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

There was no sky, no earth, no reference point, only a continuous, omnipresent purple light, suspended like mist all around, slowly rotating, moving, and rearranging.

What he was stepping on was not rock or soil, but a substance between liquid and solid. Stepping on it would leave a slight indentation, which would then return to its original shape.

He took a step forward and then felt the force surging towards him from all directions. It wasn't an attack, but a probe, like countless invisible hands touching his boundaries, measuring his outline, and determining what he was.

He did not resist; he simply stood there and let the force touch him.

He could feel those forces passing through his skin, seeping into his meridians, and moving along the path of soul power.

He felt those powers being drawn to his martial soul, like water flowing downhill, being absorbed into his Holy Dragon Martial Soul—not absorbed, but transformed.

The destructive forces were changing direction; instead of passing through his body, they were becoming part of him, as if being injected into a new vessel.

He started walking forward.

With each step he took, the power grew stronger, as if the density was increasing with his movement.

He wasn't in a hurry; he made sure each step was solid before moving on to the next.

He felt his power intertwining with those destructive forces, like two different colored threads being woven into the same piece of cloth.

He walked for a long time, not knowing how far he had gone, and a barrier appeared in front of him. It wasn't a wall, but a boundary that he couldn't see but could feel, like an invisible surface. When he reached out to touch the barrier, he felt a slight resistance at his fingertips, like the rebounding sensation of water being pushed down.

He did not back down.

He could feel the barrier changing as he touched it, not hardening, but softening, as if it were adapting to him.

He withdrew his hand, then stretched it out again, this time pressing his entire palm against it.

The barrier fell silent, then began to open towards him, slowly and cautiously, as if deciding whether to allow him to pass.

He stood there, without urging anyone on.

He knew this was the most important step. Whether he could pass it did not depend on how strong he was, but on whether he had enough time to wait, to persevere, and to wait for the door to open by itself.

The barrier didn't keep him waiting long; it vanished before him as if it had melted away, revealing a passage that he could use.

He continued forward, sensing that the destructive forces were becoming more concentrated, but no longer a test; it was as if they were confirming that he had passed through and was ready to enter deeper.

As he reached the end of the passage, a swirling core formed from purple light appeared before him.

It is neither a physical entity nor a phantom, but an existence between the two, slowly rotating like the beating of a heart, like the origin of the entire Destruction Domain, like the form formed when all destructive power converges to its extreme.

It was there, neither near him nor far from him, simply waiting for him.

Standing before the swirling light, Ling Feng felt his martial soul resonating with it, as if an invisible thread was connecting the core to him.

He felt his power extending in that direction, as if he were establishing a connection with a greater force.

He stretched out his hand.

The swirling light did not resist; it flowed into his body through his palm, like a dried-up riverbed finally finding water.

The destructive power was flowing through his body, like passing through a pre-cut riverbed, and then it began to settle inside him, like sand sinking to the bottom of the water.

He felt his martial spirit changing, as if it were rearranging itself, like a piece of iron that had been repeatedly folded being reforged, each fold making it tighter, more stable, and more complete.

He felt his soul power merging with that core, not being devoured, but rather permeating each other, like two rivers exchanging a part of each other at their confluence.

He stood there, without moving.

He could feel the core slowly stabilizing within his body, like a stone finally sinking to the bottom of the water.

He opened his eyes.

The Domain of Destruction is changing; the purple light is fading, like the tide receding.

He saw the God of Destruction standing in the distance, at the edge of the fading light. He didn't speak, but just looked at Ling Feng with something like confirmation in his eyes, as if he had been waiting for a long time and had finally received the result he had been waiting for.

He said, "You've passed."

His voice was softer than before, “You are now the God of Destruction.”

Ling Feng stood in that dissipating realm of destruction, feeling the new core within his body slowly and steadily rotating.

It's not in a hurry, it doesn't show off, it just sits there, like a chess piece that has just been placed in the right position.

He knew this was just the beginning, and there were still many things he needed to understand and adapt to, but he knew he had already crossed that threshold.

All he needs to do now is keep going.

Chapter 311 The First Deity in Ten Thousand Years

At the same time, an aura swept across the entire Douluo Star.

When that aura passed through the Douluo Continent, it was like a silent wind, without shape or color, but wherever it passed, everyone stopped what they were doing.

The first to sense it were the Title Douluos standing at the top of the continent, then the Soul Douluos, then the Soul Saints and Soul Emperors, and finally the ordinary people who didn't even know why they suddenly stopped.

No one explained, but everyone knew something had happened, something very, very big.

The city walls of Wuhun Capital appeared even thicker than usual in the twilight light, and the moss in the gaps between the bricks gleamed with a damp sheen, as if it had just been soaked by rain.

The soldiers patrolling the city wall didn't know why they suddenly stopped; they simply stopped in their tracks and looked up at the sky.

There was nothing unusual in the sky; the clouds were normal, the birds were normal, the sunset was normal, but they felt that the sky seemed to be deeper than before.

One of the soldiers turned to his comrade beside him and said in a low voice, "Did you feel it?"

"I felt it."

The companion's voice was even lower, "I don't know what it is, but I immediately felt at ease."

The soldier didn't ask any more questions. He continued to grip the spear, but his grip loosened slightly, as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

He started walking again, his steps more steady than before.

Inside the offering hall, Qian Daoliu was watering a pot of orchids.

The kettle in his hand stopped suddenly when it was tilted halfway down.

Water flowed from the spout and landed on the soil around the edge of the flowerpot, spreading out in a small dark patch.

He didn't immediately straighten the kettle, but kept it tilted, as if waiting for the water to run out.

Qian Renxue walked in through the side door and saw her grandfather standing there.

She stopped at the doorway and said softly, "Grandpa, you felt it too."

Qian Daoliu did not turn around, his gaze still fixed on the orchid: "I felt it. When that aura passed through the Martial Soul Capital, the kettle in my hand stopped by itself."

He paused, straightened up, and put the kettle back on the table. "He's done."

His voice held no surprise, only a calmness that came after confirmation.

Qian Renxue walked to his side: "He will come back."

Qian Daoliu nodded: "I understand."

He didn't say anything more, but just looked down at the orchid, a drop of water still clinging to the tip of its leaf.

Qian Renxue stood for a long time under the side corridor of the offering hall. She held nothing in her hands, her fingers hanging naturally at her sides. She simply stood there watching the sky gradually darken.

She kept an eye on the direction of that aura, sensing its dissipation and perceiving its echo.

She didn't know how far the aura had traveled, where it had spread, or which corners it would reach, but she knew it had done what it was supposed to do.

Jin Chen held the Trident of the Sea God in the training ground, its tip pointing diagonally towards the ground.

When he felt that aura pass through his body, his martial soul seemed to be gently stirred by something.

He grinned and muttered to himself, "Boss, you did it. I knew you could do it."

He stood there for a while, savoring the lingering aura, as if confirming the accuracy of his earlier statement.

Then he readjusted his grip on the halberd, hoisted the Trident of Poseidon onto his shoulder, and strode toward the Hall of Worship.

His steps were steady, each step carrying a solid weight.

Ning Rongrong peeked out from the side hall and called out to him, "Brother Jin Chen, where are you going?"

Jin Chen turned and glanced at her: "Go find Grandpa Qian. You sensed it too, didn't you?"

Ning Rongrong nodded and quickly followed, walking beside him: "I felt it. When that aura passed by, my Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda lit up by itself."

She paused, then asked, "When do you think Brother Shengzi will be back?"

Jin Chen thought for a moment and said, "Soon. He'll be back once he's finished with his business there."

Ning Rongrong didn't ask any more questions and followed him toward the Hall of Worship. The setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them.

In a small courtyard in the east of the city, Tang San was sitting on a stone bench, polishing the wooden handle of an old dagger.

He had already sanded the wooden handle very smooth, and was still using fine sandpaper for the final polishing.

Ah Yin came out of the house, carrying a bowl of warm water, and placed it on the stone table.

She said softly, "Mistress, take a break."

Tang San didn't stop what he was doing: "Mother, I just felt it."

Ah Yin sat down beside him: "What did you sense?"

Tang San paused for a moment: "There's an aura coming from a very far place. It's like..."

He was silent for a moment, trying to find the right word, “It’s like saying, someone has reached the end.”

Ah Yin looked at him gently: "That person, is the Holy Son?"

Tang San nodded: "It should be him."

He raised the dagger, examined the blade in the light, then put it back in its cloth case and set it aside.

He stood up, walked into the courtyard, and stood there for a while.

Ah Yin didn't ask any more questions. She just sat on the stone bench, watching his back, and said softly, "Then you should find an end for yourself too."

Tang San didn't turn around, but he stood there for a long time, as if he was weighing those words in his heart.

Then he turned around, walked back to the stone bench, picked up the dagger, drew the blade again, and examined it once more in the light.

Deep within the Starry Sky Forest, a delicate ripple spread across the surface of the Lake of Life.

Di Tian stood by the lake, his golden vertical pupils slightly contracted. He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of tree canopy and falling towards the sky.

He sensed that aura passing by, spreading further and further away.