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

The shadow wasn't large, and it was entirely silver-gray, resembling a leopard with a long tail.

Its movements were somewhat hesitant, walking and stopping intermittently, occasionally pausing to sniff the ground, as if trying to determine its direction.

Ling Feng did not step forward immediately.

He stood at the edge of the fault for a while, observing the movement of the silver-gray divine beast.

It has indeed deviated from its course and is moving in another direction from the boundary.

Ling Feng walked along the edge of the fault for a distance, circled around to the front of the divine beast, and then stopped, standing within its field of vision.

The mythical beast saw him, and its movements clearly paused. It stopped, as if it had been recognizing him for a while.

Then it lowered its head.

Ling Feng did not approach; he simply stood there, maintaining that distance, without making any further moves or retreating.

The mythical beast stood still for a while, then, as if it understood something, it turned and walked in another direction without hesitation or pause, its steps steady.

Ling Feng didn't follow it, but just watched it walk away until the silver-gray figure disappeared behind a hill in the distance.

He lingered at the edge of the fault for a while to make sure there were no other abnormalities before turning and leaving.

When he returned to the God of Destruction, the God of Destruction was still standing in front of the palace, as if he had never moved.

"Is it all done?"

Ling Feng said, "One of them went astray, but we guided it back, so it shouldn't get any closer to the border."

The God of Destruction nodded.

"Then we can go back."

Ling Feng did not leave immediately.

He stood on the steps for a moment, then asked, "Will this kind of thing happen often in the future?"

The God of Destruction thought for a moment.

"Won't.

But it happens occasionally.

The border needs to be watched.

Ling Feng neither said yes nor no, he just stood there quietly thinking for a while.

When he returned to Wuhun Capital, Qian Renxue was sitting in the cafeteria waiting for him.

Two sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table, the dishes were covered with plates, and the soup was still steaming.

When she saw him come in, she didn't ask him what he had been doing; she simply uncovered the dish.

It's still hot.

Eat up.

Ling Feng sat down opposite her, took the chopsticks she handed him, and picked up a bite of food.

He chewed a few times, swallowed, and then said, "I might go there occasionally in the future, but it won't be for too long, usually a day trip."

Qian Renxue looked at him.

Should I save some food for you?

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"Keep it."

Life went on like this.

Ling Feng would occasionally make a trip to the God Realm, sometimes for genuine business, and sometimes just to take a look.

He began to familiarize himself with the paths in those peripheral areas, the activity patterns of those mythical beasts, and the colors and outlines of that wasteland under different lighting conditions.

He was no longer as wary and nervous as he had been the first time he went, nor was he in a hurry to accomplish anything; it was more like he was just taking a stroll in a familiar place.

Sometimes he would encounter the same mythical beast, which would stop briefly at a distance before continuing with its own business.

He had seen the giant silver wolf several times.

The other person neither approached nor avoided him, but simply looked at him from a distance for a while before turning and walking away.

On one occasion when he returned from the God Realm, he did not go directly back to Wuhun Capital. Instead, he stopped on the official road outside the city and stood by the roadside to look at the fields for a while.

The rice is ripe again, golden yellow, stretching as far as the eye can see, rippling in waves when the wind blows.

He stood there for a while, and suddenly remembered when he first came to Wuhun Capital. He was young then, and all he thought about every day was how to become stronger.

He stood for a while in front of the golden waves of rice by the roadside.

When he returned to the main hall, it was almost dark.

Qian Renxue was sitting on the veranda, holding a book in her hand. He didn't go over to her, but just stood at the entrance of the courtyard and looked at her.

The moonlight had just risen and cast a pale silvery-white glow upon her.

He didn't speak, and she didn't look up.

He stood there for a while, then stepped into the yard and sat down beside her.

She closed the book and placed it on her lap.

I got home a little late today.

Ling Feng said, "I looked at the rice paddies for a while on the way."

Qian Renxue asked, "Is it pretty?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"nice."

That night, Ling Feng sat on the veranda, finished his cup of tea which had gone cold, and heard the wind rustling through the leaves of the old locust tree.

He recalled the roads he had traveled over the years, the days of rushing about, the evenings when he stood on the city wall looking into the distance, and the mornings when he repeatedly swung his staff on the training ground.

Those days are over.

He stood up, placed the empty teacup back on the tray under the eaves, and then turned and went inside.

The moonlight shone behind him, casting his short shadow on the bluestone slab, like a quiet confirmation, like an arrival that needs no words.

Winter came later than usual.

The sycamore leaves outside the city have all fallen, but the first snow is slow to fall.

The air was dry and cold, and the wind blowing from the north carried a chill that could seep into your bones.

Ling Feng still goes to the martial arts training ground every morning to practice, but he wears thicker clothes now, and the white breath he exhales disperses in front of him and quickly disappears into the air.

One evening, he received a letter from the realm of gods. The letter was sent by the God of Destruction and was written on a piece of purple paper with a faint glow at the edge. There were very few words on it, as if the God did not want to write more.

The letter stated that the Council of Gods would hold a meeting the following month to discuss the long-term management of the boundary between the lower realm and the divine realm.

As a newly appointed priest, Ling Feng is required to attend.

The letter ended without any extra words or urging tone; it was more like a notification, calmly informing him of the schedule.

After reading the letter, Ling Feng folded it and put it in his clothes. He didn't say anything more and continued drinking his half-cold tea.

Qian Renxue sat opposite him, looking down and fiddling with a half-peeled orange.

She didn't ask him what was written in the letter; she simply placed the peeled oranges on a plate and pushed it in front of him.

Ling Feng picked up a segment of orange and put it in his mouth. It was sour with a hint of sweetness. The pulp spread on his tongue and the juice seeped into his teeth.

He chewed a few times and swallowed, then said, "I'm going to the realm of gods for a meeting next month, and I might be away for a few days."

Qian Renxue nodded, without asking about the content of the meeting, and simply said, "Remember to prune the dead branches of that tree in the yard before you leave."

When the wind is strong, it always blows against the window frames under the porch.

Ling Feng said, "I'll fix it tomorrow."

The next morning, Ling Feng stood under the old locust tree, holding a pair of pruning shears, looking up at the sprawling branches.

Jin Chen stopped and looked at it for a while as he passed by, then walked over and took the scissors from his hand.

Chapter 307 The New Godhood

"You rest, I'll do it."

He was tall and had long arms, so he quickly trimmed away the annoying dead branches.

He bent down to gather the cut branches into a small pile on the ground, carried them to the corner, and dusted off his hands.

"Alright, this will work for a while."

Ling Feng looked at the pruned branches; they did look much cleaner, and sunlight could filter through the gaps in the leaves and fall onto the ground.

Thanks.

Jin Chen waved the scissors around a couple of times, saying, "We're family, no need to thank me."

A few days later, Ling Feng began to pack the things he needed to take on his trip to the God Realm.

There was really nothing he needed to bring; he didn't need any luggage or food, but he still walked around the room twice.

Finally, he brought with him a letter written by Qian Renxue. It was very short, containing only a few sentences: "Be careful and come back soon."

He put the letter into the inside pocket of his coat and pressed it against the fabric; it felt very light.

He checked the location of the letter again, then walked out the door. Purple light shone from his fingertips, spreading along the edge of his robes and slowly covering his entire body like water.

He closed his eyes briefly in the light, then the light faded, and he was no longer in the same place.

The meeting place of the Council of Gods is in a separate floating area, not the domain of any god-king, but a flat, neatly edged gray platform.

There were no walls or roofs, only a few tall stone pillars surrounding the area, as if marking out the boundaries.

Ling Feng arrived neither early nor late. When he arrived, several deities were already seated in their respective positions.

He had never seen them before, and no one came up to greet him, but no one deliberately avoided him either.

He sat down near the edge, rested the dragon-patterned staff against his side, and waited quietly.