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

Ling Feng's newly achieved level 96 soul power was also stabilized thanks to the rewards from the Divine Trial.

Six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The walls of Wuhun City are higher and thicker, with countless defensive runes added, each one crafted by a Title Douluo.

The banners of the angel legion fluttered in the wind, and the golden angels and dragons shone brightly in the sunlight.

The lives of the people in the city remained peaceful. They were unaware that the Sun and Moon Continent was coming, unaware of the war in the God Realm, and unaware of the Asura God's conspiracy.

All they knew was that the Spirit Empire was becoming stronger and stronger, and their lives were getting better and better.

Qian Renxue stood by the window of the offering hall, looking at the sunlight outside.

Her holy sword hung at her waist, and her nine spirit rings pulsed rhythmically. The ninth golden spirit ring, which had been there for 300,000 years, shone like another sun in the sunlight.

Her aura was very strong; she was a level 98 Title Douluo, the eighth trial of the Angel God.

Over the past six years, she has completed the first seven tests of the Angelic Trials, and the eighth test is currently underway.

The eighth test is to break through level 99 and refine the full power of the Angelic Armor.

She is just one step away from reaching level 99.

Jin Chen stood on the training ground, holding the Trident of the Sea God in his hand, his nine soul rings pulsating up and down.

His seventh spirit ring is a blue, 100,000-year divine-given spirit ring, his eighth spirit ring is a red, 100,000-year spirit ring, and he does not yet have a ninth spirit ring.

His aura was very strong; he was an 89th-level Soul Douluo, and had passed the sixth of the Nine Trials of the Sea God.

Over the past six years, he has completed the first five of the Nine Trials of Poseidon, and the sixth trial is currently underway.

The sixth test is to hunt down a 200,000-year-old sea spirit beast alone in the endless sea and obtain its soul bone.

This is difficult for him.

Ning Rongrong stood on the steps of the offering hall, the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda spinning in her palm.

She is twelve years old this year. She has a ponytail, wears a pink dress, has a round face, and big eyes.

Her aura was not weak; she was a level 41 Soul Master with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda possessing innate full soul power.

For six years, she cultivated in the Spirit Hall, learning swordsmanship from Chen Xin, etiquette from Qian Renxue, and cultivation from Ling Feng.

She has grown much taller and more sensible, but she still likes to smile.

Ling Feng stood before the angel statue in the shrine.

His dragon-patterned staff was slung diagonally behind him, and his nine spirit rings pulsed up and down. The ninth golden million-year spirit ring shone like another sun in the candlelight.

His aura was very strong; he was a level 99 Peerless Douluo, undergoing the seventh trial of the God of Destruction.

Of course, the Golden Sacred Dragon Martial Soul also gained three more million-year soul rings.

Over the past six years, he has completed the first six tests of the God of Destruction, and the seventh test is underway.

The seventh test is to single-handedly slay a million-year-old soul beast phantom in the Domain of Destruction and obtain its soul ring.

He went twice and failed both times, nearly dying in the Domain of Destruction each time.

But he didn't give up; he's going for his third time tomorrow.

Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, his white hair as white as snow, his gaze deep and profound.

His aura was still at level 100. He was seriously injured in the battle six years ago and it took him half a year to recover.

But his realm did not fall; his strength remained at the god level.

He looked at Qian Renxue, Ling Feng, Jin Chen, Ning Rongrong, and the young faces in the Hall of Worship, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"The Sun and Moon Continent is coming."

One year left.

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm, "Are you ready?"

Qian Renxue turned around and looked at him.

"Ready."

Jin Chen gripped the Trident of Poseidon tightly.

"Ready."

Ning Rongrong raised the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

"I'm ready too."

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Ready."

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"That's good."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant sky.

That's the direction of the East Sea, the direction of the Sun and Moon Continent, and the direction of the Asura God.

A year is neither a long nor a short time.

He wanted to use this final year to bring the Martial Soul Empire to its best condition in preparation for the impending war.

He has lived for over a hundred years, never feared anyone, and never lost a battle, nor will he this time.

Chapter 238 Dai Mubai escapes, maid Zhu Zhuqing

Six years is but a blink of an eye in the Douluo Continent.

However, for the Star Luo Empire, these six years were an extremely agonizing period.

After the Spirit Empire unified the continent, the Heavenly Dou and Star Luo Empires submitted one after another, but the phrase "first come, first served" became a constraint on the Star Luo Empire for the next six years.

The Heaven Dou Empire submitted early, and Emperor Xue Ye, recognizing the opportune moment, sent Xue Qinghe to the Martial Soul Capital to pay homage, offering up the Heaven Dou Empire's accumulated wealth of hundreds of years.

The people of the Tiandou homeland are living better and better lives. In terms of Soul Master training, food supply, and Soul Guidance Device equipment, they are ahead of the Star Luo Empire in every aspect.

The Star Luo Empire is different.

Dai Tianfeng initially refused Qian Renxue with a firm attitude, and although he eventually yielded to the situation, the higher-ups of the Spirit Hall remembered it clearly.

The Star Luo Empire was already poorer than the Heavenly Dou Empire, and with limited funding, they were struggling to make ends meet.

Dai Tianfeng has grown old; most of his hair has turned white. He spends his days sitting in the palace, staring blankly at the sky outside the window.

The Third Prince, Dai Mubai, refused to accept his fate.

After the Martial Soul Empire unified the country, the power of the Star Luo royal family was greatly reduced. The princes spent their days attending court, discussing matters, and reviewing memorials, living like caged birds.

Dai Mubai is fifteen years old this year. His martial soul is the White Tiger, and he is a level 33 Soul Master. He is the most outstanding genius in the entire Star Luo Empire royal family in the past hundred years.

He didn't want to be trapped in the palace for the rest of his life, nor did he want to be bound by a marriage alliance. His father had arranged for him to marry Zhu Zhuqing, the eldest daughter of the Zhu family, a girl he had never met.

He's leaving.

There was no moon the night I left.

Dai Mubai, carrying a small bundle, slipped out of the palace through a side gate.

The guards at the gate saw him, lowered their heads, and pretended not to see him.

The soldiers at the city gate hesitated for a moment, but then opened the side gate.

"Your Highness, where are you going?" the soldier asked in a low voice.

Dai Mubai looked at him. "Go find my way."

The soldiers dared not ask any more questions.

Dai Mubai walked out of the city gate without looking back.

His bundle contained only a few changes of clothes, a bag of dry food, a jade pendant, and a letter.

The letter contained only a few words: Your son has gone to find his own path, do not worry about me.

He was going to Shrek Academy, where he heard that they didn't look at students' backgrounds, only their talents.

He wants to make a name for himself through his own abilities.

When news of Dai Mubai's departure reached the Zhu family, Zhu Zhuqing was practicing in the training room.

She is twelve years old this year, with a long ponytail, wearing a black outfit, with a cool and aloof face, and eyes like autumn water in a cold pool.

Her martial soul is the Netherworld Cat; she is a level 27 Great Soul Master and the eldest daughter of the Zhu family.

Unlike other girls, she didn't like cosmetics; she only liked cultivating her skills.

She has been cultivating ever since she awakened her martial spirit at the age of six, day after day, without interruption.

"Miss, the Third Prince... the Third Prince has left." The maid's voice came from outside the door, trembling slightly.

Zhu Zhuqing withdrew the illusory image of the Netherworld Cat and turned around. "Where did it go?"

The maid bowed her head. "I don't know. She only left a letter saying she was going to find her own way."

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent for a moment.

She had no feelings for Dai Mubai. They had never met and were only bound together by a marriage contract.

She felt no disappointment, no anger, and not even a flicker of emotion.

She just found it a little ridiculous that he ran away, leaving her with a mess to clean up.

"Understood." She continued her cultivation.

However, the next day, her father called her to his study.

Duke Zhu Tianyun of the White Tiger sat behind his desk, a letter in his hand, his brows furrowed.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in front of the desk, looking at her father's expression, and a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

"Zhu Qing, Mu Bai is gone." Zhu Tianyun sighed. "His Majesty sent word that... he wants you to go to Martial Soul Capital."

Zhu Zhuqing's brows furrowed sharply. "Martial Soul Capital? What for?"

Zhu Tianyun looked at her with guilt in his eyes.