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

Xu Tianxing stood still, motionless, like a statue.

A morning breeze blew by, ruffling the hem of his nightgown. His fingers trembled slightly, his lips quivered, and tears glistened in his eyes.

But he didn't let his tears fall; he was the emperor and couldn't cry in front of his subjects.

"Summon the Crown Prince."

Xu Tianxing turned around and walked into the palace.

His back was straight, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

When Xu Shaoyang arrived, Xu Tianxing had already changed into his dragon robe and was sitting upright in the imperial study.

His face was still pale, but his eyes had returned to calm, revealing no emotion.

A nautical chart lay open in front of him, a route map between the Sun Moon Continent and the Douluo Continent.

Xu Tiangang's fleet followed this route.

Your uncle is dead.

Xu Tianxing's voice was very calm, so calm that it didn't sound like he was talking about someone's death, but more like he was stating a fact.

Xu Shaoyang's pupils suddenly contracted, his fingers clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

"Father, who did this?"

Xu Tianxing raised his head and looked at him, his eyes weary.

"The Spirit Hall, the Spirit Empire, the eternal Lingfeng."

Who else could it be but them?

He paused, "Your uncle is a level 94 Title Douluo, with the Martial Soul Sun."

The number of people who could kill him could be counted on one hand in the entire Douluo Continent.

Those elders of the Spirit Hall, and that Holy Son.

The Imperial Study remained silent for a long time.

The wisps of smoke from the incense burner rose gently and slowly dispersed in the air.

Xu Tianxing stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky outside.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the sun was bright; his younger brother would never see such a sky again.

"I want to send people to Douluo Continent."

Go gather information, go see how your uncle died, go see what the Spirit Empire is doing, go see just how strong they really are.

He turned around and looked at Xu Shaoyang.

"Let Xu Zhen go."

He is your uncle's son, and he has the right to know how his father died.

He also has the ability to investigate.

Xu Shaoyang paused for a moment, then his lips moved.

"Zhen'er... is only eighteen years old."

"Wouldn't it be too dangerous for a level 68 Soul Emperor to go to Douluo Continent?"

Xu Tianxing looked at him, his gaze deep.

"Eighteen years old is not young anymore."

When you were eighteen, you had already led troops into battle.

Xu Zhen is even stronger than you were back then. He's a level 68 Soul Emperor with the Sun Martial Soul; he's qualified to go.

He paused, then added, "And he didn't go alone."

I will give him one hundred Soul Masters, the best ships, and the best Soul Tools.

Tell him to come back alive.

Xu Shaoyang lowered his head.

"Yes."

Xu Tianxing didn't say anything more, he just looked out the window.

The sunlight shone on his face, highlighting the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the white hair at his temples.

His brother died, his nephew was going to his death, and his son was going to inherit his throne.

He's old, but he has a long road ahead of him.

Wuhun City, East Kindergarten.

The day of awakening the martial spirit has arrived.

Every year, the Spirit Hall's kindergarten holds a Spirit Awakening Ceremony for children who have turned six, which is presided over by a deacon sent by the Spirit Hall.

The children lined up and stepped forward one by one, placing their hands on the Awakening Stone.

Red martial soul, orange martial soul, yellow martial soul, green martial soul, cyan martial soul, blue martial soul.

Some are strong, some are weak, some are ordinary, and some are rare.

The parents stood outside the yard, tiptoeing to look inside, their faces filled with tension and anticipation.

Wang San stood in the middle of the line.

He is six years old this year. He is half a head shorter than his peers, thin, and has a pale face, but his eyes are black and bright, like two black gems.

He didn't know what his martial soul was, whether he had soul power, or whether he could become a soul master.

All he knew was that if he had a martial spirit and soul power, his mother would be happy.

He's happy when his mother is happy.

"Wang San."

The deacon called his name.

Wang San stepped forward and placed his hand on the Awakening Stone.

The stone was grayish-white, like an ordinary pebble, with ancient runes carved on it.

His hands were small, with slender fingers and thin calluses on his palms.

He closed his eyes, unsure of what he was expecting.

The Awakening Stone lit up.

It is not red, not orange, not yellow, not green, not cyan, not blue, not purple, not black.

It's blue, a light blue, like the color of the most ordinary wild grass in the fields in spring.

Blue Silver Grass.

But it wasn't just blue; there was a faint golden glint within that blue, so faint it was almost invisible.

The deacon's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared at the awakening stone, at the golden light, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

Blue Silver Grass, with innate full soul power.

He had witnessed countless martial soul awakenings, but he had never seen Blue Silver Grass possess such radiance.

His throat moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just made a note in his notebook.

"Wang San, his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and he has innate full soul power."

The children didn't know what it meant to have innate full soul power; they just stared curiously at the ray of blue light.

Chapter 219 The Asura God's Defenses Are Broken

Wang San didn't know either; he was just looking at his hand, watching the wisp of blue light flow through his fingers.

He wondered, "Is this my martial spirit?"

A blade of grass, an ordinary blade of grass.

He was somewhat disappointed, but he didn't show it.

Deep within the Spirit Hall lies a secret chamber.

The secret room was small, only about ten feet square, with defensive runes carved all over the walls and a futon placed in the center.

A woman sat on a futon. She wore a plain white dress, her hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her face was exquisitely beautiful, but her eyes were empty, like two dried-up wells.

She has been sitting in this secret room for many years.

She is Ah Yin, the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, Tang Hao's wife, and Tang San's mother.

She is trapped here, isolated from the world, and never sees the light of day.

Today, she suddenly opened her eyes.

She sensed it; she sensed the aura of the Blue Silver Grass.

It's not ordinary Blue Silver Grass; it's the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor, her bloodline.

The scent was very faint, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, but she caught it.

Her body began to tremble, her fingers clenched the hem of her clothes, and her knuckles turned white.

"my child……"

Her lips moved, emitting a hoarse voice, "My child is still alive... He's awakening his martial soul... His martial soul is Blue Silver Grass... I can feel it..."

Tears welled up in her eyes and silently streamed down her face.

She stood up, her legs felt weak, and she couldn't stand steadily.

She leaned against the wall, walked step by step to the door, and raised her hand to knock.

The guard's voice came from outside the door.

"what's up?"