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

Di Tian nodded.

Every soul skill has a weakness.

Your eighth soul skill is a powerful tool against weak-willed soul masters, but against truly strong opponents, you'll still need your Dragon Coiling Staff.

Ling Feng nodded.

"I understand."

He turned and walked out of the Starry Sky Forest.

Di Tian looked at his retreating figure and suddenly spoke.

"A thousand years of soaring winds."

Ling Feng stopped walking without turning around.

"Your eighth spirit ring is a remnant of the Dark Dragon God, but the Dark Dragon God's primordial power is not so easy to control."

If one day you find your power spiraling out of control, come here to find the Lord.

She can help you.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Thank you, senior."

He continued walking.

Behind us, the surface of Lake Life was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the starlight.

Ling Feng's figure gradually disappeared into the dense forest.

It was already late at night when they returned to Wuhun City.

Ling Feng entered the offering hall alone without alerting anyone.

Qian Daoliu remained seated beneath the angel statue, the unfinished chessboard in front of him untouched.

He raised his head and looked at Ling Feng, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"It's done?"

Ling Feng released his martial soul, and his eighth soul ring lit up.

It was pitch black, half a million years old, with faint blood-red dragon patterns flowing within it.

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted slightly. He had lived for over a hundred years and had never seen a soul ring that was 500,000 years old.

This child has once again shattered his understanding.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Sigh of the Dark Dragon God."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time before slowly nodding.

"it is good.

very good."

Ling Feng put away his martial spirit and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qian Daoliu.

"Grandpa Qian, I've broken through."

Level 84.

Qian Daoliu stood up, walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go back and rest."

Tomorrow, let the elders see your eighth spirit ring.

Ling Feng nodded, turned around and walked out of the offering hall.

Under the moonlight, his shadow was stretched very long.

He looked up at the moon in the sky, and a feeling he couldn't quite put into words welled up inside him.

The eighth spirit ring is 500,000 years old, and the eighth spirit skill is the Sigh of the Dark Dragon God.

His path is becoming clearer and clearer.

The realm of gods, the realm of destruction.

Endless purple lightning intertwined in the void, like raging giant pythons tearing through the clouds and crashing against the dark palace.

The palace had no doors, no windows, only a high platform, on which sat a man.

He was tall and imposing, with long purple hair that reached his waist. His face was cold and stern, and his eyes gleamed with a destructive purple light.

He was surrounded by an aura of destruction, a power capable of annihilating everything, one of the most terrifying authorities in the divine realm.

The God of Destruction, the enforcer of the divine realm, one of the five great god-kings, wields the power of destruction.

He opened his eyes, and purple light shot out from them, piercing through the barrier of the divine realm and falling to the lower realm.

There, on a vast, desolate land, there was a city, and in the city stood a temple, and in the temple lived a young boy.

The boy was almost thirteen years old. He stood in the hall of worship, facing the statue of the angel. His spirit rings pulsated slowly. He had seven spirit rings, four black and three red. His seventh spirit ring had a lifespan of 380,000 years, and his eighth spirit ring had a lifespan of 500,000 years.

His aura was as steady as a mountain, and his foundation was so solid that it didn't seem like that of a thirteen-year-old boy.

The God of Destruction stared at the boy for a long time.

“Interesting.” His voice, like muffled thunder, echoed in the empty palace.

A green figure appeared at the palace gate.

It was a woman with long green hair that reached her waist, a gentle face, and a soft temperament, which contrasted sharply with the rage of the God of Destruction.

The Goddess of Life, one of the five great god-kings of the divine realm, wields the power over life and is also the wife of the God of Destruction.

"What are you looking at?" The Goddess of Life walked to the side of the God of Destruction and followed his gaze to the lower realm.

“A human being.” The God of Destruction’s voice was flat.

The goddess of life looked at the boy, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"His martial soul is the Dark Holy Dragon?"

He has great talent and a solid foundation.

But there are many geniuses like him in the divine realm, why are you focusing on him alone?

The God of Destruction was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Because the God of Asura is afraid of him."

The goddess of life twitched her brow slightly.

The Asura God, one of the five great god-kings of the divine realm, wields the power of killing and judgment, and is an enforcer of the law alongside the God of Destruction.

Their relationship was delicate; they weren't exactly enemies, but they were certainly not friends either.

"Why would the Asura God be afraid of a human?" the Goddess of Life asked.

The God of Destruction raised his hand, and a purple light screen unfolded in front of the two of them.

Within the light screen was a gray-robed man, covered in blood, exuding a murderous aura.

That's Tang Hao.

However, within Tang Hao's soul, there was a divine thought that did not belong to him—the divine thought of the Asura God.

That divine thought was like an invisible thread, binding Tang Hao and the Asura God tightly together.

"The God of Asura cultivated a pawn in the lower realm," the God of Destruction said coldly. "But this pawn was too weak; it was crippled by a single palm strike from the Spirit Hall's retainer."

The Asura God, unwilling to accept defeat, used his killing intent to reshape his physical body and bestowed upon him eight black and one red spirit rings.

He paused, a hint of anger flashing in his purple eyes, "But that's not the worst part."

The worst part was that he smuggled a human soul to the lower realm and attached it to an infant.

The goddess of life's pupils contracted slightly.

Smuggling souls is a serious crime, violating the laws of the divine realm.

If discovered by the Divine Realm Committee, the Asura God will be severely punished.

However, the Asura God is one of the five great god-kings, and the God Realm Committee may not dare to touch him.

"Whose soul is that?" the goddess of life asked.

The God of Destruction's light screen shifted, and a baby appeared on the screen.

Chapter 170 Inheriting the God of Destruction

The baby was held in the arms of a farmer, its little face full of innocence, babbling and reaching out to grab the farmer's wife's hair.

But what the God of Destruction saw was not the infant, but the deeply hidden divine thought within the infant's soul—the divine thought of the Asura God, and fragments of memory from the depths of that soul.

The Haotian Hammer, Blue Silver Grass, hidden weapons, the Mysterious Heaven Skill—knowledge that doesn't belong to this world.

"That baby is named Wang San, but his soul is that of a human named Tang San." The God of Destruction's voice was like an ice blade. "That Tang San is the son of Tang Hao, and Tang Hao is a Soul Master of the Clear Sky Sect."

The Asura God smuggled Tang San's soul from the Underworld and attached it to this infant; his purpose was self-evident.

The goddess of life fell silent.

She knew the Asura God's ambition, knew that he always wanted to expand his power, and knew about the grudge between him and the Angel God Qian Yuhan.

Since Qian Yuhan refused to submit to him, he severed her divine will at the crucial moment when she broke through to the God King realm, causing her soul to dissipate.

The divine tablet remains, but the person is gone.

Now, the Asura God is setting up a scheme in the human world, cultivating pawns and smuggling souls.

What does he want to do?

Does he want to break the balance of the divine realm and become the sole supreme god?

"So, what do you want to do?" the goddess of life asked.

The God of Destruction stood up, his purple robes fluttering in the lightning.

He stepped down from the high platform, walked to the edge of the palace, and looked down at the boy in the lower realm.