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

In the bushes, a rabbit crouched in the grass, its long ears perked up, alertly listening to the sounds around it.

It was pure white, without a single blemish, and its eyes were as red as two gemstones.

It was a size larger than an ordinary rabbit, and its soul power fluctuations were intense and pure; it was a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

Xiao Wu, a 100,000-year-old soft-boned rabbit.

She lived in this thicket for many years, cultivating from an ignorant little rabbit to a 100,000-year-old soul beast, experiencing countless trials and tribulations.

She had met many Soul Masters, some greedy, some cruel, and some kind.

But she had never met anyone like that before.

She saw the silvery-white streak of light rise from the depths of the Starry Sky Forest, pierce the night sky, and fly away into the distance.

In the flowing light, there were two figures: a woman with silver hair and golden eyes, and a boy with black hair and black eyes.

The woman exuded an aura that made her want to submit—the pressure of the dragon race, the pressure of the supreme ruler of the soul beasts.

The boy's aura was complex, containing the aura of a dragon, the aura of destruction, the aura of a holy dragon of light, and the aura of a holy dragon of darkness.

Chapter 211 Revisiting the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire

There was a familiar aura about him that made her want to get closer.

Xiao Wu watched the streak of light until it disappeared into the horizon.

She lowered her head and used her front paws to brush away the grass on the ground.

She's about to transform into human form.

For a 100,000-year-old soul beast to take human form, it must endure a heavenly tribulation, relinquish all its cultivation, and start anew as an infant.

She didn't know if she could succeed, whether she would be discovered by a Soul Master after transforming into human form, or whether she could survive.

But she didn't want to wait any longer.

She raised her head and looked again in the direction where the streak of light had disappeared.

Who is that boy?

Where did he go?

Will he come back?

she does not know.

All she knew was that she remembered him.

Under the moonlight, a snow-white rabbit crouched in the bushes, looking up at the brightest star in the sky.

She watched for a long time, so long that the moon moved from the east to the west.

Then she turned and disappeared into the depths of the bushes.

That silvery-white streak flew through the night sky for an entire night.

As dawn approached, Ling Feng and Gu Yuena landed at the edge of Sunset Forest.

He has been here many times.

The first time was when I was six years old, when I followed Dugu Bo to collect immortal herbs.

At that time, he consumed the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass and the Fiery Apricot Delight, which tempered him into a physique impervious to ice and fire.

The second time was when he was eleven years old, when he came to collect the dragon energy of Crimson Flame and Frost.

At that time, he was only level 68, and couldn't even withstand one unit of original dragon energy.

This time, he reached level 90 and came to retrieve their soul rings.

Gu Yuena stood at the edge of the forest, looking at the dense forest in front of her.

Her spiritual power probed into the forest, sensing the location of the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, as well as the two dormant auras.

"They're still here."

Gu Yuena's voice was very soft, "They have sensed me."

Ling Feng nodded.

"Let's go."

The two entered the Sunset Forest.

The deeper you go, the higher the temperature becomes, the more humid the air becomes, and the more sulfurous the smell permeates the air.

Ling Feng unleashed the power of the Holy Dragon of Light, and the silvery-white light illuminated the path ahead.

Gu Yuena walked ahead, her long silver hair fluttering in the night breeze.

After walking for most of the night, the familiar valley appeared ahead.

The valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with a small basin in the middle.

In the center of the basin, two springs, one red and one white, coexist. The red spring is as hot as flames, while the white spring is icy cold. The confluence of the two springs is shrouded in mist, creating a unique scene.

The Eye of Ice and Fire is one of the three great treasure basins in the world.

Gu Yuena stood by the spring, looking at the two pools of water.

She gazed at it for a long time, so long that the mist dampened her hair and condensed into fine droplets on her eyelashes.

“Red Flame.

Frost.

Gu Yuena's voice was very soft, "I've come to see you all."

Deep underground, two dormant auras awakened.

One was as hot as fire, the other as cold as frost.

They rose from the depths of the earth, transforming into two illusory figures that hovered in front of Gu Yuena.

Its entire body was crimson red, and flames raged all around it.

Its head was entirely ice-blue, and its body was surrounded by a chilling aura.

The Fire Dragon King is ablaze with crimson flames, while the Water Dragon King is ablaze with frost.

Their gazes fell on Gu Yuena, their crimson and ice-blue eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Silver Dragon King, it's been a long time."

The sound of the crimson flames was like a volcanic eruption.

Han Shuang didn't speak, but looked at Gu Yuena, a hint of tenderness in her icy blue dragon eyes.

Gu Yuena looked at them and remained silent for a moment.

“I have come for him.”

She looked at Ling Feng.

Chi Yan and Han Shuang's gazes fell on Ling Feng.

They recognized him, the human boy who had come to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire at the age of six to seek dragon energy.

"You're level 90?"

Chi Yan's voice carried a hint of surprise.

Ling Feng nodded.

Level 90.

The eighth spirit ring, five hundred thousand years old, is from the torso of the Mountain Dragon King.

Chi Yan and Han Shuang exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Chi Yan lowered his head and looked at Ling Feng, his crimson dragon eyes filled with complex emotions.

"You want my and Frost's soul rings?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"I want the ninth spirit ring."

Millions of years.

Chi Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

The laughter was like thunder, shaking the entire valley.

"A million-year soul ring? You've got quite the nerve."

Ling Feng remained silent.

Han Shuang lowered her head and looked at Ling Feng, her icy blue dragon eyes filled with tenderness.

"I promised you that you could come here when you reach level 90."

Now that you've arrived, it's time for me to fulfill my promise.

She looked at Chi Yan.

"Red Flame, what about you?"

Chi Yan remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I also agreed."

"I keep my word."

It lowered its head and looked at Ling Feng, "But you need to think carefully. My soul ring and Frost's soul ring are at the million-year level, which is not something you can easily withstand."

You might die.

Ling Feng looked at it.

"I am not afraid of death."

Chi Yan looked at Ling Feng, his crimson dragon eyes filled with complex emotions.

It remembered the day the Dragon God fell many years ago.

It's the same way; it's not afraid of death.