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

Two figures soared into the air and flew away into the distance.

Behind them, the outline of Wuhun City gradually blurred.

Ahead lies a vast continent, unknown adventures, and Lingfeng's path to godhood.

Their first stop was Poseidon Island.

Poseidon Island is said to be located deep in the endless sea to the east of the continent, and mortals may not be able to find it even if they spend their entire lives searching for it.

After Ling Feng and Jin Chen left Wuhun City, they did not take the official road, but went directly east, crossed the border of the Barak Kingdom, and traversed the towering mountains on the east coast of the Heaven Dou Empire, arriving at a small fishing village called Wanghai Town.

Wanghai Town is very small, with only a hundred or so households who make a living by fishing.

When Ling Feng and Jin Chen arrived, it was already evening. The setting sun dyed the sea a blood red, and fishing boats returned to port in twos and threes, with the fishermen's shouts drifting in the evening breeze.

Jin Chen stood on the dock, staring wide-eyed at the boundless sea.

"Boss, this sea is huge!"

How do we get there?

Ling Feng did not answer, but simply looked at the sea with a calm gaze.

They found a guesthouse run by fishermen to stay in.

The proprietress was a woman in her fifties with dark skin and quick hands and feet. Seeing Ling Feng and Jin Chen's attire, she knew they were no ordinary people and cautiously asked, "Gentlemen, are you going out to sea?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Find a ship and go to Poseidon Island."

The proprietress's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she nearly dropped the bowl in her hand.

"Sea, Poseidon Island?"

"Sir, you mustn't go to that place!"

Ling Feng looked at her.

"why?"

The proprietress lowered her voice, as if afraid of being overheard.

"That is where the gods live. If mortals go there, they will anger the gods and never return."

Decades ago, a few fearless soul masters went there, but they never returned.

Jin Chen scratched his head.

"How can I get there?"

The proprietress shook her head, refusing to say any more.

The next morning, Ling Feng found an old boatman at the dock.

The old boatman, surnamed Chen, was over seventy years old. His gray hair was disheveled by the sea breeze, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

He glanced at Ling Feng, then at Jin Chen, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "Are you going to Seagod Island?"

Ling Feng nodded.

The old boatman asked again, "Are you Soul Masters?"

Ling Feng nodded again.

The old boatman remained silent for a long time before exhaling a puff of smoke.

"I went there once when I was young."

That place is not fit for humans.

If you really want to die, I won't stop you.

But the boat fare is expensive, one thousand gold soul coins.

Jin Chen's eyes widened.

"one thousand?

Why don't you just rob it?

The old boatman glanced at him, then turned and left.

Ling Feng called out to him.

"it is good.

one thousand."

The old boatman stopped and looked back at Ling Feng.

"Three days later, at Chenshi (7-9 AM), at the dock."

Three days later, at Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

The old boatman's boat was small, an old fishing boat covered with barnacles and the marks of time.

Jin Chen stood on the boat, looking at the tattered sails and ropes, his heart pounding.

"Boss, is this boat up to the task?"

Ling Feng didn't speak, he just looked into the distance.

The old boatman steered the boat slowly out of the harbor and headed east.

Life at sea was even more monotonous than Jin Chen had anticipated.

On the first day there were seabirds and flying fish, on the second day there was only the boundless sea, and on the third day even the seawater became numb.

Jin Chen lay on the gunwale, staring blankly at the sea.

"Boss, how much longer?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"do not know."

The old boatman steered the boat, his gaze fixed on the east, without uttering a word.

Although his boat was old, it was unusually stable at sea, as if it knew the way and knew where Poseidon Island was.

Jin Chen asked him for directions to Poseidon Island, but he just shook his head.

"Don't ask anymore."

You'll find out when you get there.

On the seventh night, a thick fog rolled in at sea.

The fog was as thick as a wall, so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and you couldn't even see the bow of the boat.

Jin Chen gripped the Golden Dragon Crocodile's martial spirit tightly, while Ling Feng released his spiritual power, only to find it suppressed within the fog, allowing him to extend it to a dozen feet.

The old boatman, however, remained calm. He furled the sails, lowered the anchor, and then sat at the bow of the boat, lighting a pipe.

"wait.

The fog has lifted; we've arrived.

They waited in the fog for a day and a night.

The fog lifted the next morning.

Jin Chen opened his eyes and saw a huge island in front of him. The island was covered with lush trees and filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, which contrasted sharply with the vast sea around it.

In the center of the island, a magnificent temple stands atop the mountain, its pure white exterior gleaming in the sunlight.

Poseidon Island.

finally reached.

The old boatman moored the boat in a natural harbor, and Ling Feng and Jin Chen jumped off the boat and stepped onto the beach.

The old boatman didn't disembark; he just looked at them and said, "I'll wait for you here for three days."

Three days later, if you don't board the ship, I'll be leaving.

Ling Feng nodded.

Thank you.

The beach has fine white sand that feels soft and fluffy underfoot.

Jin Chen ran a few steps barefoot and shouted excitedly, "Boss, the sand here is so soft!"

Ling Feng didn't speak, he just looked at the temple.

He could sense that there were many powerful auras on the island, some of which were even stronger than those of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

This is the place of the gods, not a place that mortals can set foot in at will.

They were surrounded by a group of Sea Soul Masters less than a quarter of an hour after they started walking.

Those Sea Soul Masters wore silver-white armor, wielded tridents, and were all at least Soul Saint level. Their leader was a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.

His gaze was sharp as a knife as he stared at Ling Feng and Jin Chen.

Who is it?

"Dare to trespass on Poseidon Island?"

With the Golden Star Martial Soul possessing him, the phantom of the Golden Dragon Crocodile appeared behind him.

The leader of the Soul Douluos looked at Jin Chen's Martial Soul, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"People from the Spirit Hall?"

Ling Feng stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Ling Feng, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and my brother Jin Chen, and I have come to pay my respects to Lord Sea God."

The group of Sea Soul Masters exchanged glances, and the leader, a Soul Douluo, said coldly, "The Sea God does not receive outsiders."

Go back to where you came from.

Ling Feng did not move.

"I have a favor to ask of you."

Contra sneered.