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

Ning Rongrong sat on the stone steps beside her, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands. She looked at Ling Feng, then at Jin Chen, and said, "Then I'll stay here too."

Ling Feng didn't answer, but he thought that was fine too.

Late at night, Ling Feng sat alone on the veranda. The night breeze blew in from outside the courtyard, carrying the scent of the distant fields and the dampness of spring's approach.

He sat for a while, then closed his eyes, feeling the power within his body flowing slowly, like water in a river, with its own rhythm, requiring no guidance from him.

Tomorrow at dawn, he will still sit on the veranda drinking tea as usual, stand in the courtyard for a while, take a walk around the city wall, and look at the fields and trees that are waking up.

He will live here, and he will also go to the realm of gods. He will have many things to do, and he will also have more time to do nothing.

But those are things for tomorrow.

Now, he sits on the porch, listening to the wind rustling through the leaves, and feels that this is good enough.

Ling Feng sat under the corridor of the offering hall all night.

He didn't put the empty cup back on the tray until long after he had finished the tea.

He felt the moonlight filtering through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree, falling on the back of his hand. The edges of those light spots were clearer than before, as if he could suddenly distinguish how many leaves each ray of light had reflected before falling onto his hand.

He didn't deliberately observe these changes; he simply noticed their existence.

After Qian Renxue went in, she did not come out again. The lanterns under the corridor swayed a few times in the wind, like a quiet sign waiting for him.

Ling Feng sat leaning against the pillar for a long time until the moon moved from the east to the zenith. Only then did he stand up, shake off the fallen leaves clinging to his robes, and turn to go inside.

Chapter 309 Destroying the Godhood

His first morning after becoming a god was not much different from any other.

He woke up before dawn. There were birds chirping outside the window, sparser than in summer, as if only a few were still persisting.

As he sat up, he felt a new power flowing slowly within him, like water in a river, neither fast nor slow, requiring no guidance from him.

He got dressed, pushed open the door, and the branches of the old locust tree appeared even clearer in the morning light than yesterday, with even the smallest branches looking as if they had been redrawn.

He stood under the veranda and took a deep breath, feeling that the humidity, temperature, and speed of the air entering his lungs were more distinct than before.

He looked down at his hands; the faint golden halo around his fingers was still there, almost invisible in the morning light, but he knew it was there.

Qian Renxue opened the window and saw him standing in the courtyard. She said from a short distance away, "The tea is ready."

Ling Feng turned around, walked to the corridor, and sat down at the stone table.

The tea was still hot, and the warmth of the cup seeped through the clay to his fingertips, bringing a steady comfort.

He sat by the stone table for a while, not in a hurry to drink, but first letting his fingertips feel the temperature of the cup before picking it up and taking a sip.

The slight bitterness of the tea melts on the tip of the tongue as it enters the mouth, as if dissolved by water.

That morning he went to the training ground, where Jin Chen was already there, practicing a halberd technique that he had practiced countless times.

Ling Feng stopped in front of him, without saying a word, just standing there watching.

After finishing his practice, Jin Chen stopped, slammed the trident on the ground, and turned to look at Ling Feng.

He looked at Ling Feng for a while, then said, "You look different when you stand there."

Ling Feng asked, "What's different?"

Jin Chen thought for a moment, as if searching for the right word.

“You used to stand there like a stone.”

Now you stand there, like a tree.

Ling Feng didn't answer, but he kept Jin Chen's words in his mind for a while.

Ning Rongrong practiced the auxiliary skills of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda for a while by the martial arts arena. After finishing her practice, she ran over, stood between the two of them, looked up at Ling Feng, and then looked at Jin Chen.

She tilted her head and thought for a while.

"Brother Holy Son, now that you're a god, does that mean you won't need to eat anymore?"

Ling Feng said, "We still need to eat."

Ning Rongrong seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's good.

I was worried you wouldn't eat with us anymore.

At lunchtime, Jin Chen sat opposite him as usual, eating attentively with her bowl in hand.

Ling Feng sat opposite him, his speed of picking up food remained the same, but he could feel that when he chewed the food, the distribution of flavors on the tip of his tongue was clearer than before. Salty, sweet, fresh, and fragrant tastes seemed to be layered and spread out, rather than mixed together.

He finished his meal quietly, and when he put down his chopsticks, Qian Renxue also put down hers. She looked up at him for a moment, then looked away, as if she had already confirmed something and didn't need to check again.

In the afternoon, Ling Feng went to the small courtyard in the east of the city.

Tang San was sawing a piece of wood in the yard. Wood shavings fell at his feet, piling up into a small pile of light yellow dust.

He saw Ling Feng walk in, stopped sawing, as if he had something to say, but it wasn't urgent, so he finished his work first and put the sawn wood aside.

He sat down on the stone bench and patted the sawdust off his hands.

"You are a god now."

His tone was calm, as if he were stating a fact he knew.

Ling Feng sat down opposite him.

"Ah."

Tang San thought for a while, as if searching for the right words.

"Will you still come here like this?"

Ling Feng said, "Yes."

Tang San nodded, as if he had received an answer he had expected.

He didn't ask anything more, but turned around and picked up the piece of wood that had already been sawn. He examined it carefully in the sunlight, as if looking for the most suitable place for it, or as if confirming what else the wood could be used to polish.

Ling Feng didn't leave immediately. He sat in the courtyard for a while, watching him continue to polish the wooden handle of the old dagger.

In the evening, Ling Feng went to the city wall alone.

He stood by the battlements, the wind blowing, carrying the scents of the fields and the distant river.

He felt those breaths passing by him more slowly than he was, like the wind slowing down as it goes around a rock.

He stood there for a while watching the sunset, watching the sun sink behind the distant mountain ridge, dyeing the entire sky in varying shades of orange-red and dark purple.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall watching the setting sun. He didn't try to remember it or describe it. He just watched the light in the sky gradually dim in front of him.

When I returned to the Hall of Offerings, Qian Renxue was sitting on the veranda reading a book. She looked at the words on the pages for a while, and then at the shadows in the courtyard for a while.

He didn't disturb her, but simply sat down beside her.

She turned a page of her book, didn't look up, and said, "What are the plans for tomorrow?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"Nothing special."

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

Qian Renxue said, "Then I'll go too."

Ling Feng didn't reply. He leaned against a pillar, closed his eyes in the gradually darkening sky, and felt the power within his body flowing like a slow river, simply passing by without needing to go anywhere.

He surrendered himself to the night, letting it slowly unfold around him.

He knew tomorrow would come, and he was ready.

The call of the God of Destruction came on an ordinary afternoon.

Ling Feng was sitting on the veranda, holding a half-cold cup of tea. The shadow of the old locust tree moved slowly at his feet, like a piece of cloth being retracted inch by inch by the sunlight.

The purple token felt warm in his arms, not burning, but a sustained warmth, like the temperature transmitted from a hand that had been held for too long.

He did not get up immediately, but finished the tea in his cup, put the cup back on the stone table, and then stood up and walked towards the secret chamber deep inside the offering hall.

Qian Renxue watched him stand up from under the eaves, without asking any questions, and simply watched his figure disappear around the corner of the corridor.

The door to the secret room closed behind him with a low, muffled sound.

He took out the token, and purple light surged from his palm, not to illuminate, but to permeate, as if something was being awakened within him.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already standing at the entrance to the God Realm of Destruction. The sky above the God Realm was deeper than before, and the purple was transitioning to a deep purple, as if something was making the entire realm heavier and quieter.

The God of Destruction stood on the steps in front of the palace, not with his hands behind his back. His hands hung at his sides, and his gaze was fixed on Ling Feng, as if he had been looking at that spot for a long time.

His voice echoed in the vast divine realm, not loud, but deep.

Chapter 310 Transformation

"You have completed the first eight of the Nine Trials of Destruction. Now only the final one remains. If you wish to inherit the position of the God of Destruction, you must first pass this trial."

He paused for a moment, then said, “The test is this: in the realm of destruction, bear the full weight of the power of destruction and transform it into your own power.”

Ling Feng stood still, feeling the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly, as if something was awakening beneath his feet.

The God of Destruction looked at him: "The Domain of Destruction will test your limits, not how much destructive power you can withstand, but whether you can transform that power into your own will, whether you can control it without being devoured by it. Are you ready?"

Ling Feng did not answer, but simply took a step forward.

The God of Destruction watched him take that step, then raised his hand, and a purple crack split open from the ground, spreading along the steps to both sides. The crack grew larger and larger, revealing the bottomless purple void below.

Ling Feng stood at the edge of the crack and could feel the aura rising from below. It was pure destruction—not an attack, nor a threat, but simply existence.

He jumped.

The fall didn't last long, but it felt like an eternity, as if he had passed through layer upon layer of something.

Purple light flashed past him, and he felt as if he were crossing a boundary, but not through space, but as if he were passing through a thin film made of time.

When he landed, the ground made no sound, as if his weight was absorbed by the ground rather than being impacted.

He straightened up and looked around.

The Realm of Destruction was unlike any other place he had ever been before.