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

Ling Feng put away the Panlong Staff.

"Thank you."

The fifth divine beast appeared beside a gray-blue lake.

It was a completely transparent water beast, like solidified deep water, with a slender body, and you could vaguely see a pale blue light flowing through the veins in its body.

It has no fixed shape; sometimes it looks like a snake, sometimes like a deer, and sometimes like a horse.

When Ling Feng saw it, it was floating above the lake, as if the lake itself had stood up.

Ling Feng confronted it for a long time. The water beast was extremely fast and could change its form in an instant, launching attacks from any angle.

Ling Feng was hit several times, his robes were soaked, and some parts were torn by the water blades.

But he didn't panic; he gradually figured out its movement patterns.

On the last occasion, just as the water beast was about to transform, he predicted its trajectory and positioned the Panlong Staff in its inevitable path.

The coiled dragon staff collided with the condensed water, producing a sound similar to a snapping harp string.

The water beast stopped, and its lake-like body gradually condensed into a light blue soul ring, which floated in the air and slowly rotated.

Ling Feng stepped forward, sat down cross-legged, and began absorbing the fourth soul ring.

Chapter 302 Replacing the Soul Bone

The power of the water beast flowed into his body like cool spring water, without any impact, continuously and evenly pouring in.

The sixth divine beast was a three-headed giant serpent, coiled in a collapsed deep valley.

Its three heads are each a different color: dark red, dark gray, and silver-white, each representing a different attribute.

Ling Feng fought it for a long time. Its three tails could attack from three directions at the same time, making it difficult for him to defend himself.

His robes were torn in several places, and there was a deep scratch on his shoulder that revealed the bone.

But instead of retreating, he adjusted his tactics, no longer aiming to damage all three heads simultaneously, but instead focusing his attacks on one of them.

He spent a lot of time before finally smashing the dark red skull.

The other two heads also lost their power, as if some connection had been severed.

Ling Feng didn't rush to absorb the soul ring. He first sat down and rested for a while at the edge of the deep valley to stop the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder before going forward to begin absorbing it.

The seventh divine beast is a giant beast with two wings, half lion's body and half eagle's head.

Its speed is as fast as the wind, and its attack is as fierce and brief as lightning. It always attacks and then retreats, giving the opponent no chance to retaliate.

Ling Feng was knocked down from the side several times. Once, its sharp claws grazed his left rib, almost tearing out a piece of flesh.

Instead of retaliating, he began to observe the subtle signs that preceded each attack: the angle of its wings, the direction of its head tilt, and changes in its breathing rhythm.

When he finally figured out its attack pattern, he took a step to the side and turned around the moment it pounced for the fourth time, and swept his dragon staff horizontally, hitting the weak spot between its waist and abdomen.

The giant beast crashed to the ground, struggled for a moment, and then fell silent.

The eighth divine beast is a giant beast with a body as large as a mountain and an appearance that resembles a combination of an ancient lizard and a bird of prey. It dwells in a ruin made of gray-white boulders.

It moves slowly, but its defenses are extremely strong.

Its scales are as thick as iron plates, and ordinary attacks cannot break through them.

Ling Feng tried many times, but each time he could only leave a shallow mark on its scales.

He spent a lot of time looking for its weakness and finally found the answer in the ruins. Every now and then, the giant beast would slightly raise its body, as if adjusting its center of gravity, and there was a scale on its lower abdomen that was much thinner than the rest.

Ling Feng waited for a long time, and the moment it raised its body again, he rushed over with all his might and accurately struck that scale with the Panlong Staff.

The giant beast's body jolted violently, as if frozen in place, before crashing to the ground.

The ninth divine beast appeared on a vast plateau; it was a giant dragon whose entire body was engulfed in dark golden flames.

When it flew in from afar, it looked like a falling meteorite, trailing a long, fiery tail.

Its size was larger than any of the divine beasts Ling Feng had encountered before, and its aura was heavier, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

Ling Feng watched it fall from a distance, but he did not retreat.

The shockwave from the landing of the dark golden fiery dragon made his robes flutter. He stood still, looking up at the dragon and into its eyes. There was no anger or scrutiny in those eyes, only something akin to approval.

It looked down at him, and after a moment spoke: "Your path has come to this."

Ling Feng gripped the Dragon-Coiling Staff and said, "One more step."

The dragon didn't say anything more, but simply lowered its head slightly, as if to say, "Then come on."

The battle lasted a long time, with dark golden flames and golden dragon fire intertwining and illuminating the entire plateau.

As the final blow landed, the dragon's body began to transform into dark golden specks of light, and a dark golden spirit ring slowly rose, hovering in front of Ling Feng.

He sat down cross-legged and began to absorb the spirit rings.

This absorption lasted for a very long time, as if the power needed to travel a very long and circuitous route before it could be fully integrated into his body.

Ling Feng sat there, no longer thinking about how much time had passed; he simply let that power enter his body.

The Holy Dragon of Light has acquired all nine of its spirit rings.

Each one is worth millions of years.

Nine spirit rings slowly rotated around him, emitting different colors of light: gray-gold, gold, light blue, dark red, silver-white, dark gray, bronze, dark gold, and the last transparent spirit ring with a soft white light, like the base color after all the light had merged.

Ling Feng stood up and could feel the power within his body being reorganized.

Those old soul bones that had accompanied him through the long years—the right arm bone of the Crimson Flame Dragon God, the left arm bone of the Frost Dragon God, and the Ice and Fire Dragon Wings—were gradually peeling away, their light growing fainter and fainter, as if they had completed their mission.

Then new light rose from the soul bones left behind after the divine beasts vanished and merged into his body.

The new soul bone is more compatible with him, more complete, and more stable.

He stood there, feeling his realm of existence changing.

He felt his aura was no longer confined to a certain level, but was slowly expanding and extending, like the last leg of a river before flowing into the sea.

He made a breakthrough.

After completing the nine soul rings of the Holy Dragon of Light and replacing all his soul bones, his strength finally crossed that threshold and entered a new realm: Priest.

He felt that his connection with the divine realm had become more direct and clearer.

He could feel the wind at the edge of the divine realm, the aura of the divine beasts in the distance, and the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly, as if responding to his presence.

Ling Feng looked down at his hands.

His palm lines seemed to be deeper than before, with a very faint golden light emanating from the edges.

He put away the Dragon-Piercing Staff and walked toward the light on the distant horizon.

This time, it's not as far away as before.

His steps also became more steady.

He walked with his head down for a while, feeling the sunlight fall on his shoulders; it wasn't scorching, just warm.

He has completed this step and can go home now.

He still has a long way to go, but he's not in such a hurry anymore.

The road was right beneath his feet.

That brighter light eventually turned into a door.

The door was small, seemingly carved from a single piece of grayish-white stone, with patterns on the edges that Ling Feng couldn't decipher. It had no handle and no gaps between the door and the door.

It stood there in the middle of a flat wasteland, like a road sign that had been forgotten for a long time, neither ostentatious nor hidden.

Ling Feng walked to the door, stopped, and placed his hand on the door.

The stone surface was slightly cool, like touching a stone that had been covered by the shade of trees for a long time.

The moment his hand touched it, the patterns on the door lit up, and a faint light traveled along those engravings for a whole circle. Then the door slowly opened inward, revealing a passage that shimmered with a soft white light.

The passage was not long, and the light coming through the exit at the other end looked like that of an ordinary morning.

Chapter 303 Going Home

He stepped inside.

When he stepped out of that door, he felt as if he had emerged from a very long dream.

He stood in a secret chamber deep within the temple, surrounded by familiar walls, the defensive runes carved on them slumbering in the dim light.

The token of the God of Destruction on the stone platform was still there, as if it had never been moved.

He raised his hand and glanced at it; the warmth of the light still lingered on his fingertips, faint, like embers just blown by the wind.

He heard the sound of sweeping in the courtyard. The bamboo broom swept across the bluestone slabs with a dry and even sound, like a song repeatedly singing the same note.

He pushed open the door and went out.

Qian Renxue was standing under the old locust tree, holding a pair of scissors, pruning the newly grown, overly dense branches.

Her movements were unhurried, as if she were doing a small thing that required serious attention but wasn't urgent.

She heard the door open, turned around, paused for a moment while holding the scissors, and then put them down.

She walked up to Ling Feng, paused for a moment, and stared at his face for a while, as if trying to recognize something again.

Then she said, "I'm back sooner than I expected."

Ling Feng looked at her.

"The matter is settled."

Qian Renxue nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She simply took half a step back, as if to give him space or to confirm that he could cross the door.

Jin Chen learned that Ling Feng had returned before lunch.

He was squatting by the wall sharpening his halberd when he heard footsteps and looked up to see Ling Feng standing under the eaves.

He stopped holding the whetstone, looked at Ling Feng for a while, then grinned and said, "Boss, you seem to have changed."

Ling Feng squatted down beside him.