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

That skin wasn't ordinary skin; it was a pale gold color with faint, earthy yellow veins, like cracks in the earth.

He still didn't stop.

On the fifty-seventh day, he buried more than 1,500 bodies.

His hands had completely changed; the pale golden skin was covered with yellowish-brown lines, and his nails had grown back, thicker and harder than before.

His strength has also increased significantly. What used to require two hands to move, he can now lift with one hand.

On the seventy-seventh day, he buried more than two thousand bodies.

He began moving the enormous dragon bones; it took him dozens of trips to move the skeleton of a single dragon.

His hands were now able to withstand the sharp stumps of the dragon bone; the edges that used to leave bloody cuts now felt like smooth stones in his hands.

On the ninetieth day, he buried more than three thousand bodies.

He began moving the largest dragon bones near the Mountain Dragon King, each one taking him a whole day to complete.

His hands had turned completely to an earthy gold color, and the lines on his skin resembled a miniature map, with mountains, rivers, and ravines.

His aura also changed, becoming more composed and profound, like a mountain.

On the hundredth day, the last dragon skeleton was buried in the ground.

Ling Feng knelt on the ground, his hands braced in the mud, panting heavily.

His clothes were tattered, his hair was a mess, and his face was covered in dirt and scabs, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

His hands were planted in the soil, and he could feel the pulse deep within the earth, like a heartbeat, one beat after another.

He closed his eyes and quietly felt the pulse.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before, as if he had become one with the earth, as if he could hear the earth's voice, as if he could touch the earth's soul.

An earthy yellow light surged from the ground, enveloping his entire body.

In the light, the phantom of the Mountain Dragon King appeared, looking down at Ling Feng with eyes full of satisfaction.

"You've finished."

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at the Mountain Dragon King.

"Three thousand six hundred and seventy-two bodies."

Not one less, not one more.

The Mountain Dragon King looked at Ling Feng's hands, which had completely turned into an earth-gold color.

It stared at it for a long time, then laughed.

"I keep my word."

"The torso bones are yours."

An earthy yellow light surged from the ground, coalescing into a piece of earthy gold soul bone.

The soul bone was entirely made of earth and gold, and was covered with patterns of mountains and rivers. Each pattern contained the original power of the Mountain Dragon King.

It hovered in front of Ling Feng, slowly rotating, and with each rotation, a circle of earthy yellow ripples spread out.

Ling Feng reached out and caught the soul bone.

The moment the soul bone entered his body, a vast and powerful force surged into him.

That was not the warmth of the Holy Dragon of Light, nor the rage of the Holy Dragon of Darkness, nor the destruction of the God of Destruction; it was the power of the earth—solid, steady, and eternally unchanging.

That power surged into his meridians, his bones, and his blood, merging with his body and creating a wondrous resonance with the Holy Dragon of Light and the Holy Dragon of Darkness within him.

His aura began to surge, reaching the peak of level 86, level 87, the peak of level 87, and level 88.

It climbed all the way to the peak of level 90 before stopping.

The Mountain Dragon King's torso bones not only bring an increase in soul power, but also a soul bone skill: Earth Armor.

After casting it, it can condense a golden-brown armor around the body, with extremely strong defensive power, capable of withstanding the full-force attack of a level 98 Title Douluo.

At the same time, the Earth Armor will merge with his body, making his skin as hard as iron and greatly increasing his strength.

The phantom of the Mountain Dragon King grew fainter and fainter, like a piece of ice slowly melting in the sunlight.

It looked at Ling Feng with a sense of relief in its eyes.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

You've finally arrived.

Ling Feng knelt on one knee.

"Thank you, senior, for your help."

The Mountain Dragon King shook his head, then suddenly laughed.

"I have not granted your wish."

You made yourself who you are.

One hundred days, three thousand six hundred and seventy-two dragon skeletons, all with one pair of hands.

"I've lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and I've never seen anyone as reckless as you."

Its voice grew softer and softer, "Live well."

"See for yourself the future of this continent."

Its form completely vanished, transforming into countless golden-yellow specks of light that merged into the land of Dragon Valley.

Ling Feng stood there, head down, for a long time.

Then he looked up at the empty spaces in Dragon Valley that had once been filled with withered bones.

The open spaces were covered with soil, flat and smooth, as if they had never been dug.

Those dragons were finally laid to rest.

Ling Feng turned around and walked towards the exit of Dragon Valley.

His hands were stuck in the soil, and he felt the warmth of the earth.

The temperature was just right, neither too high nor too low.

It's neither warm nor cold, but a sense of security and comfort.

Ling Feng clenched his fist, feeling the power emanating from the depths of the earth.

The mountain dragon king's torso bones slowly rotated inside his body, releasing a golden-earth light with each rotation.

The light seeped into his bones, his meridians, and his blood.

He could feel his body undergoing some kind of change, becoming more resilient, more robust, and more composed.

He didn't know how long he had been walking.

There is no time in Dragon Valley, only endless space and eternal silence.

He walked through the open spaces where dragon bones were buried, through the dragon mist that once lingered with dragon souls, and through the stone walls engraved with ancient runes.

He didn't turn around, because there was no need to.

The dragon bones have been buried, the dragon soul has found peace, and its mission has been accomplished.

The exit of Dragon Valley appeared ahead, a golden-yellow gate of light.

The Mountain Dragon King used his last strength to open a path for him to leave.

Ling Feng stood in front of the light gate and glanced back at Dragon Valley.

Dragon Valley remains gray and white, silent and empty.

But it's different now. Those withered bones have been buried, those dragon souls have found peace, and its mission has been completed.

Ling Feng stepped into the portal of light.

On the other side of the portal was the swamp of the Star Dou Great Forest. The withered trees and tree hollows were still there, but the darkness inside the tree hollows had disappeared.

Ling Feng stood in front of the withered tree, looking at the hollow in the tree, and remained silent for a moment.

He looked down at his hands, those earth-gold hands.

The dragon was buried for a hundred days, leaving behind the torso and bones of the mountain dragon king.

He did it.

He made it out of Dragon Valley alive.

The exit of Dragon Valley is located in the center of the swamp deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

When Ling Feng stepped out of the earth-gold light gate, his feet landed on the soft, wet mud, which was up to his ankles and carried a putrid smell.

He looked down at his hands. The golden light was slowly fading, revealing his original skin tone, but the fine lines on his skin did not disappear, as if the cracks in the earth were forever etched on his hands.

He stood in front of the withered tree and took a deep breath.

The air in the swamp was foul and damp, mixed with the smell of rotting water plants and silt, but this was the first time in a hundred days that he had smelled the scent of humankind, which made him feel particularly at home.

Di Tian stood at the edge of the swamp.

Chapter 210 The Choice of the Ninth Soul Ring

He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a black robe, his golden vertical pupils piercing through the thick poisonous fog and landing on Ling Feng.

He has been waiting here for a hundred days, motionless, like a statue.

His black robe was covered in dust, and his hair was covered in a thin layer of white frost, but he didn't care.

He was just waiting.

His gaze lingered on Ling Feng for a long time.

He saw the changes in Ling Feng: his earth-gold hands, his steady, mountain-like steps, and his aura that blended seamlessly with the earth.

His pupils contracted slightly.

"You broke through?"

Di Tian's voice was very deep.