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

"The Lord knows you will come."

He raised his hand, and a silver light shot out from his palm and disappeared into the lake.

The lake water began to churn.

A silvery light rose from the bottom of the lake, illuminating the entire sky.

Gu Yuena rose from the lake, her long silver hair reaching her ankles, her golden vertical pupils staring at Ling Feng.

She stared for a long time, so long that Di Tian's legs went numb.

"Level 80, very solid foundation."

Gu Yuena's voice was very soft.

Ling Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"This junior would like to ask the senior for help in condensing the eighth soul ring."

Gu Yuena looked at him calmly.

"How many years do you want for your eighth spirit ring?"

Ling Feng looked up and met her gaze.

"How many years can you give me, senior?"

Gu Yuena's lips curled up slightly.

"Three hundred thousand years."

Ling Feng shook his head.

"not enough."

Gu Yuena raised an eyebrow.

"Then how much do you want?"

Ling Feng spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Five hundred thousand years."

Di Tian's pupils contracted slightly.

Five hundred thousand years ago, that was a Titan Giant Ape-level existence, the pinnacle of combat power in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Ling Feng is only level 80, how can he withstand the power of a 500,000-year soul ring?

Gu Yuena looked at Ling Feng, a complex emotion flashing in her golden vertical pupils.

Do you know what 500,000 years means?

Ling Feng nodded.

"Know.

This means my meridians will break inch by inch, my bones will be riddled with cracks, my blood will evaporate completely, and my consciousness will dissipate in agony.

Gu Yuena asked, "Do you want more?"

Ling Feng's gaze was as calm as still water.

"want."

Gu Yuena remained silent for a long time.

She thought of herself, of the Dragon God, and of those souls who refused to submit to fate.

They were all like Ling Feng, refusing to accept their fate, bow their heads, or retreat.

Some of them are dead, some are alive, and some are still waiting.

"it is good."

Gu Yuena raised her hand, and a ball of dark light appeared in her palm.

The light was as deep as an abyss, as if it contained all the darkness in the world, or as if it were a black hole that devoured everything.

"I happen to have a 500,000-year-old soul ring here."

Dark attribute, a remnant of the ancient dark dragon god.

"I have guarded it for tens of thousands of years, waiting for someone worthy of it."

Ling Feng's eyes gleamed slightly.

The dark attribute perfectly matches his Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, as if it were made for him.

He knelt on one knee.

"Thank you, senior."

Gu Yuena pushed the dark light toward Ling Feng.

The moment the light entered his body, an unprecedented power surged into his meridians.

That is the power of dragons, the power of darkness, the power of antiquity, from the era of dragon gods, from the years of war among the gods.

The power was violent and profound, like the dark currents of an abyss surging through his veins, like the all-consuming darkness of the void exploding within his bones.

His veins began to tear, his bones began to shatter, and his blood began to evaporate.

However, his body did not collapse under the erosion of the dark power; instead, it gradually adapted and integrated.

The Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul within him was cheering, roaring, and leaping towards a higher level.

Ling Feng sat cross-legged, with the Panlong Staff lying horizontally on his lap and the Guixin Sword stuck in the ground beside him.

He gritted his teeth, guarding the last bit of clarity in his mind, and used his will to guide that power toward the location of the eighth spirit ring.

Gu Yuena stood on the lake, looking at Ling Feng, her golden vertical pupils filled with complex emotions.

Di Tian stood behind her, equally silent.

Time passed by, second by second.

One hour, two hours, three hours, four hours, five hours.

Ling Feng's face was sometimes pale, sometimes dark; his breathing was sometimes steady, sometimes disordered; his body trembled sometimes, sometimes calm.

The dragon energy within him was surging. The dragon energy of crimson flames and frost had long been integrated with his martial soul. Now, stimulated by the power of the Dark Dragon God, it was fully awakened and intertwined with the dark power within him, forming a perfect fusion.

His seventh spirit ring, a black spirit ring that had been there for 400,000 years, began to glow; his eighth spirit ring, a pitch-black spirit ring that had been there for 500,000 years, was slowly taking shape.

In the ninth hour, the pitch-black soul ring finally took shape.

It was pitch black, with faint blood-red dragon patterns flowing within it.

Five hundred thousand years, dark attribute.

Ling Feng opened his eyes, and two beams of pitch-black light shot out from them, like two dark currents shooting out from the abyss, swallowing up even the light in their path.

His aura surged, reaching level 80, level 81, level 82, level 83, and level 84.

It climbed all the way to the peak of level 84 before stopping.

The eighth spirit ring, five hundred thousand years old, is as black as ink.

Eighth Soul Skill, Sigh of the Dark Dragon God - Summons the phantom of the Dark Dragon God to deliver a dark judgment upon the target.

The power of a trial depends on the strength and will of the target.

The weaker the target, the greater the power of the judgment.

Those with weak minds will be swallowed by darkness and become walking corpses.

However, it consumes a great deal of energy. With his current cultivation level, he can only use it twice at most before he becomes exhausted.

There's also the Soul Bone, the left arm bone of the Dark Dragon God.

Five hundred thousand years, dark attribute, perfectly matches his Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul.

Chapter 169 God of Destruction

Soul Bone Skill, Protection of the Dark Dragon God - After activation, a layer of pitch-black shield can be condensed around the body, with extremely strong defensive power. It can not only withstand any attack below the level 95 Title Douluo, but also reflect some of the damage back to the attacker.

Ling Feng stood up and bowed deeply to Gu Yuena.

"Thank you, senior."

Gu Yuena looked at him calmly.

"You're welcome."

"I have merely fulfilled the request of the Dark Dragon God."

She turned and walked towards the center of the lake.

When she reached the center of the lake, she suddenly stopped.

"Qian Gu Ling Feng, your eighth soul ring is 500,000 years, and your eighth soul skill is the Sigh of the Dark Dragon God."

But you must remember, the power of the Dark Dragon God is for protection, not destruction.

If you become lost in the darkness, I will personally reclaim this power.

Ling Feng nodded.

"I understand."

Gu Yuena said nothing more and sank into the lake.

Di Tian looked at Ling Feng, his golden vertical pupils filled with complex emotions.

He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen anyone absorb a 500,000-year soul ring at level 80.

This human was more monstrous than any genius he had ever known.

"Little one, what are the limitations of your eighth soul skill?"

The Emperor asked.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The Dark Dragon God's sigh has a weaker effect on those with strong wills."

If the opponent's will is as firm as mine, then this soul skill will be almost ineffective.