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

Its eyes were light gold, with pupils like two slits, showing no obvious emotion.

Ling Feng didn't move either. He could sense that the dragon's cultivation level was between over 100,000 years and god-level, as if it were between two worlds. It didn't completely belong to the god realm, but it also no longer belonged to the lower realm.

It sensed the dragon bloodline in Ling Feng, which seemed to cause it some kind of complex hesitation.

It neither pounced nor retreated; it simply stood there, as if waiting to see what he would do.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then raised the Panlong Staff, not in an offensive stance, but simply to let it see it clearly.

"I need your spirit ring."

His voice wasn't loud.

The dragon did not answer, but it lowered its body as if it had made some kind of decision.

Ling Feng moved.

As he took his first step, ice and fire dragon wings unfolded behind him.

The left wing was ice blue, the right wing was crimson, leaving a trail of intertwined ice and fire in the air.

The dark gray dragon came forward, moving faster than expected. Despite its massive size, it was extremely agile. Ling Feng dodged to the side, and the Panlong Staff grazed its scales, making a sharp scraping sound and sending sparks flying.

He swung his stick back and smashed it into the dragon's side.

The force of that blow was absorbed by the scales. The dragon grunted and swung its tail at him.

Ling Feng soared into the air, his tail sweeping past his feet with a whistling sound.

He landed on the dragon's back, his feet resting on its hard scales.

The dragon suddenly flipped over, and he leaped up, landing on the ground, then turned around and smashed his club into its front leg.

He increased the force of his blow, and the dragon let out a low roar, filled with anger, but it did not retreat.

Something different appeared in its eyes; it seemed to be beginning to look directly at the human before it.

Ling Feng gave it no chance to catch its breath. He pushed his speed to the limit, and the Panlong Staff flew up and down, each swing carrying golden dragon flames. It collided with the dragon's scales, producing a dull impact sound.

He slipped past its forepaws as he got close, touched the ground with his toes, circled around to its side, and raised the dragon-shaped staff from below, the staff slamming into the dragon's jaw and throat with a whooshing sound, where the scales were thinner than elsewhere.

The dragon's body stiffened abruptly; it hadn't been able to completely evade the attack.

It lowered its head, and a low, sigh-like sound came from deep in its throat, and its body began to slowly tilt.

Ling Feng stopped what he was doing and watched as the dragon's massive body landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of grayish-white dust.

The dragon's eyes were still open, its light golden pupils slowly losing their luster, and a trace of dark golden blood seeped from the corner of its mouth along the gaps in its scales, dripping onto the grayish-white ground and spreading into a small dark stain.

Ling Feng stood still, his dragon-coiled staff hanging low, not immediately putting it away.

He walked up to it, squatted down, and gently pressed his hand on the thinner scale on the side of its neck, feeling its last pulse disappear at his fingertips.

He didn't rush to get up, nor did he rush to seize the spirit ring. He just squatted there, as if giving it time to leave.

After a long while, he stood up and took a few steps back.

He sensed that the dragon's spirit ring was forming.

A massive, dark gray spirit ring rose from the dragon's body and hovered above it.

The spirit ring was gray with a hint of dark gold, and its edges shimmered with a faint light.

Ling Feng sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to absorb the soul ring.

The moment the spirit ring entered his body, he felt a cold and heavy force surge into his meridians, like a frozen river.

He guided that power along his meridians, allowing it to merge with his martial spirit.

He felt the holy dragon within him slowly and quietly accepting that power.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes, and the gray-gold spirit ring was now steadily hovering around his Radiant Holy Dragon Martial Soul.

That was his second spirit ring.

After the soul ring entered his body, he felt a new soul power slowly sinking deep into his dantian.

He stood up. The light in the distance was still there, and the brighter light on the horizon was still there.

He continued walking in that direction.

His steps were more steady than when he came, each step making a soft, rustling sound on the gray-white ground.

Behind him, the dragon's corpse was slowly turning into specks of light and dissipating.

He didn't turn around.

He didn't know what lay ahead, but he knew he had a long way to go.

He has to go further to find what he truly needs.

Ling Feng continued walking forward.

The deer had left sometime earlier, as if it had completed its task of guiding the way, and silently disappeared into the shadows of some hill.

He didn't look back, nor did he deliberately search for it; he simply continued walking towards the brighter light on the horizon.

There was no wind at the edge of the divine realm, but his robes would occasionally sway gently, as if something unseen was flowing around him.

He walked for a long time, so long that his breathing became as steady as his pulse, so long that the gray-white ground beneath his feet began to show subtle changes.

The ground was no longer flat; small cracks began to appear, and a dark red light shone through them, as if something was slowly burning deep underground.

He stopped, crouched down, and reached out to touch one of the cracks.

When my fingertips touched that dark red light, I felt a warmth, like putting my hand into shallow water that had been exposed to the sun all day.

It's not hot, but it provides a continuous and stable warmth.

He stood up and walked along the direction of the crack.

The cracks grew wider and denser, and the ground began to resemble a shard of pottery that had been repeatedly fired and cooled, its surface covered with dried lines.

A very faint smell of sulfur permeated the air, mixed with some ancient, pine resin-like odor.

He crossed a low ridge, and his view suddenly opened up to a huge depression in front of him, like a smashed bowl, with a diameter of dozens of miles.

In the center of the depression, a dragon was coiled up.

It wasn't lying down or crouching; instead, it was perched there like a mountain, its body coiled in a spiral, its scales gleaming with a bronze sheen in the dark red light, like metal polished countless times by the years.

It was much larger than the previous dark gray dragon, with its head alone being more than three zhang tall, and its golden eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if it had been dozing.

It has a pair of backward-curving horns on its head, with fine golden patterns wrapped around them and the tips of the horns shining slightly.

Its tail, like a thick pillar, sways slowly, making a low, grinding sound.

Chapter 300 One Hundred and Twenty Thousand Years

There were no obvious wounds or signs of battle on the dragon's body. It was as if it had been lying there all along, waiting for a very, very long time.

Ling Feng stood on the mountain ridge and felt a heavy pressure spreading from the direction of the dragon.

It's not aggressive, but rather a declaration, like a boulder pressing down on the ground, telling you it's here and it won't leave.

The holy dragon within him trembled slightly, as if it had sensed the presence of a fellow being.

Ling Feng did not move immediately.

He stood on the ridge and watched for a long time.

The dragon slowly opened its eyes, its golden vertical pupils turning to look at him. It showed no anger or signs of attack, simply staring at him as if examining something unusual.

Then it spoke, its voice low and slow, like an echo coming from the depths of the earth, taking a long time to reach the surface: "You have the aura of a dragon on you."

Ling Feng did not deny it.

"My martial soul is the Holy Dragon."

The dragon's gaze shifted slightly.

“A Holy Dragon? After the fall of the Dragon God, no Holy Dragon has ever appeared again.”

Ling Feng said, "Part of the Dragon God's power is within me."

The dragon remained silent for a moment, then looked him over again.

"What brings you to me?"

Ling Feng said, "I need your spirit ring."

The dragon showed no anger, no sarcasm, but simply asked, as if confirming something ordinary, "Do you know how many years I have lived?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"do not know."

The dragon said, "One million two hundred thousand years."

Ling Feng did not show any surprise; he already knew that this would be a million-year-old creature.

"I know."

The dragon said, "You knew you'd still come?"

Ling Feng did not answer directly.

He gripped the dragon-patterned staff tightly, his gaze calmly fixed on those golden eyes.

"I'm here, and I don't intend to leave empty-handed."

The dragon slowly rose to its feet. Its movements were slow, like a mountain moving, with a low metallic scraping sound between its scales.

After it stood up, its size was even larger than Ling Feng had estimated. The mere act of standing up caused the sunken ground to tremble slightly, and dark red light surged from the cracks, flowing over its claws like water.

It looked down at Ling Feng, its voice deeper than before: "Then let me see if you are worthy."

Ling Feng didn't wait for it to speak again.

He charged out, his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings unfurling behind him, making him even faster than before. He rushed straight towards the right side of the dragon, his Dragon Staff sweeping out with golden dragon flames, slamming into the dragon's foreleg.

The staff collided with the scales, producing a dull thud and sparks flying, but only a shallow white mark was left on the dragon scales.

The dragon remained motionless, as if it had been gently tapped by a twig.

It raised one of its front paws, but instead of swinging it, it simply pushed it towards Ling Feng.