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

Then he looked up at Ling Feng.

"You win."

His voice was calm, as if he were stating a trivial matter.

Ling Feng looked at him, put away the Panlong Staff, and said nothing.

The Asura God looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, carrying a hint of relief.

"Your path is longer than I imagined."

He turned and walked deeper into the palace, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

Ling Feng stood there, looking in the direction where the Asura God had disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.

Qian Renxue walked to his side and took his hand.

Ling Feng did not let go. He turned around and looked at the sky in the distance where the blood color was gradually fading, as if the mud of a thousand years had been washed away.

The sky in the realm of gods has finally brightened.

After the Asura God's figure disappeared into the depths of the palace, the entire Asura God Realm began to undergo a subtle and irreversible change.

The blood-red clouds that lingered year-round were gradually fading away, like an old piece of cloth that had been repeatedly soaked and dyed, finally being thrown into clear water.

The crimson color began to fade from the edges, revealing the grayish-white void beneath.

The crimson lightning ceased its crisscrossing, and the thunder gradually subsided, like a dying beast silencing itself at its last moment.

Ling Feng stood still, the Panlong Staff still in his hand, the golden dragon flames on the staff slowly extinguishing.

He could sense that the aura of the Asura God was fading away, not disappearing, but drifting away.

So far away that he could no longer perceive it.

Qian Renxue stood beside him, her holy sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and the golden light began to recede.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and there was sweat on her forehead, but her eyes were bright and clear, like the sea after a storm.

Chapter 287 Ordinary and Plain

The God of Destruction emerged from the void, his long purple hair fluttering in the breeze, his purple eyes holding an expression Ling Feng had never seen before, a mixture of relief and感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).

He looked at Ling Feng for a long time before finally saying, "He's gone."

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

Will he come back?

The God of Destruction shook his head.

No, it won't happen again.

His divine position is now empty.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"Where did he go?"

The God of Destruction thought for a moment.

"Go where he should go."

The goddess of life stood behind the god of destruction, her long green hair swaying gently in the breeze, a warm smile on her face.

Congratulations!

Her voice was soft, like the gentlest breeze in spring, "You did it."

Ling Feng turned around and looked at Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other for a while, but neither of them spoke.

Then Ling Feng spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "We won."

Qian Renxue nodded.

"Ok.

We won.

The gods of good and evil also came, standing at the other end of the void, watching them from afar.

The God of Kindness, dressed in a light-colored robe, smiled and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The God of Evil leaned against the God of Goodness, his long black hair cascading down. He gave a lazy smile without speaking, but the smile was enough to convey his attitude.

Ling Feng nodded to them in thanks.

The God of Destruction looked at Ling Feng and Qian Renxue.

“You are gods now.”

What are you planning to do?

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"Return to Wuhun Capital."

The God of Destruction looked at him.

"and then?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"Then, live your life well."

The God of Destruction laughed.

The smile was faint, but genuine.

"it is good."

He raised his hand, and a purple light shot out from his palm, entering Ling Feng's body.

"This is a gift from me to you."

Part of the power to destroy.

Make good use of it.

Ling Feng felt a warm power surge into his body, slowly merging with his martial soul, like a stream flowing into a great river.

Qian Renxue also received a gift from the Goddess of Life.

A green light entered her body, warm and gentle, like the first ray of sunshine in spring.

"Part of the authority of life."

The goddess of life spoke softly, “Use it to protect those you wish to protect.”

Qian Renxue nodded.

"Thank you."

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue stood side by side in the void, looking at the distant divine realm.

The sky behind them was slowly clearing up; the blood-red clouds had completely dissipated, revealing a clean blue sky.

They didn't look back, but transformed into two streaks of light and flew down to the lower realm.

On the city walls of Wuhun Capital, flags fluttered in the wind.

The setting sun bathed the entire city in gold. There weren't many pedestrians on the streets. Occasionally, someone would look up and see the two golden rays on the horizon, but they would only glance at them and not think much of it.

Jin Chen stood on the steps in front of the hall, carrying the Trident of the Sea God. He looked up and saw the two beams of light rapidly approaching, and his hands tightened slightly.

"came back?"

His voice was very soft.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue landed on the square in front of the offering hall.

Jin Chen looked at them and grinned.

"I'm back."

He didn't ask any more questions. Ling Feng and Qian Renxue had returned safely, which was the best outcome.

Inside the shrine, Qian Daoliu stood before the angel statue, his back to the door. Hearing footsteps, he did not turn around.

"You won?"

His voice was calm.

Ling Feng stepped forward.

"Won."

Qian Daoliu turned around, looked at him, then glanced at Qian Renxue, his gaze lingering on them for a long time before he nodded.

"That's good."

At night, a simple meal was laid out in the dining hall of the offering hall.

Jin Chen, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, and Zhu Zhuqing all came.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue sat at the table.

No one asked about the divine realm or the fate of the Asura God; they simply ate, drank, and chatted.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Jin Chen started to talk more, chatting about all sorts of things. The others would occasionally chime in, or just laugh.

Zhu Zhuqing sat in the corner, eating her meal quietly. Sometimes she would look up at Ling Feng and then look down again.

Ning Rongrong sat down next to her, served her food, and spoke softly.

As night deepened, the crowd dispersed.

Ling Feng stood on the steps of the offering hall, looking at the distant sky.

Qian Renxue walked to his side and stood side by side with him.