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

He turned around and looked at Tuoba Lei with deep eyes.

"My child, your journey has only just begun."

The carriage rolled forward.

Ling Feng lifted the carriage curtain and glanced back at Longshan.

The mountain gate of the Holy Dragon Sect gleamed in the setting sun, resembling a golden palace.

He lowered the carriage curtain and leaned back in his seat.

Qian Renxue sat beside him, looking at him.

"tired?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"Not tired."

I just feel a bit sentimental.

Qian Renxue grasped his hand.

"What are you feeling sentimental about?"

Ling Feng looked into her eyes, where his reflection was mirrored in her golden pupils.

"Time flies so fast."

Six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Qian Renxue smiled.

"Yes, it's been six years."

Back then, you were just a quiet little boy.

Ling Feng's lips curled up slightly.

"Back then, you were a little porcelain doll with blonde hair and golden eyes."

Qian Renxue blushed.

"I'm not a porcelain doll."

Ling Feng looked at her.

"what is that?"

Qian Renxue thought for a moment.

"It's...it's a little angel."

Ling Feng smiled.

The smile was faint, but genuine.

Qian Renxue looked at him and smiled, and smiled too.

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

The carriage rolled forward, heading towards Wuhun City.

Behind them, the outline of Longshan Mountain gradually blurred.

Ahead lies Wuhun City, home, and the future.

Jin Chen leaned against the car window, watching the fields rushing past outside, and suddenly asked, "Boss, will you always protect the Spirit Hall from now on?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"meeting."

"Will you always protect us?"

Ling Feng looked at him, at his chubby face, and at his bright, sparkling eyes.

"meeting."

Jin Chen grinned.

"I can rest assured that."

Hu Liena leaned on Xie Yue's shoulder, her eyes closed, already asleep.

Xie Yue remained motionless, afraid of waking her.

Yan hugged the bulging bundle, chewing on dried meat, making a crunching sound.

Dugu Yan sat beside Qian Renxue, tugging at Qian Renxue's sleeve. Tears still clung to her face, but the corners of her mouth were already slightly upturned.

The carriage rolled forward, heading towards Wuhun City.

As the sun sets, it paints the entire earth in gold.

Looking at the sunset outside the window, Ling Feng felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside him.

That was warmth, peace of mind, and strength.

He knew he wasn't walking alone.

Beside him were Qian Renxue, Jin Chen, the little ones, his parents, the worshippers, and the Spirit Hall.

Their journey is still long.

But it's okay, because they're together.

Let's walk together, shoulder the burden together, and protect each other together.

A night breeze blew, lifting the curtains of the carriage.

The moonlight streamed in, illuminating everyone's face.

Some of them were awake, some were asleep, some were looking out the window, and some had their eyes closed.

But their hearts are together.

The outline of Wuhun City appeared on the horizon, brightly lit, like another starry sky.

Ling Feng looked at the lights, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"We're back."

Chapter 154 Divine Gear

The second test from the angel god came sooner than Qian Renxue had anticipated.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the festive atmosphere in Wuhun City had not yet dissipated. Firecracker debris still lingered on the streets, and red lanterns swayed gently under the eaves.

Qian Renxue stood before the angel statue, holding the golden token in her hand. The token was engraved with the angel god's emblem, a twelve-winged angel in a divine crown and feathered robe, lifelike.

The token was slightly warm, emitting a faint golden light, as if the angel was calling to her, telling her—the second test had begun.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking into the depths of the token.

There, the phantom of the angel god floated silently, with long silver hair, golden eyes, and an exquisite face, the wings of a twelve-winged angel slowly fluttering behind her.

She looked at Qian Renxue, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"The second test is to refine three or more pieces of angelic divine equipment."

The Angel God's voice was soft, like a breeze whispering in your ear, "You have only refined one skull so far. There are five more stored in the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship. Find them and refine them. Time limit: three years."

Qian Renxue opened her eyes; the token in her hand had cooled down, and the golden light had dissipated.

She turned around and looked at the angel statue in the shrine. The statue was silent in the candlelight, its face both compassionate and majestic.

She took a deep breath and gripped the token tightly.

Three years, refine more than three pieces of Angelic Divine Armor.

She has only refined one skull so far—the Angelic Armor Skull, a 60,000-year-old skull with the attribute of light, which she absorbed when she was eleven years old, giving her the ability to disguise herself.

That was the weakest piece of the Angelic Armor, and also the easiest to refine.

The remaining five bones—torso bone, left arm bone, right arm bone, left leg bone, and right leg bone—are all stored in the Spirit Hall's shrine, personally guarded by Qian Daoliu.

That was the legacy left by the Angel God to the Spirit Hall, and a treasure that thousands of families have guarded for generations.

Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, looking at Qian Renxue with deep eyes.

"Xue'er, what is the content of the second test?"

Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather.

"Refine three or more pieces of Angelic Divine Armor. Time limit: three years."

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"The Angelic Armor consists of six pieces: the skull, torso, left arm bone, right arm bone, left leg bone, and right leg bone. You have already refined the skull. The remaining five pieces are in the secret chamber of the Hall of Worship. Successive popes and high priests have attempted to refine them, but none have succeeded. This is because the Angelic Armor recognizes its master; only those chosen by the Angel God can refine it."

He stood up, walked to the angel statue, and placed his hand on the base of the statue.

With a low rumble, the base slowly cracked open, revealing a downward stone staircase.

At the end of the stone steps was a secret room.

The secret chamber was small, only about ten feet square, and the walls were covered with defensive runes that emitted a faint glow.

In the center of the secret chamber, there is a stone platform, on which are placed five golden soul bones—torso bone, left arm bone, right arm bone, left leg bone, and right leg bone.

They lay there quietly, radiating a warm and sacred light, like five tiny suns.

Qian Renxue entered the secret chamber, stood in front of the stone platform, and looked at the five soul bones.

She could sense their presence, which resonated with her martial spirit.

That was the aura of an angel, her bloodline, something destined for her.

"Grandpa, I want to refine it here."

Qian Renxue's voice was calm.

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"Okay. Grandpa will wait for you outside."