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

He felt the lines slowly spreading up, like roots gently touching his ankles, knees, and waist.

He did not resist, but simply kept himself relaxed and calm.

The light surrounded him, enveloping him in a warm cocoon of light.

He could feel the light passing through his skin, seeping into his veins, bones, and flowing soul power.

He felt himself being affirmed, as if he were a book that had been opened and closed, and read repeatedly for a long time.

The light lasted for a while, then gradually faded, like the tide receding.

He opened his eyes and looked down to see that the patterns on the ground were no longer glowing, as if they had already completed their task.

The God of Destruction was still standing at the edge of the open space, as if waiting for him.

"how do you feel?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"It seems to have been confirmed."

The God of Destruction nodded.

"You are now a full priest."

The divine realm acknowledges you.

After walking for a while, Ling Feng asked, "What is life like for a priest?"

The God of Destruction said, "You become whatever you envision yourself to be."

Ling Feng didn't ask any more questions.

He stayed in the God of Destruction for a few more days.

He sat on the steps in front of the palace, looking at the clouds of the divine realm, watching the purple lightning slowly move in the distance, as if on patrol.

He would occasionally see the God of Destruction emerge from the palace, glance at him, and then walk back without exchanging a word.

The Goddess of Life came once and chatted with him for a while. They didn't talk about anything important, just some casual conversation about the daily life of the gods.

As she left, she patted him on the shoulder.

“You look much better than when you first came here.”

Ling Feng did not comment on this statement, but simply nodded.

On the day he prepared to leave the realm of gods, the God of Destruction stood before the palace, his purple hair blowing in the wind as if he were dissolving into the clouds.

"You will come back."

Ling Feng nodded.

"I know."

When he returned to Wuhun Capital, the old locust tree in the courtyard was shedding its second batch of leaves, and a thin layer of yellow leaves covered the bluestone slabs.

Qian Renxue sat on the veranda, holding a book in her hands. She turned to that page but stopped reading.

She closed the book, stood up, and acted as if nothing had happened.

"came back?"

Ling Feng said, "Mm."

It's done.

Qian Renxue nodded.

"That's good."

After dinner, he walked slowly along the alley in the east of the city. When he passed Tang San and A Yin's courtyard, the lights in the courtyard were still on, and a warm yellow light shone through the thin window paper, mixed with the faint voices inside. He couldn't hear the content, but he could hear a kind of calmness and gentleness in them.

Ling Feng did not stop walking; he simply walked past the courtyard gate without disturbing the people inside.

He returned to the main hall, where Qian Renxue was sitting under the eaves waiting for him.

The moonlight fell on her, and she looked up at him.

What are your plans for tomorrow?

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"There's no plan."

Perhaps we can sit on the city wall for a while.

Qian Renxue said, "Then I'll go with you."

She reached out and handed him a cup of tea that had already been brewed, at his preferred temperature.

He took the tea, brought it to his lips, took a sip, and without thanking her, simply sat down on the veranda.

They sat side by side drinking tea, watching the moonlight in the courtyard leak through the branches and leaves of the locust tree, falling on the stone steps and spreading out in tiny fragments, like shattered silver foil scattered all over the ground.

The flags on the distant city walls fluttered in the night wind, like some ancient and steady breath.

Ling Feng put down his teacup, leaned back against the pillar, and closed his eyes.

He heard the sound of the wind rustling through the treetops, the faint barking of dogs in the distance, and the soft sound of the bottom of Qian Renxue's teacup hitting the stone surface when she put it down.

He listened for a while, then said, "This life is pretty good."

Qian Renxue did not respond.

After a while, she gently closed her eyes beside him, as if responding to the night.

The moonlight fell upon them, enveloping them in the same silvery silence.

The next day, when Ling Feng woke up, it was already broad daylight.

He rarely sleeps this late.

He got up, dressed, and opened the window. Some of the leaves from the old locust tree in the yard had fallen, covering the ground in golden yellow, like a thin blanket.

Qian Renxue had already gotten up and was standing in the courtyard, bringing in the tea set that had been drying on the porch last night.

She placed the teapot and cups back onto the tray one by one, her movements unhurried and deliberate.

Ling Feng stood by the window for a while, then went out and took the tray from her hands.

"I'll do it."

Qian Renxue released her hand without refusing.

"What are your plans for today?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"Let's go sit on the city wall for a while."

Qian Renxue nodded.

"Then I'll wait for you to come back for lunch."

Ling Feng said, "Okay."

The wind was strong on the city wall, causing the hem of his robe to flutter constantly.

He found a sheltered spot to sit down, his gaze sweeping over the fields beyond the city walls to the distant, grey-blue horizon.

The rice in the fields has been harvested, leaving only neat rows of stubble.

A few sparrows hopped around on the ridge of the field, occasionally pecking at the soil before warily raising their heads and looking around.

The sun slowly peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating the entire field.

He sat on the city wall for most of the morning, without saying a word or thinking about anything in particular.

The wind passed by his ears, carrying the scent of distant grass and trees and the smell of soil from the fields.

He noticed a small cluster of wildflowers growing in the cracks between the bricks at the foot of the city wall. The flowers were small, light purple, and swayed gently in the wind.

He watched for a while, not knowing when they had grown out or how long they could grow in the cracks between the bricks.

He remembered what the God of Destruction had said yesterday.

The divine realm has acknowledged you.

He has been confirmed.

He can stay in the realm of gods or live in the mortal world.

He has a choice.

He didn't know if he would still be able to stay in the God Realm permanently, nor did he know if the soul rings of those divine beasts would bring about any new changes in the future, but at least he didn't need to think about these things now.

He could sit here, watching the cluster of pale purple wildflowers sway in the wind, and that would be enough for him.

Chapter 305 Constant Little Troubles

When he returned to the Offering Hall at noon, Qian Renxue was sitting in the dining hall waiting for him.

Two sets of bowls and chopsticks were on the table; the food was hot, and the soup was still steaming.

She didn't ask him where he had gone in the morning; she simply served him the food.

What are your plans for this afternoon?

Ling Feng took the rice bowl.

"Go and see Jin Chen."

Qian Renxue nodded.

He was at the training ground.

I went there this morning.

Ling Feng hummed in agreement and lowered his head to pick up a bite of food.

After finishing his meal, Ling Feng walked to the training ground, where Jin Chen was sitting cross-legged on the ground, wiping the Trident of the Sea God.

Ling Feng sat down beside him without saying a word.

After wiping the tip of the halberd, Jin Chen turned his head and glanced at him.