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

"I'm thinking about the war seven years from now."

Qian Renxue gripped his hand tightly.

Seven years.

You will become stronger.

I can too.

The Martial Soul Empire will also do so.

When the Sun and Moon Continent arrives, we'll fight them back.

Ling Feng looked at her and nodded.

"it is good."

Seven years later.

Sun and Moon Continent.

war.

The Martial Soul Empire.

Ling Feng stood at the entrance of the offering hall, looking at the distant sky.

There lies the direction of the Sun and Moon Continent, the direction of the Asura God, and his future.

He didn't know what he would be like seven years from now, but he knew he would become stronger.

He was strong enough to protect the Spirit Empire, strong enough to protect those he wanted to protect, and strong enough to stand in front of the God of Asura and slap him hard across the face.

Ling Feng's injuries recovered faster than expected.

The power of the Holy Dragon of Light flowed slowly within his body, like a silvery-white river, washing over the meridians that had been torn apart by Tang Chen's sword energy.

Every inch of the meridians is regenerating, becoming stronger and wider than before.

He could feel that new life force surging through his veins, like a river thawing in spring, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

His soul power was also slowly recovering, reaching the peak of level 85, just one thin membrane away from level 86.

But that thin membrane was as thin as a cicada's wing, and he couldn't break through it no matter what he tried.

He sat in the cultivation room behind the offering hall, his eyes closed, the dragon-patterned staff lying horizontally on his lap.

The training room was small and square, with defensive runes engraved on the walls, which shimmered faintly in the candlelight.

The ground was paved with lapis lazuli, which was cold and hard; sitting on it for a long time would make your knees go numb.

He has been sitting here for three days and three nights, without eating or drinking, and without moving.

He was thinking about a question—how could he quickly improve his strength?

Kill Tang Chen within a year.

Tang Chen was level 99, while he was level 85, a difference of a full 14 levels.

What does level fourteen mean?

It's the difference between a Soul Saint and a Title Douluo, the difference between an ant and a dragon.

Even with the power of the Holy Dragon of Light and the token of the God of Destruction, he was no match for Tang Chen.

If you can't win head-on, try a sneak attack?

Tang Chen has lived for over a hundred years; he has seen and experienced everything, so a sneak attack is useless.

Poisoned?

Tang Chen is immune to all poisons; even the poisonous fog of the Killing City cannot harm him.

He needs external things, things that can quickly improve his strength, and a huge force that can break through his bottleneck.

Ling Feng opened his eyes.

The candles in the training room had burned out, and only the faint light of the runes on the walls shone in the darkness.

He stood up; his legs were a little numb, but he ignored it.

He pushed open the door to the training room, and the sunlight outside was so bright that he squinted.

The square in front of the temple was deserted, except for a few flags fluttering in the wind, embroidered with angels and dragons.

Qian Renxue walked over from a distance, dressed in white casual clothes, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, her holy sword hanging at her waist, her nine spirit rings pulsating up and down, and the pressure of a level 94 titled Douluo faintly present.

She walked up to Ling Feng and noticed that he looked unwell, but there was a light in his eyes that she had never seen before.

"Are you going out?" Qian Renxue asked.

Ling Feng nodded.

"Go find Gu Yuena."

Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

Gu Yuena, the Silver Dragon King, the ruler of all soul beasts.

She had seen her before, at the Lake of Life in the Starry Sky Forest. The silver-haired, golden-eyed woman gave her an indescribable sense of oppression.

She didn't know why Ling Feng wanted to find her, but she knew that Ling Feng always had his reasons for doing things.

"What do you want with her?" Qian Renxue asked.

Ling Feng looked at her.

"Have her help me improve my strength."

Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment.

She asked herself why she didn't ask him why he didn't go to Qian Daoliu, why he didn't go to Jin E Douluo, why he didn't go to the elders for help.

She has countless ways to improve her strength, more than anyone in the Spirit Hall.

But why should she help Ling Feng?

"Did she promise you?" Qian Renxue asked.

Ling Feng nodded.

She took a gamble on me.

Now, it's her turn to deliver on her promise.

Qian Renxue looked at him, at his slightly tired but still bright eyes, at his deep eyes that seemed to see through everything.

She wanted to ask him when he would come back, whether he would be in danger, and whether he would come back alive.

But she didn't ask, because she knew it would be pointless.

He wouldn't lie to her, nor would he give her a false promise.

He simply said, "Come back alive."

That's what she said.

Ling Feng nodded.

I promise you.

Qian Renxue reached out and grasped Ling Feng's hand tightly.

Ling Feng did not let go.

They stood there on the steps in front of the ancestral hall, in the sunlight, hand in hand, neither of them saying a word.

From the distant city wall came the commands of the changing of the guard. The flags on the square fluttered in the wind. Everything was as usual, as calm as a lake.

Ling Feng released Qian Renxue's hand, turned around and walked down the steps toward the city gate.

He didn't turn around, and Qian Renxue didn't call out to him.

Chapter 206 The Secret of Dragon Valley

She just stood there, watching his figure grow smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared into the crowd.

In the early morning of the Starry Sky Forest, the fog was thick, and the sunlight was blocked by the tree canopy. Only a few golden rays of light pierced through the branches and leaves and fell on the ground covered with fallen leaves.

Ling Feng walked along the familiar road, the Panlong Staff slung across his back and the Guixin Sword hanging at his waist.

He has walked this road countless times, each time in order to become stronger.

At six years old, for the sake of his third spirit ring.

At eleven years old, for the Dark Demon God Tiger.

At the age of twelve, he sought the Silver Dragon King's seventh spirit ring.

At thirteen years old, for the Holy Dragon of Light.

This time, it's still for myself.

After walking for a day and a night, he arrived at the Lake of Life.

The lake was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the starlight. A light mist floated on the surface, as if veiling the water in mystery.

Di Tian stood by the lake, dressed in a black robe, his golden vertical pupils looking at him with a hint of surprise in them.

"You're here again."

Di Tian's voice was calm and devoid of any emotion.

Ling Feng nodded.

"I've come to see Senior Silver Dragon King."

Di Tian remained silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the center of the lake.

He stepped across the lake, and with each step he took, a ripple appeared beneath his feet, like a flower blooming on the water.

When he reached the center of the lake, he stopped. Ripples spread outwards from his feet, circle after circle, until they disappeared on the shore.

"The Lord knows you will come."

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