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

The God of Destruction nodded.

"The realm of gods is filled with countless divine beasts."

Some are weak, some are strong; some live on the periphery, while others are entrenched in the core area.

You need to hunt down powerful enough divine beasts to truly complete your Holy Dragon Martial Soul.

Ling Feng gripped the token tightly.

Can you help me?

The God of Destruction looked at him, a glint of unfathomable light flashing in his purple eyes.

"I can send you to the realm of the gods."

But it can't help you hunt.

That's your own path.

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He paused, "Moreover, the divine beasts of the God Realm are different from the soul beasts on the continent."

They are smarter, more cunning, and more dangerous.

You might die there.

Ling Feng did not hesitate.

"I know.

But I'll still do it.

The God of Destruction said nothing more, but simply pointed to a crack in the void. The crack's edges glowed with a pale golden light, as if it had been torn apart by something. Wind surged out from the crack, carrying an aura that Ling Feng had never felt before, ancient and heavy, like the silence before the birth of the world.

"Go in from there."

On the edge of the divine realm lies a wasteland where some low-level divine beasts live.

"You start there."

Ling Feng nodded without asking any further questions.

He gripped the token tightly, withdrew from it, and returned to the secret chamber of the offering hall.

He looked down at the token in his hand. The token had cooled down, but he could still feel the power within it.

In the following days, Ling Feng did not rush to the God Realm.

He began preparing for this.

He sparred with Jin Chen for a few rounds and also visited Tang San at the small courtyard in the east of the city, telling him that he might not come often for a while.

Tang San was practicing his martial arts in the courtyard. The sun was shining on him, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

He stopped and looked at Ling Feng.

"where are you going?"

Ling Feng said, "Let's go to a very far place."

Tang San didn't press further, only saying, "Then be careful."

Ling Feng nodded, turned around and walked out.

He didn't hide it from Qian Renxue either.

One evening, he sat on the city wall and told her about it.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a long time before asking him, "How long?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"have no idea.

Maybe a few months, maybe longer.

Qian Renxue didn't ask any more questions, but simply placed her hand on the back of his hand and gently squeezed it.

The moon was bright the night before he set off.

He stood in front of the ancestral hall, looking at the old locust tree in the courtyard, watching its shadow cast in the moonlight, its branches intertwined, like a painting done in light ink.

He looked for a long time, then turned and went into the secret room.

He took out the token of the God of Destruction from his bosom, and purple light surged from the token, enveloping him in a halo.

He closed his eyes and felt his body becoming lighter, like a leaf being lifted by the wind, drifting towards the light.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a completely different place.

The sky was pale purple, like an eternal moment between dusk and dawn, carrying an indescribable stillness.

The ground beneath my feet was grayish-white, like sand that had been dried by the wind for countless years. It felt solid underfoot, leaving no footprints.

In the distance are some low, irregularly shaped hills, like ancient mountain ridges whose edges have been smoothed by time.

There are no trees, no grass, no wind, and no sound.

The air was still, as if it had never been disturbed.

Ling Feng stood there, listening to his own heartbeat and breathing.

He knew that this was the edge of the divine realm.

He walked away into the distance.

He didn't know how far he would go, or what he would encounter, but he didn't hesitate. He simply started walking towards the depths of that wasteland.

He walked for a while and stopped on a low hill. He sensed something approaching ahead, like a gust of wind, but there was no wind here.

Ling Feng gripped the Panlong Staff tightly, without retreating, but standing there steadily, looking towards the direction that was gradually brightening.

The light there seemed to rise from the ground, slowly and steadily, like a tree breaking through the soil.

As the light fully rose, a deep voice came from behind Ling Feng, as if something was breathing.

He turned around and saw a huge, silvery-white beast standing behind him, its head slightly lowered, like a silent guardian.

Ling Feng gripped the Panlong Staff tightly.

The light ahead is getting closer and closer; its outline is becoming clearer.

It was a deer, pale gold in color, with antlers that looked like they were made of ancient tree branches, the tips of which shimmered with tiny specks of light.

Its steps were steady, without any aggressive posture. It stopped, as if it was also sizing up Ling Feng.

Ling Feng didn't rush to strike with his staff; he simply stood there, watching it.

He knew he wasn't there to kill the deer; he wasn't ready. He was just watching, feeling, and confirming that he was truly there.

He put away the dragon-patterned staff, didn't turn around, and continued walking forward.

The deer didn't leave either; it followed him a few steps behind, neither too fast nor too slow, and without making a sound, as if it were leading the way for him.

Ling Feng didn't turn around; he just kept walking.

He didn't ask why, nor did he think about whether it was a test; he just kept walking.

Ahead, the wasteland of the divine realm is slowly unfolding, like an ancient scroll being blown open by the wind.

On the distant horizon, a faint, brighter light was shimmering.

Ling Feng didn't know where he was headed, but he knew that his journey was long and he had to go even further.

Ling Feng didn't know how long the deer had been following him.

He didn't look back to count, nor did he deliberately listen to the hoofbeats, but in the intervals between his steps he could sense the steady breathing, like a silent travel companion.

At the edge of the divine realm, there is no distinction between day and night; only the eternally tilted pale purple sky, as if twilight and dawn are blended together, unwilling to separate.

His shadow always fell in one direction, neither moving nor lengthening.

He would stop occasionally, and the deer would stop too.

He kept walking, and the deer kept walking too.

Later they crossed a range of low hills covered with a fine, silvery moss that was dry to the touch and not cold.

Ling Feng lingered in that area for a short while, squatting down to look at the moss. It was as thin as a needle tip, yet it shimmered with a faint silver light in the dim light.

He didn't collect any samples; he just looked around for a while, then stood up and continued walking forward.

He didn't know how long he had walked, but the brighter light on the horizon neither got any closer nor any farther away.

It always maintains the same distance, like a lamp hanging in the distance, neither urging nor waiting.

Finally, the view suddenly opened up at the end of the hills, revealing a gray-white plain with some huge, irregularly shaped dark stones scattered on it.

The surface of those stones was covered with fine cracks, as if they had been scorched by high temperatures countless times.

Ling Feng's gaze passed over the stones and landed in the distance.

There was a ridge there, not high, but very long, like something huge lying on the ground, not yet fully awake.

The deer stopped walking.

Ling Feng also stopped.

He could sense that something was in front of him; he didn't see it, he sensed it.

A huge, slow breath, like that of someone asleep.

He could feel his martial soul, the Holy Dragon, slightly raising its head within his body, as if trying to recognize that aura.

Ling Feng gripped the Panlong Staff tightly, and the thing stood up from behind the mountain ridge.

It was so big that when it stood up, the outline of the ridge was altered, like a tablecloth being lifted up.

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It turned around, its dragon head slowly turning toward him. It was a dragon, its body dark gray, with dark gold luster on the edges of its scales. Its size was larger than any soul beast Ling Feng had ever seen, with a row of irregular bone spurs standing upright on its back, extending all the way to the tip of its tail.

It looked at Ling Feng but did not attack immediately.