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

But God said, "I am not destined to become a god."

So I've returned, having fished my whole life."

His figure disappeared around the corner of the dock.

Jin Chen looked at that figure from behind, and a feeling he couldn't quite put into words welled up inside him.

"Boss, is becoming a god really that important?"

Ling Feng looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

"important.

But more important than becoming a god is finding your own path.

Jin Chen scratched his head.

"Then where is your path?"

Ling Feng did not answer.

He turned and walked towards the shore.

"Let's go, next stop."

Jin Chen followed behind him, glancing back at the vast sea.

The sea surface shimmered, and the setting sun dyed the seawater gold, making it unbelievably beautiful.

He suddenly felt that this sea might really be hiding a god.

But that god did not belong to the eldest brother, nor to him.

They stayed overnight in Wanghai Town and left the small fishing village early the next morning.

Ling Feng walked in front, and Jin Chen followed behind.

The two walked one after the other on the beach of the east coast.

The sea breeze lifted Lingfeng's clothes and ruffled Jinchen's hair.

Neither of them spoke.

After walking quite a distance, Jin Chen suddenly asked, "Boss, you said the High Priestess of Seagod Island, that woman named Poseidon, she's also a level 99 Peerless Douluo, could she know where the divine positions are?"

Ling Feng stopped and looked at the distant sea.

She knows.

But she won't tell me.

"why?"

"Because my path is not on the sea."

What she told me was her path.

It's not mine.

Jin Chen fell silent.

He suddenly realized that his boss was right.

The road is your own; if someone else points out the way, you're just following their path.

They continued walking.

Behind me, the sound of the ocean waves gradually faded into the distance.

Ahead lay a range of mountains and endless wilderness.

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at the sky.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the sun was bright.

He suddenly remembered the year he was six years old, when he first stood on the martial arts arena of the Spirit Hall, holding the Dragon Staff, and looking into his father's eyes.

At that time, he said, "I want to become a Title Douluo."

His father asked him, "And then?"

He said, "Then, I will become a god."

The father smiled.

"it is good."

At that time, he didn't know how difficult it was to become a god; he only knew that it was his goal.

Now he knows that becoming a god is difficult, more difficult than hunting a 380,000-year-old soul ring, more difficult than refining angelic divine armor, and more difficult than fighting against evil soul masters.

But he will not give up.

Because he walks his own path.

Jin Chen looked at Ling Feng's profile and the faint smile on his lips, and a strange, inexplicable impulse welled up inside him.

He suddenly shouted, "Boss, I will become a god too!"

Ling Feng turned his head and looked at him.

Jin Chen's face flushed red, his fists clenched tightly, and the Golden Dragon Crocodile's martial spirit hummed within his body.

"My Golden Dragon Crocodile Martial Soul has the potential to become a god."

Boss, I won't hold you back!

Ling Feng looked at him and smiled.

"it is good."

Two figures, one in front of the other, walked on the beach of the east coast.

The sea breeze blew by, lifting the corners of their clothes.

Behind them, the footprints were erased by the waves, as if no one had ever been there.

But they came.

They had been to Poseidon Island and met the high priest Poseidon. Although they did not see the sea god, they took away the answer—the path of Lingfeng is not at sea.

This is enough.

Chapter 166 Gengxin City

The fishing villages on the east coast gradually receded into the distance. Ling Feng and Jin Chen traveled westward, passing through the heart of the Tian Dou Empire. After a full half-month's journey, they finally arrived at the city gate of Gengxin City.

Gengxin City is neither as solemn and sacred as Wuhun City, nor as prosperous and magnificent as Tiandou City. It is rugged, noisy, and filled with smoke and dust, yet it possesses a unique vitality.

The city wall is made of black iron stone. After a hundred years of wind and rain, the surface is covered with rust and cracks, but it is still as solid as ever.

The city gates were wide open, and the traffic was heavy. Most of the people coming and going were dressed as blacksmiths, with hammers at their waists, iron materials on their shoulders, and their faces covered in coal dust, walking hurriedly.

Jin Chen stood at the city gate, sniffed hard, and sneezed.

"Boss, this smell is way too strong!"

It smelled of coal smoke and rust, and had an indescribable sour odor.

Ling Feng didn't say anything, but simply stepped into the city gate.

Gengxin City was more bustling than they had expected.

The main street was wide enough for three carriages to travel side by side, but it was lined with blacksmith shops on both sides, one after another. The sounds of hammering anvils, bellows, and quenching metal blended into a noisy symphony.

The blacksmiths, shirtless and muscular, were sweating profusely as they swung their hammers up and down at the red-hot iron, sending sparks flying.

The apprentices were busy operating the bellows, handing out tools, and moving iron materials, keeping their feet constantly on the ground.

Occasionally, a newly forged weapon would be carried out, its cold gleam drawing admiration from passersby.

Jin Chen ran around excitedly in the street, peeking into every blacksmith shop, constantly exclaiming "Wow!" "Oh!" and "Amazing!"

His Golden Dragon Crocodile Martial Soul stirred slightly within his body, as if drawn to these iron objects.

Ling Feng simply walked quietly, his pace unhurried, his eyes sweeping over every blacksmith shop, his ears listening to every sound of hammering.

He didn't look at the quality of the finished weapons, the signs of the blacksmith shops, or the skills of the apprentices.

He was watching the rhythm of the blacksmiths swinging their hammers and listening to the sound of the hammers striking the iron.

In some blacksmith shops, the hammering was rapid and fierce, like a torrential downpour hitting a roof, one strike after another without pause or hesitation.

That rhythm represents power and decisiveness—the blacksmith pursues output, efficiency, and ensuring that every hammer blow lands squarely, quickly shaping the iron into the desired form.

In some blacksmith shops, the sound of hammers is slow and steady, like the tolling of temple bells, one strike after another.

Each pause was spaced far apart, as if in thought, brewing, or waiting.

That rhythm represents patience and meticulousness—a blacksmith pursues quality, perfection, and ensuring that every strike is just right, without wasting a single bit of force.

In some blacksmith shops, the sound of hammers is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, like undulating waves, without any regularity or pattern.

That rhythm represents change and flexibility—blacksmiths pursue innovation, breakthroughs, and unconventional methods, adjusting their techniques according to the shape, temperature, and hardness of the iron.

Ling Feng stopped and stood in front of a blacksmith shop, looking at it for a long time.

The blacksmith in that shop was a man in his fifties with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

He held a small iron hammer in his hand and was forging a long sword.

His hammering was neither too fast nor too slow, neither too light nor too heavy, as if every syllable had been calculated precisely to the millimeter.

Ling Feng closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the hammer, and the shape of the Panlong Staff appeared in his mind.

Jin Chen ran over, holding up a newly bought short knife, and said excitedly, "Boss, look at this knife!"

The shop owner said it was made of century-old black iron, capable of cutting through iron like mud!

He drew his dagger and chopped at an abandoned wooden stake by the roadside.

With a snap, the wooden stake broke, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Jin Chen smiled smugly.

"How about it?