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

"Your mother has been imprisoned for a long time and cannot come to see you."

But your mother thinks of you constantly, every single day.

Chapter 220 I, Tang San, will forever be loyal to the Spirit Hall!

She choked back tears, "Little San, I'm so sorry."

Wang San looked at her, then suddenly reached out and wiped away the tears on her face.

His hands were small, with slender fingers, and the calluses on his palms were from doing chores around the house.

Ah Yin grasped his hand, placed it on her face, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

"Mother, don't cry."

Wang San's voice was very soft, "If you cry, I want to cry too."

Ah Yin pulled him into her arms and held him tightly.

Wang San leaned on her shoulder, his nose tingling and his eyes welling up with tears.

He didn't know why, but he just wanted to cry.

As the sun sets, the mother and son embrace, their shadows stretching long and thin.

The wind blew through the old locust tree, and the leaves rustled, as if sighing or offering a blessing.

The deacon stood at a distance, watching this scene without urging anyone to hurry.

Ling Feng stood by the window of the offering hall, looking at the distant sky.

That's the direction of the east side of the city, the direction of the kindergarten, the direction of Ah Yin and that child.

Qian Renxue stood beside him, looking at the sky with him.

"What kind of person do you think that child will become?"

Qianrenxue asked.

Ling Feng remained silent for a long time.

"have no idea.

But he will become who he wants to be.

Qian Renxue turned her head and looked at him.

You weren't like this before.

You used to only believe in strength, not in people's hearts.

Ling Feng looked at her.

"People's hearts are harder to predict than their strength."

I'm still learning.

Qian Renxue grasped his hand.

"I'll study with you."

Ling Feng didn't let go, watching the sky gradually darken.

The lights in the east of the city lit up one after another, twinkling like the Milky Way on earth.

His children will grow up under his watchful eye.

.........

The realm of gods, the realm of Asura gods.

Endless crimson clouds surged, beneath which lay a pitch-black palace.

There was no light in the palace, only eternal blood and darkness.

The Asura God sat high on his throne, one hand supporting his chin, his long crimson hair cascading down to his waist. His face was cold and stern, and his blood-red eyes pierced through the barrier of the divine realm, looking down into the mortal world.

His gaze traversed the mountains and rivers of Douluo Continent, passed through the walls and palaces of Wuhun City, and through the heavy defenses of the Hall of Worship, finally landing in a secret room.

There is a child there.

Six years old, thin and small, with a pale face and bright, dark eyes.

His martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, with innate full soul power—no, it's not just Blue Silver Grass, it's not just innate full soul power.

There is another soul inside him.

That soul slumbered deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, enveloped in a layer of golden light—a seal personally laid down by the Asura God.

That soul does not belong to this world; it comes from another time and space, another continent, and another civilization.

Its former name was Tang San, a disciple of the Tang Clan, a master of hidden weapons, and the successor of the Xuan Tian Gong.

It was smuggled out of the underworld by the Asura God and stuffed into the baby's body, waiting for the day it would awaken.

Once it awakens, the Tang Sect's hidden weapons, the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the Purple Demon Eye, the Ghost Shadow Mystery, and the Crane Control and Dragon Capture—knowledge and martial arts techniques not belonging to the Douluo Continent—will become this child's trump cards.

He will become an unprecedented genius, he will lead the Clear Sky Sect to revival, he will destroy the Spirit Hall, he will kill Qian Gu Ling Feng, and he will become the sharpest blade of the Asura God in the lower realm.

The Asura God looked at the sleeping soul, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Those were his carefully laid pieces, his trump cards used to deal with the God of Destruction, the Spirit Hall, and the Ancient Lingfeng.

He waited many years, waiting for this child to grow up, for this soul to awaken, for this sword to be drawn.

His fingers tapped lightly twice on the armrest of the throne.

Soon, in a few years, this child will be able to awaken his past life memories, begin to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and walk the path that he has paved for him.

His lips curled slightly upward, a faint smile carrying a sense of superior composure.

Just then, his gaze pierced through the walls of the Spirit Hall and fell upon Ah Yin.

The woman in white emerged from a secret chamber deep within the Spirit Hall, followed by a steward. They passed through palace gates and corridors, exiting the Spirit Hall and heading east towards the city.

The Asura God frowned slightly.

He knew that woman, Ah Yin, the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, Tang Hao's wife, and Tang San's mother.

She was imprisoned by the Spirit Hall for many years and never left that secret room.

She came out today.

The God of Asura's gaze followed her, passing through the streets of Wuhun City, through the alleys in the east of the city, and stopping at the entrance of the East City Kindergarten.

He saw her go inside, saw her kneel down, and hug the child.

Wang San, his chess piece, his ace, his knife.

The child leaned on her shoulder and cried.

The Asura God's finger stopped.

His expression began to change, from calm to gloomy, and from gloomy to ashen.

He saw it; he saw Ah Yin holding the child's hand, walking out of the kindergarten, onto the carriage, into the Spirit Hall, into the Hall of Offerings, and into a secret room.

It wasn't the same secret room as before; it was another one, deeper, more secluded, with more defensive runes and tighter guards.

He was placed under house arrest.

The Asura God suddenly stood up, and the throne behind him made a screeching sound.

His hands clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms, and a blood-red light seeped from between his fingers.

Two blood-red flames burned in his eyes, making his entire aura become violent.

"A Thousand Years of Soaring Wind!"

"How dare you, you brat!"

His voice boomed like thunder throughout the palace.

The entire Asura God Realm trembled, the blood-red clouds churned even more violently, and lightning flashed through them.

The Asura God paced back and forth in the palace, his steps becoming faster and faster, his breathing becoming increasingly disordered.

All the schemes he'd set up over the years, the pieces he'd waited for, the lines he'd laid out over the years, were rendered useless overnight.

The child was placed under house arrest, his memories of his past life were sealed, he could no longer practice his Xuan Tian Gong, he could no longer learn Tang Clan hidden weapons, and he could no longer practice his Purple Demon Eye, Ghost Shadow Misty Track, Crane Control and Dragon Capture.

He became a dead pawn, a dead pawn held in the hands of the Spirit Hall.

"good very good."

The Asura God's voice was calm, but that calmness was more terrifying than rage.

He stopped and stood at the edge of the palace, looking down at the world below.

His gaze pierced through the walls of the Spirit Hall, past the defensive runes of the Hall of Worship, and landed on that secret chamber.

The child sat on the bed, hugging his knees, head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Within him, the dormant soul still lingers, enveloped by his seal, yet to awaken.

However, his body has been controlled by the Spirit Hall, his upbringing has been altered by the Spirit Hall, and his thoughts, beliefs, and values ​​will all be shaped by the Spirit Hall.

He will become a child of the Spirit Hall, not his successor.

The Asura God closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

.........

The sky over the Killing City is always blood red.

Tang Chen sat in the stone chamber, his white hair as white as snow, his eyes bloodshot, holding a blood-red longsword in his hand, the runes on the sword flickering in the darkness.

His injuries had mostly healed. Ling Feng's punch had broken three of his ribs and damaged his internal organs, but for a level 99 Peerless Douluo, such injuries were nothing.

Chapter 221 Battle of Level 100

He closed his eyes and waited.