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

The air seemed to be compressed, and an invisible force pushed towards him. Ling Feng felt as if he were being pushed back a few steps by a wall.

He steadied himself, readjusted his center of gravity, and moved around to the side of the dragon.

This time he sped up, leaping up before the dragon's gaze could fully follow, and slammed the Coiled Dragon Staff with all its might onto the same scale on the side of the dragon's neck.

This time, a small crack appeared on the dragon scale.

The dragon's pupils contracted slightly.

It stopped observing as before, suddenly increased its speed, and a long tail swept across like a huge iron pillar.

Ling Feng didn't have time to completely dodge. He blocked with his Panlong Staff, but was thrown out and tumbled several times in the air before sliding several feet before stabilizing himself upon landing.

There was blood at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't look down to look; he simply stood up again.

He took a deep breath and activated his Holy Dragon Martial Soul.

A golden dragon shadow appeared behind him, growing larger and brighter, the patterns on its scales radiating a dazzling light.

The dragon looked at the golden dragon shadow and for the first time showed a serious expression.

It whispered something, but the sound was too soft for Ling Feng to hear, and he didn't stop to ask.

He charged at the dragon again, this time without holding back.

The coiled dragon staff and the dragon's claws collided in mid-air, producing a loud bang.

Ling Feng felt his hand go numb from the vibration, but he didn't let go.

He used the momentum to flip over and struck the same spot again with the stick. The crack was widening, like a growing river.

The dragon roared, and the sound shook the ground.

It suddenly raised its front body and slammed down with both claws at the same time.

Ling Feng retreated rapidly, and the ground exploded in front of him, sending debris flying. Dark red light surged from the bottom of the pit, like a torn wound.

As he retreated, the Crimson Dragon God Arm Bone on his right arm lit up, and crimson flames condensed on his fist.

Before his momentum had subsided, he threw a backhand punch, the flames striking the dragon's belly and leaving a scorching mark.

The dragon looked down at the scorch mark, showing no anger, but rather a greater sense of approval for Ling Feng's methods.

It readjusted its stance and began to take the battle seriously.

The ensuing battle lasted a long time.

Ling Feng didn't know how many times he had been defeated, but he always got back up.

Several new marks appeared on his dragon-patterned staff, his robes were stained with blood and ash, and the ground beneath his feet was riddled with pits of varying depths, from which dark red light seeped, like a charred spider web.

He began to feel tired, but this was no longer the kind of tiredness that made him want to give up. Instead, it was a feeling like a bowstring being fully drawn. He knew he was about to run out of strength, but he also knew that the final blow had to land in the right place.

The dragon raised its front claws again, and he seized that moment, accelerating forward without dodging or stopping, flashing into the dragon's close range before the claws could fall.

He seized the opportunity and concentrated all his soul power into the Coiling Dragon Staff. The staff emitted a golden light, illuminating the dark red light around the depression.

Without a second thought, he simply slammed the stick into the cracked scales on its neck.

The stick fell with a muffled thud, as if something had finally been pierced.

The scale broke.

Golden light surged from the cracks, like a spring that had been suppressed for a long time finally finding its outlet.

The dragon's body shuddered violently, and a hint of relief seemed to flash in its golden eyes.

It lowered its head, its voice becoming very soft: "You proved your worth with your strength."

Ling Feng stood still, gripping the Panlong Staff, without saying a word.

The dragon's body began to emit a soft light, like countless silent dusks converging at the edge of the divine realm. The light gradually dissipated, turning into gray-gold specks of light that swirled and converged towards Ling Feng like a galaxy.

Chapter 301 Unexpected Opportunities

A huge golden spirit ring rose from the light and hovered in the air, its edges swirling with dark red patterns.

Ling Feng put away the Panlong Staff and sat down cross-legged.

He knew that this spirit ring was his third spirit ring.

A million-year soul ring.

The moment the spirit ring entered his body, he felt as if he were enveloped by a warm pool of water. There was no tearing sensation that often accompanied him when absorbing spirit rings before. The power was heavy yet gentle, as if the earth itself was accepting it, gradually merging into every blank space and crevice in his body.

Ling Feng sensed that his martial soul was changing; the Radiant Holy Dragon martial soul had become more solid, and the golden patterns on its scales had become brighter.

He felt his soul power slowly increasing, not violently, but steadily.

When he opened his eyes, the million-year spirit ring was already steadily floating around the Holy Light Dragon Martial Soul, side by side with the second gray-gold spirit ring, emitting a soft golden light.

He looked down at his hands and felt the warmth still lingering at his fingertips, like a new heartbeat taking root within him.

On the distant horizon, an even brighter light was still waiting for him.

Ling Feng stood up and slung the battered dragon staff back over his shoulder. He glanced back at the center of the depression, where nothing remained but a patch of dark red light. There was no longer any sign of the dragon that had once roamed there.

He turned and walked toward the brighter light.

He knew he still had a long way to go.

He needs to find all the spirit rings of the Holy Dragon of Light; he needs to become more complete; he needs to return to the Spirit Capital, back to that old locust tree.

He also needs to tell the person waiting for him in the yard about every moment he experienced during this journey.

Ling Feng continued walking forward.

After absorbing the third spirit ring, he felt the new power within him settling down, like a glass of water that had just been poured slowly settling.

He didn't linger long; he stood up and continued walking toward the brighter light on the horizon.

His steps were more steady than before, each step landing with a solid rhythm, as if he had begun to adapt to the weight of the divine realm.

He walked across the depression, where the ground turned grayish-white again, and the dark red light gradually disappeared.

He walked for a day and a night, or maybe two days; he didn't deliberately count the time.

He walked over several low hills and crossed a dry riverbed.

As he crossed the riverbed, the pebbles beneath his feet made a soft, rustling sound, which was particularly clear in the silence.

Then he sensed something waiting for him ahead.

It was a vast, silvery grassland, with countless slender blades of grass trembling slightly in the still air, like a lake surface soaked in moonlight.

In the center of the grassland stood a giant wolf with a body entirely of silver-white. Although it was not the largest in size, its presence made it seem as if it were the center of the entire grassland.

Its fur gleamed with a soft silver light in the dim light, and its eyes, like two dark blue stars, showed no hostility, simply looking at Ling Feng.

It neither attacked nor retreated.

Ling Feng stopped and looked at it for a while.

He could sense that this giant wolf was different from the previous million-year-old dragon; its power was more restrained, like an undercurrent deep underwater.

“You’re not like those mythical beasts before. You didn’t attack me.”

Ling Feng's voice was very soft across the open grassland.

The giant wolf tilted its head slightly, as if considering his words, then spoke, its voice steady and clear: "Because you did not come to conquer. You came to complete."

Ling Feng remained silent for a while.

"how do you know?"

The giant wolf did not answer directly, but simply said, "Your path is correct. I will neither stop you nor help you."

After saying that, it turned around and walked into the depths of the grassland.

Ling Feng watched its retreating figure but did not follow.

He knew that wasn't his goal.

In the following days, Ling Feng encountered his fourth divine beast.

It was a giant tortoise with a huge body and covered with dark gold scales. It was lying on a black rock, as if it had been there for a very long time. There were some ancient pebbles scattered around it, some of which had been weathered into sand.

Its aura is as steady as the mountains, like a microcosm of the entire land.

When it saw Ling Feng, it simply raised its eyelids and glanced at him, as if it were examining something noteworthy.

Then it spoke: "You have the aura of a dragon within you."

Ling Feng nodded.

"I possess the Holy Dragon Martial Soul."

The giant tortoise was silent for a moment, then said, "What brings you here?"

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

The giant tortoise showed no anger or surprise, but simply nodded slightly, as if it had been waiting for these words.

"Alright. Let's begin."

Ling Feng rushed forward.

The giant tortoise did not attack proactively; it simply used its thick shell to block every attack from Ling Feng.

The dragon-shaped staff struck the tortoise shell, leaving only a few shallow marks, as if a wooden stick had been used to strike a mountain wall.

Ling Feng remained calm and adjusted his pace, beginning to probe the giant tortoise's weaknesses.

He moved around the giant tortoise, searching for gaps on its sides, back, and belly.

The giant tortoise would occasionally stretch its head out and bite him; the movements were slow but precise.

After dodging it a few times, Ling Feng noticed a faint gap where its head and neck met its shell, and the scales were slightly thinner there.

Instead of attacking that spot immediately, he continued to circle around and probe, letting the giant tortoise get used to his movement rhythm.

On the ninth circling, he suddenly accelerated, and just as the giant tortoise stretched out its head to bite him, he bent down and pressed down, his dragon-coiled staff slashing upwards from the side, precisely piercing the gap.

The giant tortoise's body jolted violently and then stopped moving.

It slowly lowered its head, its voice much softer than before: "You proved with your patience that you deserve it."