the boss..."

"He will come back."

Qian Renxue interrupted him, her voice soft but unusually firm.

Jin Chen nodded and said nothing more.

Two figures stood at the city gate, watching the figure disappear into the morning light, vanishing at the edge of the horizon.

No one saw him off; Ling Feng, at level 70, was already capable of handling things on his own.

The edge of the Starry Sky Forest.

A black figure descended from the sky and landed in front of Ling Feng.

Di Tian, ​​the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, is the supreme ruler of the Soul Beast Realm.

He was dressed in a black robe, his golden vertical pupils gleaming in the morning light, and a faint divine aura emanating from him.

"Little child, the Lord is waiting for you."

Ling Feng nodded.

"Let's go."

Two figures soared into the air, transforming into a streak of light, and flew towards the depths of the Starry Sky Forest.

Chapter 124 The Seventh Soul Ring

Beneath my feet, the boundless green ocean resembled a sleeping behemoth in the morning light, with mist swirling through the forest and the occasional low roar of a beast echoing through the air.

Looking at the forest, Ling Feng suddenly felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside him.

Six years ago, he came here for the first time, for his first spirit ring.

He was a six-year-old child at the time, and that's when Di Tian first noticed him.

Di Tian looked at him, smiled, and said, "Little kid, you've got some nerve."

Six years have passed.

He is twelve years old, a level 70 Soul Saint, with six Soul Rings: four black and two red.

This time, he came to condense his seventh spirit ring.

More than 300,000 years ago.

The Silver Dragon King personally took action.

Ahead, the surface of Lake Life glistens in the sunlight, like a giant mirror reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

Starry Sky Forest, Lake of Life.

The lake was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky.

Di Tian landed on the lakeside, knelt on one knee, and stood respectfully.

"My lord, the man has been brought."

Ripples spread across the lake.

At first, there were only tiny ripples, but they gradually spread and became more and more intense.

The lake water began to churn, as if something was about to rise from the bottom of the lake.

A silver beam of light shot out from the bottom of the lake, soaring into the sky and illuminating the entire night.

The entire Star Dou Great Forest trembled, and countless soul beasts lay prostrate on the ground, shivering and not daring to breathe loudly.

The silver light gradually faded, and a figure slowly rose from the lake.

Silver hair, golden eyes, an exquisitely beautiful face, and cold, vertical pupils.

Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena.

She walked across the lake, each step creating a silver ripple, as if she were stepping on invisible stairs.

She walked up to Ling Feng, stopped, and looked down at him.

"Ready?"

Ling Feng nodded.

Gu Yuena raised her hand and gently touched his brow with her index finger.

A chilling aura seeped into his consciousness and roamed deep within his martial spirit.

The phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon appeared behind him, its six soul rings pulsating up and down, four black and two red, standing out conspicuously in the night.

Gu Yuena closed her eyes, sensing that aura, sensing his martial spirit, his soul power, his bloodline, everything about him.

A moment later, she opened her eyes.

"The foundation is very solid, and so is the state of mind."

She withdrew her hand, looked at Ling Feng, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in her golden vertical pupils.

"I will forge your seventh spirit ring. But remember—"

Her voice was soft, yet it resonated like thunder in Ling Feng's heart.

"I've taken a gamble on you. You can't lose."

Ling Feng looked up and met her gaze.

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

"The younger generation will not lose."