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

The goddess of life looked at him.

"What are you going to do?"

The God of Destruction remained silent for a moment.

"wait.

Let him make the first move.

The goddess of life remained silent.

The atmosphere in the divine realm began to become tense.

Those gods who usually hid in their respective domains sensed the unusual aura and shut down their domains one after another.

The gods of good and evil also closed their domains, not wanting to get involved in this battle.

Only the God of Destruction and the God of Asura, two divine realms facing each other from afar, seemed to be waiting for something.

The lower realm, the capital of martial spirits.

Ling Feng sat on the steps of the offering hall, basking in the sun and looking at the distant sky.

He didn't know what was happening in the realm of gods, but he could feel the invisible pressure.

It was as if a pair of eyes were watching him.

Zhu Zhuqing walked out of the offering hall, holding a cup of tea, and approached Ling Feng.

"Holy Son, have some tea."

Ling Feng took the tea and took a sip.

"Thank you."

Zhu Zhuqing stood beside him, following his gaze to the sky.

"Holy Son, what are you looking at?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"Looking at the realm of gods."

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback.

"The realm of gods?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ok.

Someone is waiting for me there.

Zhu Zhuqing did not ask any further questions.

She simply stood there, keeping Ling Feng company, gazing together at the distant sky.

Autumn comes exceptionally early in Wuhun City.

The war in Haifeng City had only ended less than a month ago, and the leaves of the sycamore trees outside the city had already begun to turn yellow. When the wind blew, they fell all over the ground.

Ling Feng sat on the steps in front of the offering hall, holding a cup of tea in his hand. The tea had gone cold, but he didn't drink it.

Qian Daoliu sat beside him, holding a pair of scissors, trimming a pot of golden chrysanthemums.

The old man moved slowly and carefully, as if he were doing something important.

"The war is over."

Qian Daoliu cut off a withered leaf. "What are your plans?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"Continue the divine test."

Qian Daoliu put down the scissors and looked at him.

"The Eighth Trial of the God of Destruction?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ah."

Qian Daoliu thought for a moment.

"how long it takes?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"have no idea.

But this time it won't last long.

Qian Daoliu nodded.

Go ahead.

"I'll be watching over the Spirit Empire."

Ling Feng stood up.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qian."

Ling Feng returned to the Hall of Offerings and took out the purple token.

The token felt slightly warm in my palm, and a purple light emanated from its surface, flickering as if it were breathing.

He closed his eyes and focused his mental energy into the depths of the token.

The phantom of the God of Destruction appeared before him, with long purple hair, purple eyes, and an aura of destruction surrounding him. A hint of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

"The Eighth Examination".

The God of Destruction's voice was soft, "Go to the realm of the gods."

To destroy the divine realm.

I'm waiting for you.

Ling Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

"To the realm of the gods?"

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Can I go to the realm of gods now?"

The God of Destruction looked at him.

You are now level 100.

At level 100, one can become a god.

Your body is now able to withstand the pressure from the divine realm.

"Come and destroy the divine realm, and I will tell you the contents of the eighth trial."

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"it is good."

The purple phantom vanished, and the token returned to calm.

Ling Feng gripped the token tightly, stood up, and walked out of the offering hall.

Qian Renxue stood in the courtyard, having clearly heard the entire conversation, and looked at him.

"You're going to the realm of gods?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ah."

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"I go with you."

Ling Feng shook his head.

"no.

The realm of gods is dangerous.

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"It's more dangerous for you to go alone."

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"Wait for me to come back."

Qian Renxue looked into his eyes and nodded.

"it is good."

The next morning, Ling Feng stood in the plaza of the Hall of Worship, his nine spirit rings pulsating up and down, the ninth golden spirit ring resembling another sun.

He took a deep breath, activated his soul power, and a golden beam of light shot up from his body, piercing through the clouds and shooting straight into the sky.

A crack appeared in the sky, and golden light poured out from it, illuminating the entire Martial Soul City.

Ling Feng unfurled his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the horizon.

The realm of gods, the realm of destruction.

Purple lightning intertwined in the void, like countless giant purple pythons writhing.

The God of Destruction stood at the edge of the divine realm, hands behind his back, watching the stream of light fly down from the lower realm and land in front of him.

He looked at Ling Feng with deep eyes.

"The eighth test: survive seven days in the abyss of destruction."

Ling Feng looked at him.

Where is the Abyss of Destruction?

The God of Destruction raised his hand and pointed to the depths of the divine realm.

There was a huge rift there, like a scar, stretching across the void. Purple light constantly surged from the rift, carrying a chilling aura.