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

On the fifth day, Ling Feng saw a huge dragon skeleton, larger than any he had seen before.

The dragon bones lay prostrate on the ground, like a mountain.

Its ribs were like rows of huge stone pillars, towering into the clouds, each one thicker than Ling Feng's body.

Its spine is like a winding mountain range, stretching from the dragon's head to its tail, with no end in sight.

Its limbs were as thick as mountains, and its claws were deeply embedded in the earth, as if it were still grasping at something.

The skull stands tall, and even after turning into bones, it still exudes an air of unparalleled majesty.

"Is this the Mountain Dragon King?"

"As expected of the Dragon God's right-hand man, even after so many years of death, he remains so terrifying."

Mountain Dragon King.

One of the most powerful dragon kings under the Dragon God, wielding authority over the land.

Ling Feng stood in front of the Mountain Dragon King's bones for a long time.

He sensed a trace of dragon soul remaining within the dragon bones.

It was very faint, fainter than a candle flickering in the wind, but it was still there.

That wisp of dragon soul slumbered within the skull of the Mountain Dragon King.

Ling Feng knelt down and kowtowed three times to the skull of the Mountain Dragon King.

Suddenly, a yellowish-brown light shone from within the skull. The light was faint, but it carried a vast and profound power, like the earth itself.

A phantom emerged from the light; it was a giant dragon, its body as large as a mountain, its entire body earthy yellow, its scales etched with patterns of mountains and rivers.

Its eyes were yellowish-brown, like two parched lands.

Mountain Dragon King.

Its dragon soul hasn't dissipated yet, but it will soon.

It looked down at Ling Feng, its earth-yellow dragon eyes showing no malice, only a weary, timeless calm.

“Human, you possess the aura of a dragon.”

Its sound was deep, like the earth trembling.

Ling Feng raised his head.

"My martial souls are the Dark Holy Dragon and the Light Holy Dragon."

The Mountain Dragon King remained silent for a moment.

"Dark Holy Dragon, Light Holy Dragon."

I recognize them; they are dragon kings from a very long time ago.

The Dark Dragon rules over darkness and destruction, while the Light Dragon rules over light and judgment.

They are the two most powerful Dragon Kings under the Dragon God, second only to the Dragon God in strength.

It paused, then said, "They all perished."

I witnessed their demise with my own eyes.

Ling Feng remained silent.

The Mountain Dragon King looked at Ling Feng.

What brings you to Dragon Valley?

Ling Feng looked at it.

"Become stronger."

The Mountain Dragon King was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

The smile was faint, like a crack appearing in parched earth.

"Get stronger?"

Dragon Valley is indeed filled with countless dragon energies, countless dragon bones, and countless dragon souls.

But none of these are yours.

The dragon's aura will dissipate, the dragon's bones will weather away, and the dragon's soul will perish.

No matter how much you absorb, you can't take it with you when you leave.

Ling Feng looked at it.

"What can I take with me?"

The Mountain Dragon King looked at Ling Feng, a complex emotion flashing in his earth-yellow dragon eyes.

"I have been waiting here for a long time, waiting for someone, someone who can fulfill my last wish."

My last wish is very simple.

They buried all the dragon corpses in Dragon Valley.

They've stood here exposed to the wind and sun for countless years; looking at them, my heart aches."

Ling Feng's pupils contracted slightly. It had come after all. The Hundred Days of Dragon Burial!

They buried all the dragons' remains.

How many dragon skeletons are there in Dragon Valley?

Thousands upon thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands.

How long will he be buried with just his two hands?

"Are you willing?"

The Mountain Dragon King asked.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"willing."

The Mountain Dragon King looked at Ling Feng, a hint of relief flashing in his earth-yellow dragon eyes.

"I will give you one hundred days."

Within one hundred days, you must bury all the remains of the dragons in Dragon Valley. You are not allowed to use soul power, soul skills, or any tools; you can only use your own hands.

For every body you bury, I will record it for you.

If you complete this task in one hundred days, I will give you my own torso.

That is the most precious part of me, containing the power of the earth's authority.

It allows you to resonate with the earth, elevating your defenses to unimaginable heights.

Ling Feng looked at him.

"What if we can't finish it?"

The Mountain Dragon King looked at him.

"If you don't finish, you'll die in Dragon Valley."

"I will not let you leave alive; the secrets of Dragon Valley must not be revealed."

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"it is good."

The phantom of the Mountain Dragon King slowly dissipated.

Ling Feng stood up, looked at the endless skeletons in Dragon Valley, and took a deep breath.

He bent down, picked up the skeleton of a small dragon, held it in both hands, and walked towards a clearing at the edge of Dragon Valley.

He crouched down and used his hands to dig through the hard soil, again and again.

The hard soil, mixed with gravel and fragments of dragon bone, wore his nails down, causing blood to seep from his fingertips.

He didn't stop, he kept digging.

The first dragon skeleton has been buried.

Ling Feng stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned to walk towards the second body.

On the first day, he buried twelve bodies.

They were all small dragon skeletons, the largest being no more than a person's length.

His hands were blistered, and when the blisters burst, they revealed tender, red skin that was excruciatingly painful to the touch.

He didn't stop.

On the seventh day, he buried more than a hundred bodies.

His hands were no longer recognizable; they were covered in wounds, scabs, and dirt.

Three pieces of my nail broke off, and the remaining pieces also cracked.

He didn't stop.

On the seventeenth day, he buried more than three hundred bodies.

His knees were swollen from kneeling, he couldn't straighten his back, and his eyes were bloodshot.

But he didn't stop.

On the twenty-seventh day, he buried more than five hundred bodies.

He found that his hands were beginning to harden, not from swelling after the injury, but from a strange hardening, as if some force was reshaping his skin.

He didn't know what it was, but he didn't stop.

On the thirty-seventh day, he buried more than eight hundred bodies.

His hands had stopped bleeding, the wounds had scabbed over, and the scabs had fallen off, revealing new skin.

Chapter 209 Finally Breaking Through the Title Douluo Realm