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

After the meeting began, the discussion mostly revolved around boundary stability, involving some technical details that Ling Feng was not very familiar with, including the frequency of adjusting the monitoring range of the divine beasts, the repair cycle of boundary cracks, and the rotation arrangement for regular inspections.

Ling Feng didn't speak up; he just sat there and listened.

When the topic of patrol duty came up, a deity sitting opposite him suddenly turned to him and said, "You have patrolled the border areas several times already, so you should have some experience."

Ling Feng thought for a moment and said, "I've been there a few times, I know the way around."

The other party nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

After the meeting, the deities gradually dispersed.

Ling Feng did not leave immediately. He stood at the edge of the platform and looked at the distant clouds for a while. The clouds were grayish-white and very low, as if they were moving close to the ground.

The God of Destruction appeared beside him at some point, standing to his side and slightly behind him. He didn't say a word, but simply stood side by side for a while.

Then he said, "You did well, you didn't say much or make any mistakes."

Ling Feng turned his head and glanced at him.

"This is only the first time."

The God of Destruction nodded.

"It will be easier next time."

He didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

Ling Feng stood on the floating platform for a while longer, until the wind picked up a bit more, before he turned his gaze away and headed back the way he came towards the exit of the God Realm.

When he returned to Wuhun Capital, it was already getting dark, and the lights on both sides of the street were gradually coming on.

He walked through the long street, past the city gate, and arrived at the temple.

Qian Renxue sat on the veranda, holding a cup of tea in her hand. The tea was still hot. When she saw him walk in through the courtyard gate, she did not stand up. Instead, she pushed another cup of tea to the side, as if she had expected him to return at this time.

She asked, "Was it going smoothly?"

Ling Feng walked over and sat down beside her, picked up the cup of tea and took a sip; the temperature was just right.

"smoothly.

I'll probably have to go every few months from now on.

Qian Renxue nodded.

"That's alright."

Ling Feng said, "It's alright."

They sat on the veranda and finished their tea.

The flags on the distant city wall fluttered slowly in the wind, making a soft sound, as if drawing a quiet end to the day.

When winter came, the snow in Wuhun City melted more slowly than in previous years.

The snow in the fields outside the city has receded to the edge of the field, revealing damp soil, like a painting being slowly wiped away.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, looking at the land in the distance that was slowly awakening, and felt something within him also awakening.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but he felt as if a force was quietly waiting deep within, neither urging him on nor falling asleep.

That evening, Ling Feng returned from the God Realm, and the circular pattern below his knees was glowing as he knelt down.

The God of Destruction stood before him, saying nothing, simply watching him.

After a long silence, the God of Destruction finally spoke: "Are you ready?"

Ling Feng did not answer "ready" or "not ready," he simply said, "I've done everything I was supposed to do."

The God of Destruction nodded.

"Let's begin then."

Ling Feng stood still in the center of the open space at the edge of the God Realm.

The circular patterns underfoot are slowly lighting up from the edges toward the center, like rings of flames being lit, spreading along the engravings.

The light wasn't blinding; it was warm, as if something was slowly awakening beneath the ground.

He could feel the patterns touching the soles of his boots, like roots probing the boundaries of the soil.

He didn't back down or look down; he just stood there, waiting for the light to spread from the ground up to his ankles, knees, and waist.

When he closed his eyes, the world was quiet for a moment, and then the sounds reappeared.

It wasn't the voice from the outside world, but a voice from the depths of his memory; fragments that had been smoothed out by time were slowly resurfacing.

He heard the bells of the Spirit Hall bell tower when he awakened his spirit at the age of six, he heard the slight pause in Qian Renxue's voice when she first called his name, and he heard his father tapping the ground with a wooden stick by the training ground, urging him to do it again.

He heard the shrieking of soul-guided shells slicing through the air on the battlefield, and the almost silent rustling of snow falling on the city walls.

He heard the soft sound of scissors closing as Qian Daoliu sat in the offering hall pruning the flowers.

The sounds were as if they had been retrieved from the bottom of deep water and laid out before him one by one, without urging him to identify them, but simply to let him know that they were still there.

He felt his martial spirit rising from the depths of his body, like bubbles slowly rising from the bottom of water. The holy dragon was passing through the memories deposited in his body, moving slowly and steadily along his meridians.

He sensed that it was changing, not in form, but in essence, a transition from one state to another.

When he opened his eyes, the light was still there, but it was not the pale golden light that rose from the ground before. It was a light that mixed gold, silver and purple, like three different rivers converging in the same channel and rushing forward together.

Chapter 308 The Possibility of Dual Godhood

He felt himself being lifted up, rising from the ground, but not physically; it was his consciousness rising, as if something was being peeled away from his body while something else was being absorbed from the outside.

Light enveloped him, passing through his skin, seeping into his veins, and flowing forward along every path that had been opened in his body.

He felt as if he were walking in a long corridor, not with his feet, but with his mind. He walked past the things he had experienced, to the back of those things, and saw how they were placed inside him.

He saw the enemies he had defeated, the people he had lost, and those tiny moments he thought he had forgotten—a morning, a cup of tea, a leaf falling from a tree.

Those moments are no longer memories, but have become something more tangible, like stone, like flowing water, like light, placed in the places he has already traversed within his body.

He felt his soul power merging with those textures, becoming thicker and more transparent than before.

He didn't know how long he had stood in that light.

Time in that area doesn't seem to flow; it's more like it's been stretched out and laid out, like a piece of fabric that's been carefully smoothed.

He walked through the area of ​​light, reached the other end, and then stopped.

He turned around and looked back at the light, which was receding behind him, as if completing some kind of handover.

It has completed its part; the rest it needs to do on its own.

He stood there, feeling that something inside him had changed.

It's not that something was added or subtracted, but rather that the path he had been walking had reached a point where there was a marker, not indicating the direction, but simply confirming that he had completed the necessary steps.

He looked down at his hand. The palm lines were still there, but the edges were covered with a very faint golden halo, as if they were gently wrapped by something.

He could feel his pulse still beating, at the same rhythm as before, but each beat carried an echo he hadn't noticed before, as if each heartbeat was extending further into his body, touching corners he had never reached before.

He looked up; the light had faded, and the circular patterns on the ground had returned to a dull gray.

Ling Feng did not move immediately.

He stood still, feeling the new, subtle changes within his body.

He could feel his martial spirit merging with him in a way he had never experienced before; it wasn't separate, but intertwined.

He could feel his soul power flowing, like a river that had finally found its riverbed and was flowing forward at a steady pace.

He could feel his body adapting to a new state, as if he had just turned from a familiar path onto a slightly different one. The sensation under his feet had changed, but his steps remained steady.

He could feel his breathing becoming deeper, as if there was more space in his chest cavity, allowing more air to be contained.

As he took a step, there was a very soft sound on the ground beneath his feet, as if a stone had finally been firmly planted.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the open air.

He walked across the open space and back the way he came.

His steps were more steady than before, and there was no unnecessary swaying when he landed.

He didn't turn around, but he could feel the open space behind him slowly darkening, as if it were closing itself off automatically after he walked away.

As he walked along the gray flagstone paths, the silver moss on either side shimmered softly in the light.

He didn't stop to look, but he noticed the change in the light; it was softer than when it came, as if responding to his presence.

He didn't dwell on the changes in the light; he simply continued walking.

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

The old locust tree in the courtyard has a blurred outline, like a watercolor painting that hasn't quite dried yet.

Qian Renxue stood under the eaves, holding a cup of tea in her hand. She didn't speak, but her gaze lingered on him for a moment. Then she placed another cup of tea on the stone table, rim up, leaving a seat for him.

He walked over, sat down at the stone table, picked up the cup of tea, and took a sip.

The tea is at the perfect temperature.

He put down his teacup and felt the new power flowing quietly within him, unhurried and gentle, as if it had finally found its place.

Qian Renxue stood under the eaves, holding a cup of tea in her hand. She saw him walk into the courtyard, her gaze lingering on him for a moment. Then she put down her teacup, walked up to him, and looked up at him for a while.

"you've changed."

She didn't ask him what had changed, she just confirmed it.

"Ah."

Ling Feng said, "I've become a god."

At night, Jin Chen sat in the courtyard, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and remained silent for a while.

"Boss, you're a god now, so will you still live here?"

Ling Feng said, "Stay."

Jin Chen then asked, "Will you still go to the God Realm?"

Ling Feng said, "Yes, but I will still come back."

Jin Chen took a sip of wine and didn't ask any more questions.