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

Gu Yuena looked at him, a complex light flashing in her golden vertical pupils.

There was anticipation, worry, and a hint of indescribable emotion.

"it is good."

She raised her hand, and a ball of silver light appeared in her palm.

The light was soft and deep, as if it contained an endless starry sky, or a miniature galaxy.

The silver light slowly drifted toward Ling Feng, enveloping him completely.

Ling Feng sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and felt the power flowing through his body.

The seventh spirit ring, formed over 300,000 years ago.

The Lake of Life returned to calm, with only that silvery light shining in the night, like a second moon.

Di Tian knelt by the lake, motionless, like a statue.

A silver light enveloped Ling Feng, making him appear like a giant cocoon of light, suspended above the Lake of Life.

Countless fine silver runes flowed across the surface of the cocoon, each rune containing Gu Yuena's primordial power, a power from the bloodline of the ancient dragon god, a level that Ling Feng had never encountered before.

Ling Feng sat cross-legged in the center of the light cocoon, closed his eyes, and felt the power flowing through his body.

The Silver Dragon King's primordial power, like countless tiny silver snakes, seeped into his brow and spread along his meridians to his limbs and bones.

Wherever they go, veins expand, bones strengthen, and blood boils.

That feeling was a hundred times more intense than when I consumed the Eight-Cornered Ice Grass and the Fiery Apricot Blossom, and ten thousand times more dangerous than when I absorbed the 200,000-year soul ring of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

This is a soul ring that is over 300,000 years old.

No, Gu Yuena's actions span far more than 300,000 years.

Ling Feng's consciousness sank into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

There, the phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon was churning violently, as if it had sensed something.

Six spirit rings slowly rotated around it, four black and two red. Such a spirit ring combination would be legendary for any titled Douluo.

But they seemed so insignificant in the face of the Silver Dragon King's primal power.

Silver light surged into his sea of ​​consciousness, merging with the Dark Holy Dragon.

The phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon began to expand, its scales became even blacker, its eyes even more crimson, and its dragon might even more vast.

It is growing, evolving, and transforming towards a higher level.

Ling Feng could sense that change, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

But what followed was indescribable pain.

The Silver Dragon King's primordial power was so strong that his body could barely withstand it.

When the meridians expand to their limit, they begin to tear; when the bones are strengthened, they make a creaking sound; when the blood boils, it evaporates into mist, and then condenses back into blood.

Each cycle is a life-or-death test.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat pouring down like rain, only to evaporate in the silver light.

His body was trembling, but his mind remained clear.

He cannot faint; fainting means failure, and failure means death.

Gu Yuena said that this was a gamble.

He won, and obtained his seventh spirit ring, which was over 300,000 years old.

He lost, and his soul was shattered.

Time passed by, second by second.

On the shore of the Lake of Life, Di Tian knelt in place, his golden vertical pupils fixed on the silver cocoon of light.

His face was expressionless, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

He has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, seen countless geniuses, and seen countless exceptionally talented human soul masters.

But no human has ever been able to make the Lord personally condense a soul ring.

Is this child worth the Lord's gamble this time?

he does not know.

But he knew that his lord had never lost.

Gu Yuena stood on the lake, her long silver hair swaying gently in the night breeze, her golden vertical pupils calm as still water.

She stared at the silver cocoon of light without saying a word.

No one knew what she was thinking, and no one dared to ask.

Inside the cocoon of light, Ling Feng's seventh soul ring was slowly condensing.

It was a black spirit ring, as deep as an abyss, perfectly matching his Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul.

But within this blackness, faint silver patterns flowed, markings left by the Silver Dragon King's primordial power.

The black spirit ring slowly rotated around Ling Feng, becoming more solid with each rotation.

Its age is increasing—100,000 years, 150,000 years, 200,000 years, 250,000 years, 300,000 years.

Ling Feng's body jolted violently.

Three hundred thousand years had reached the limit of what he could endure.

But the black spirit ring continued to rise, 310,000 years, 320,000 years, 330,000 years...

The cocoon of light suddenly flickered violently, the silver runes began to become disordered, and cracks appeared on the surface of the cocoon.

Chapter 125, Level 75, The True Form of the Dark Dragon King

Di Tian's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body leaned forward, almost standing up.

But he held back.

He cannot make a move; to do so would be to interfere, and interference would harm him.

Gu Yuena's fingers twitched slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

Her gaze remained calm as still water, but deep within her golden vertical pupils, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible ripple.

She was waiting, waiting for Ling Feng to pull through on his own.

If you can pull through, you'll become a dragon.

If you can't survive, you're a worm.

Inside the cocoon of light, Ling Feng's consciousness was violently trembling.

The power of his 330,000-year-old spirit ring was too immense; his body had reached its limit. His meridians were ruptured inch by inch, his bones were covered in cracks, and his blood was almost completely evaporated.

He could feel his life slipping away, like grains of sand falling one by one in an hourglass.

Will I die?

The thought flashed through his mind.

meeting.

If we don't do something, we'll definitely die.

He took a deep breath and activated the dragon energy within his body.

The dragon energy bestowed upon him by Crimson Flame and Frost has been dormant deep within his martial soul, never truly awakening.

At this critical moment, they finally awoke.

A crimson and an icy blue aura surged from his body, intertwining with the silver primal power.

Three forces, three colors, formed a delicate balance within his body.

Crimson dragon energy repaired his broken meridians, icy blue dragon energy strengthened his shattered bones, and silver primal power reshaped his dried blood.

Three forces, like three giant dragons, swirled, intertwined, and merged within his body.

Ling Feng's body stopped trembling, his breathing became stable, and his life stopped slipping away.

The seventh spirit ring continued to climb.

340,000 years, 350,000 years, 360,000 years.

Finally, it stopped at the threshold of 380,000 years.

A blood-red soul ring, 380,000 years old, with faint silver patterns flowing within it.

Ling Feng opened his eyes, and two beams of light shot out from them, like two sharp swords in the darkness.

His aura was several times stronger than before, his martial spirit was more solid, and his body was more resilient.

Seventh Soul Ring, 380,000 years, Soul Saint, Level 75.

The silver cocoon of light slowly dissipated.

Ling Feng descended from mid-air and stood on the lake, ripples spreading out beneath his feet.

He looked down at his hands, which were longer and stronger than before, with faint black dragon scale patterns appearing under his skin and then quickly disappearing.

He looked up at Gu Yuena.

"Thank you, senior."

Gu Yuena looked at him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her golden vertical pupils.

"Three hundred and eighty thousand years, which is higher than I expected."

"Your foundation is more solid than I have ever seen."

Ling Feng shook his head.

"It's because the senior's power of origin is too strong."

Gu Yuena did not speak.

She turned and walked towards the center of the lake.