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

He always wanted to watch a little longer, but each time he couldn't finish watching before it got dark.

He didn't feel regret.

He knew he would come again tomorrow, and that the sun would set in the same place again tomorrow evening.

One night, the wind was strong, making the old locust tree in the yard rustle.

Ling Feng sat on the veranda, the moonlight shining brightly on the bluestone ground.

He closed his eyes and felt the flow of soul power within his body.

They used to resemble a rushing river, but now they are more like a calm lake.

Rivers have a direction, lakes do not.

The lake is just there, not in a hurry to go anywhere.

The moonlight fell on his face, feeling slightly cool.

He sat with his eyes closed for a long time, so long that the wind stopped and the moon moved from the east to its zenith.

When he opened his eyes, he noticed some subtle changes in his soul power.

It's not that there's more of it, nor that it's become stronger; it's that it's become quieter.

Like a pool of water that has been stirred up, it has finally settled down, revealing its clear bottom.

Those details that were previously overlooked or concealed have now become clear.

He saw the finest lines in his meridians and the previously unnoticed corners deep within his martial soul.

He suddenly recalled the scene when he first awakened his spirit at the Spirit Hall when he was six years old—at that time, his spirit was the Dark Holy Dragon, and later he awakened the Light Holy Dragon.

He has been using them for years, but has rarely learned about them.

He was just using it, not listening.

He opened his eyes. The moonlight was still bright, and the shadow of the old locust tree lay motionless in the courtyard.

He got up and went back inside. Without turning on the lights, he sat down in the darkness, closed his eyes, and once again sank into that quiet, aimless feeling.

Ling Feng began to spend more time alone, sometimes sitting in the training ground, sometimes on the city wall, and sometimes under the old locust tree.

He doesn't practice martial arts or meditate; he just sits quietly in place, like a tree.

He could feel his martial spirit changing.

It's not about becoming stronger, but about becoming clearer.

He could feel its outline, hear its breathing, and see it stretching inside him.

It was no longer a tool he used, but more like a river, flowing slowly through his body.

He suddenly realized something—this path isn't about where you're going, but about walking it long enough that you can see every step you take become a part of you.

Autumn has come again.

The leaves of the paulownia trees in Wuhun City turned yellow again, and when the wind blew, they fell all over the ground.

Ling Feng sat on the steps in front of the ancestral hall, watching the leaves fall onto the bluestone slabs and at his feet.

He reached out and picked up a leaf, turning it over and examining it for a while.

The veins of the leaves are clearly visible, like a small map, and the withered yellow color shines with a warm luster in the sunlight.

He put the leaf back on the ground and didn't take it with him.

Qian Renxue came out of the offering hall and sat down beside him.

She asked, "What are you looking at?"

Ling Feng looked at the fallen leaf.

"finish watching."

They sat on the steps for quite a while longer.

The wind blew slowly in the yard, occasionally swirling up a leaf or two before letting it fall again.

Qian Renxue turned her head and glanced at Ling Feng.

His gaze fell on the fallen leaf, yet it seemed to have already passed over it, looking towards a more distant place.

She looked away and didn't say anything more, just sat quietly.

Autumn is long, and the days seem to pass slowly.

Ling Feng knew that this was for the best.

On the day Ling Feng resumed his cultivation, a thin mist rose in the early morning.

The mist drifted in from the fields outside the city, not thick, like someone had boiled a pot of water at the foot of a distant mountain, and the steam had not yet dissipated.

The branches and leaves of the old locust tree in the yard were faintly visible in the mist, with tiny water droplets hanging on the edges of the leaves, as if they had just been washed by dew.

He stood in the training ground, wearing an old black training uniform with the cuffs worn and faded.

He didn't take the dragon-patterned staff; he just stood there empty-handed, closed his eyes, and felt the coolness of the mist falling on his face.

He didn't make a move at first.

He simply stood there, like a tree awakening.

He could feel his heartbeat, traveling from his chest to his limbs, slow and strong.

He could feel his own breathing, the air entering his lungs through his nostrils, carrying the scent of earth and grass, slightly cool and moist.

He heard the sound of the leaves of the old locust tree in the courtyard being blown by the wind, the footsteps of the soldiers changing guard under the city wall in the distance, and the sound of Qian Renxue opening the window in the sacrificial hall.

He was not disturbed by the sounds; they flowed over his body like water over stones.

He raised his right hand.

The movement was very slow, like gliding through water, and you could feel the air resistance.

As his right hand fell, his left leg stepped back slightly, and his center of gravity sank, like tree roots sinking into the soil.

He held that pose for a moment, then began to practice a set of the simplest boxing techniques.

These aren't complicated moves; they're just some basic actions that beginner Soul Masters can practice: straight punch, hook punch, swing punch, sweep kick, block, and turn.

Each move was slow, as if it were the first time learning.

He was carefully feeling the movement of each muscle, the range of weight shift, and the changes in airflow around his body.

When Jin Chen passed by the martial arts arena, he stopped and watched for a while.

He was holding a bun he'd just taken a bite of, his cheeks bulging, and he slowed down as he chewed.

He watched as Ling Feng finished one set of punches, then did it again, and then did it again.

Once Ling Feng had finished his stance and stood still, Jin Chen swallowed the bun in his mouth and asked, "Boss, what are you practicing?"

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Ling Feng turned around and looked at him.

"Practice the basics."

Jin Chen scratched his head.

"The basics? Didn't you already know those?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"I know how. But I haven't really practiced it."

Jin Chen didn't ask any further questions. He stuffed the rest of the buns into his mouth, patted the crumbs off his hands, walked into the training ground, and stood opposite Ling Feng.

"Then I'll practice too."

He stretched his shoulders, and imitating Ling Feng, slowed down his movements and performed a set of the most basic boxing techniques.

He fought very seriously, but his movements were much faster than Ling Feng's, like someone who was used to throwing fast punches was deliberately slowing down.

He stopped after playing half of the routine.

"No, it's too slow."

Ling Feng looked at him.

"You can only see the problems if you slow down."

Jin Chen paused for a moment, thought for a while, and then typed it all out again from the beginning.

This time, he slowed it down even more.

When the fog had mostly dissipated, Qian Renxue came out of the offering hall with a pot of hot tea and sat down on a stone bench next to the martial arts arena.

She didn't disturb them, but just sat quietly, watching the two of them practice basic boxing techniques at a leisurely pace.

Sunlight peeked through the fog, its soft glow like a thin veil, falling on the three people and casting their shadows very light and faint.

After that day, Ling Feng would practice for a while in the training ground every morning.

He no longer pursues speed and power as before, but focuses on the details and fluidity of each movement.

He didn't practice much, at most half an hour, then he would stop, sit on the stone bench for a while, and drink a cup of tea brewed by Qian Renxue.

Sometimes he would see Jin Chen practicing his Sea God Halberd Technique not far away, and sometimes he would see Dugu Yan and Hu Liena walking past the edge of the training ground, occasionally stopping to take a look.

He didn't pay attention to these things intentionally, but he began to notice many things he had previously overlooked.

For example, when Jin Chen wields his halberd, his left shoulder will unconsciously lift slightly; when Dugu Yan walks, his steps are very light, like a cat walking; and when Hu Liena smiles, she will squint her eyes first.

One evening, Ling Feng sat on the city wall, watching the sun slowly sink behind the distant mountain ridge.

The clouds on the horizon were dyed in varying shades of orange-red, like a watercolor painting that hadn't quite dried yet.

He sat on the crenellations of the city wall, his legs dangling in the air, like an ordinary young man sitting in an ordinary place.

He closed his eyes and felt the flow of soul power within his body. It was now more stable than before, like water that had been combed.

He no longer rushed to change them, no longer rushed to guide them in a certain direction, but simply watched them flow by.

It was already night when we returned to the main hall.