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

Those spots were densely packed, like stars in the night sky.

Some locations are marked as dangerous, some as unknown, and some are not marked at all.

"Come back alive."

Gu Yuena's voice was very soft, almost like a sigh.

Ling Feng nodded.

"I will."

The silver light grew brighter and brighter, while Ling Feng's figure faded more and more, finally disappearing completely from the Lake of Life.

Gu Yuena stood on the lake, looking at the empty surface, for a long time.

Di Tian stood behind her and whispered, "My lord, will he be able to come back alive?"

Gu Yuena did not speak.

she does not know.

Dragon Valley is the burial ground of the ancient dragon race, the place where the dragon god fell.

There are countless dragon souls, countless dangers, and countless unknowns there.

She had never been inside and didn't know what was inside.

But she knew that Ling Feng had to go; it was his only chance.

She looked up at the sky, her long silver hair fluttering in the night breeze.

The sky was dark, there was no moon, only a few stars twinkling.

Deep within the Starry Sky Forest lies a swamp.

The swamp was vast, spanning dozens of miles, and shrouded in a thick, poisonous fog year-round, making even the air corrosive.

There were no roads in the swamp, only muddy silt and rotting aquatic plants.

The silt was black, smelled foul, and you would sink in when you stepped on it, all the way up to your knees.

The water plants were dark green and wrapped around my ankles like wet hands.

Occasionally, a few skeletons can be seen in the swamp, some human, some spirit beast, all white and half-buried in the mud.

Ling Feng stood at the edge of the swamp, looking at the gray, poisonous fog.

The poisonous fog churned above the swamp, like giant gray beasts rolling about.

He could smell the pungent odor, like sulfur mixed with rotting flesh.

Without hesitation, he stepped into the swamp.

The mud was up to their ankles, knees, and waists.

His clothes were soaked through with mud, wet and heavy.

Mud splattered on his face, cool and sticky.

The toxic fumes entered his nasal cavity, stinging his eyes.

He didn't stop, he just kept walking.

In the middle of the swamp, there is a dead tree.

The tree was very large; it would take three or four people to encircle its trunk. The bark had peeled off, revealing the grayish-white wood underneath.

The tree trunk was covered with cracks, as if it had been struck by lightning countless times.

The tree crowns were bare, and the branches were twisted, like ghostly hands reaching towards the sky.

There was a hole in the tree beneath the dead tree; it was pitch black and the bottom was not visible.

The edges of the tree hole were covered with moss, damp and cold to the touch.

Ling Feng stood in front of the withered tree, looking at the hollow in the tree.

An ancient and vast aura emanated from the tree hollow—the aura of dragons, the aura of antiquity, the aura of death.

The aura caused both the Dark Holy Dragon and the Light Holy Dragon within his body to tremble simultaneously, as if they had sensed something.

"This should be Dragon Valley where Tang Wulin will be buried 20,000 years later. I didn't expect to get such a good deal."

He took a deep breath and stepped into the tree hollow.

The Dragon Valley here is an incredible opportunity, and the Mountain Dragon King is a true god.

"If I can obtain the Mountain Dragon King's torso bone, my strength will definitely increase dramatically, and it's even possible that I can break through to the Title Douluo realm."

The tree hole was very narrow, only allowing one person to pass through at a time.

The cave walls were covered with moss, damp and cold to the touch.

In some places, tree roots protrude from the cave walls, blocking your way, requiring you to bend over to pass.

Ling Feng walked very slowly, each step landing on the bottom of the tree hole with a creaking sound.

His mental power was suppressed inside the tree hole, and he could only extend a few feet out.

"Such strong suppression, even mental energy cannot penetrate it, one can only rely on eyesight."

"Fortunately, the image of the divine dragon in my mind has been fully formed, and my eyesight, while not comparable to that of a real dragon, is still extremely terrifying."

He didn't know how long he had been walking—maybe an hour, maybe a day, maybe a year.

Time loses its meaning here; there is no day or night, no sound, only endless darkness and his own heartbeat.

Suddenly, light appeared ahead.

It wasn't sunlight, but another kind of light, silvery-white, carrying a sacred aura, yet also a desolate sadness.

The light shone in from the opening of the tree hole, casting dappled shadows on the cave walls.

"We've finally arrived! We must hurry, time is of the essence!"

Ling Feng quickened his pace.

The tree hole began to widen, from being wide enough for one person to be wide enough for two people, and from being wide enough for two people to be wide enough for three people.

The moss on the cave walls was dwindling, while the number of stones was increasing. Some of the stones were engraved with ancient runes, which glowed faintly in the darkness, like pairs of eyes watching him.

He walked out of the tree hole.

Dragon Valley.

This is Dragon Valley.

Ling Feng stood at the entrance of Dragon Valley, gazing at the strange space before him, remaining motionless for a long time.

The sky was grayish-white, without sun, moon, or stars, just an eternal grayish-white, as if covered by a thick veil.

The earth was grayish-black, barren of vegetation, with only endless skeletons, like a boundless graveyard.

"Such a powerful and rich dragon aura! Even without any special opportunities, just by cultivating here, one could definitely reach the Title Douluo realm in less than three years."

"Moreover, these dragon energies are all remnants of the divine realm, and they can subtly change my martial soul."

Ling Feng walked along the road, taking small, gentle steps.

The bones were scattered on the ground, some of them weathered and crumbled into powder at the slightest touch.

Some still retain their original shape, with complete skeletons and outstretched dragon wings, as if they might come back to life at any moment.

There are the skeletons of a giant dragon, its body as large as a mountain, its frame lying across the ground, its ribs like rows of curved stone pillars.

There are pterosaur skeletons, their wings spread out, the wing membranes long since rotted away, leaving only the bony wing frames, like giant fans.

There are the skeletons of a serpentine dragon, with a slender body and a spine that extends out segment by segment, like a winding stone path.

There were countless skeletons of dragons whose names he did not know; some had horns on their heads, some had thorns on their backs, and some had hooked tails.

The air was thick with dragon energy, the energy left behind by countless fallen dragons, hundreds or thousands of times denser than the outside air.

The dragon's aura permeated the air like mist, reducing visibility to less than a hundred feet.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and the dragon energy surged into his body, resonating with his martial soul.

The Dark Dragon cheered, the Light Dragon murmured; they yearned, yearning to absorb the dragon energy, yearning to become stronger.

"In that case, let's begin."

He could feel his martial spirit vibrating, like two wild horses tethered by reins, trying to break free of his control.

But he didn't rush to absorb it.

He walked through Dragon Valley, past the withered bones, past the dragon bones, past the dragon souls.

Some of the dragon souls had lost their minds and were drifting in the air like wisps of gray mist.

Chapter 208 One Hundred Days of Dragon Burial

Sensing Ling Feng's presence, they drifted towards him, swirling around him and humming softly, as if recounting their past lives.

The murmur was very soft, like the sound of the wind, or like the sound of crying.

Ling Feng didn't chase them away; he just kept walking.

He walked for a long time, passing by one dragon skeleton after another, and through one dragon mist after another.

His shoes were worn thin, his clothes were soaked with mist, and a thin layer of white frost covered his hair, but he did not stop.

He didn't know where he was going; he just instinctively kept walking forward.

Dragon Valley is like a giant maze, with no road signs, no direction, only endless skeletons and dragon mist.

Ling Feng walked for a long time in Dragon Valley.

Dragon Valley was larger, more spacious, and quieter than he had imagined.

The sky is always gray and white, without the sun, the moon, or the stars, only an eternal gray and white, like a huge curtain hanging overhead.

The earth is always gray and black, without grass, flowers, or trees, only endless skeletons and rubble, like a boundless graveyard.

He walked for three days and three nights in Dragon Valley, passing by one dragon skeleton after another and through one dragon mist after another, but he did not find the exit of Dragon Valley, nor did he find the dragon souls that Gu Yuena had mentioned.

The dragon souls simply drifted by, neither attacking him nor communicating with him.