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

"Lord."

Di Tian's voice rang out in the empty forest.

Gu Yuena rose from the lake, her long silver hair cascading to the water's surface. She stood on the lake, her silver hair swaying gently in the breeze, her golden vertical pupils gazing into the distance.

"You felt it."

She wasn't questioning, but confirming.

Di Tian nodded: "That aura is very stable. It doesn't seem like a power that has just been condensed. It seems to have been settling for a long time and has finally found an outlet."

Gu Yuena did not respond immediately.

After a while, she spoke: "He had been walking all along, and now he has finally arrived. It was a little faster than I expected, but it was just right."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I've waited so long for this day."

After saying that, she didn't linger. She turned and sank into the lake, and the lake returned to calm, leaving only ripples spreading outwards.

Di Tian stood by the lake. When the aftershocks of the ripples passed by his feet, he did not retreat. Only after the ripples completely disappeared did he turn around and walk into the depths of the forest, his pace slower than when he came.

The mountain gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School became blurred in the twilight, and the stone steps in front of the mountain gate were slowly cooled by the evening breeze.

Chapter 312 Mainland Tremor

Ning Fengzhi stood by the window of the council hall, holding a cup of tea in his hand, the tea no longer steaming.

He neither drank nor put the cup down; he simply held the cup of tea and gazed at the darkening sky outside.

Chen Xin sat on a chair not far away, with his eyes closed, sensing the lingering effect of that aura.

He opened his eyes, his voice low and calm: "He did it."

Ning Fengzhi turned around: "I know. When that aura passed by, the teacup in my hand warmed up by itself."

He looked down at his hands. "He's gone further than we thought."

Chen Xin nodded: "It is a bit far, but he walked the path himself. I could tell that this child was different from others when he was still struggling for a soul ring."

Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup: "How is it different?"

Chen Xin thought for a while: "Others rush on their journey and want to rest when they reach their destination. He's not like that. It's as if those roads were always there, and he just walked through them."

Ning Fengzhi didn't ask any more questions; he turned around and looked out the window again.

Night had completely enveloped the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's mountain gate, and the distant mountain ridgeline was no longer clearly visible, but he knew that someone was walking their own path there, and that person had already arrived.

Night had already enveloped the entire mountain in the former site of the Haotian Sect.

The elder guarding the mountain gate sat on the stone steps in front of the gate, with a broom resting horizontally on his lap.

He stopped what he was doing when he sensed that presence passing by.

He remained silent for a long time, as if sensing the lingering effects of that aura.

He raised his head, glanced at the darkening sky above the mountain gate, and muttered to himself, "That child has made something of himself."

He looked down at the broom in his hand again: "It's time to put an end to what happened back then."

After he finished speaking, he leaned the broom against the door, slowly stood up, and looked at the distant mountain shadows, as if he was thinking about something he had been considering for a long time.

He didn't sit down again, nor did he go back inside. He just stood there in the night, letting the evening breeze flutter the hem of his robe.

The former territory of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family has been completely covered by weeds. The broken walls and ruins have lost their original outlines in the twilight, turning into a bunch of blurry dark shadows.

A broken pillar stands askew in the ruins, covered with withered vines.

Several flying insects flitted among the broken walls, as if even they were searching for the long-lost echoes in this ruin.

A grayish-white moth landed on a broken pillar, its wings folded together.

When that aura passed by, the moth stirred slightly, as if startled by something, but quickly quieted down again.

Someone in the distance whispered, "Those who should leave, should leave."

The voice was very soft, like a traveler who had already gone a long way looking back.

Then there is no more.

The coastline of the Sun and Moon Continent appears exceptionally long in the afterglow of the setting sun, with waves crashing against the beach one after another, the sound even and persistent.

Xu Shaoyang stood on the highest terrace of the palace, the sea breeze making his robes flutter and his hair blown backward.

He could sense that aura coming from a very far place, crossing the entire ocean to reach this coastline, as if it had traveled a very long distance.

He knew who the master of that power was.

A general walked in from the terrace doorway, bowed and clasped his hands: "Your Majesty, you have been standing here for almost an hour. The sea breeze is strong, it is time to go back."

Xu Shaoyang didn't turn around: "Stand a little longer."

He paused, then asked, "Did you sense that aura just now?"

The general bowed his head: "I sensed it. Although I don't know exactly what it is, I know that the aura came from the direction of Douluo Continent."

Xu Shaoyang was silent for a moment: "It was him. He reached the finish line."

His voice was calm, as if he were stating something he already knew would happen.

The general didn't ask any further questions, but simply stood quietly a few steps behind him.

Xu Shaoyang stood there for a while longer, until the sun had completely sunk below the sea, and the color of the sea changed from golden yellow to dark red and then to deep blue.

He slowly withdrew his gaze: "Let's go back. There's still a long road ahead."

He turned and walked back into the palace.

The general followed behind him, his steps steady, as if he no longer needed to worry about what lay ahead.

The night breeze in Wuhun City was cooler than during the day. The lights in the streets and alleys had gradually come on, but there were fewer pedestrians than usual, as if everyone was quietly processing the same thing.

Ling Feng stood in the courtyard of the Hall of Offerings, with Qian Renxue standing beside him. Neither of them spoke.

The branches and leaves of the old locust tree in the courtyard swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the moonlight filtered through the branches and leaves, falling on the ground like a layer of fine silver foil.

She spoke softly, "When you stood there, it was as if you finally didn't have to rush anymore."

Ling Feng did not respond immediately.

After a while, he finally spoke: "Yes. We don't need to rush anymore."

He paused, turned his head to look at her, and asked, "Will the tea still be hot tomorrow morning?"

Qian Renxue did not answer the question directly.

She paused for a moment, as if it were a simple question worthy of a serious response: "It's still hot. As long as it's still morning when you come back."

Ling Feng didn't say anything more.

He stood in the moonlight and felt the echoes that had spread far and wide slowly settling down, as if all the sounds had been put into a suitable container and would no longer escape.

He stood there, like someone who had finally reached the end and no longer needed to rush.

Qian Renxue began to seriously consider her own path to godhood on the third day after Ling Feng became a god.

That morning, as usual, she carried the teapot to the porch and poured Lingfeng a cup of tea.

When Ling Feng took it, she noticed that the faint halo around the edge of his fingers had become more subdued; it hadn't disappeared, but rather settled down.

She could feel the power within him flowing steadily, like a river that had found its own course and no longer needed to test its direction.

She sat down and poured herself a cup of tea.

The tea steamed in the morning light, and the sunlight fell on the rim of the cup, turning the steam into a translucent white.

She held the cup of tea, not drinking it immediately, but waiting for a while, as if waiting for an idea to surface from beneath the surface.

Ling Feng turned his head and glanced at her: "What are you thinking about?"

Qian Renxue didn't look up, her gaze fixed on the tea in her cup: "I'm thinking about something."

She didn't say what it was about, and Ling Feng didn't press her for details.

The two drank tea quietly, the leaves of the old locust tree rustling gently in the morning breeze. The wind was light, and the leaves rubbed against each other, making a soft, dry sound.

When Qian Renxue put down her teacup, the bottom of the cup made a soft sound as it hit the stone surface.

“I could feel it the day you became a god,” she said. “When that aura passed by, my martial spirit also moved.”

Ling Feng nodded: "You've accumulated enough experience."

Qian Renxue did not deny it: "I know that's enough. But I'm thinking about when to do it."

Chapter 313 The Eve of the Angel's Ascension to Godhood

Ling Feng did not answer for her.

He finished his tea and placed the cup on the table.

"When you're ready."

She didn't continue the topic, but she had already made a decision in her heart, like a seed quietly taking root in the soil, waiting for the right time to sprout.

That afternoon, Qian Renxue went to the Offering Hall.

She stood before the angel statue, her hands hanging at her sides, looking up at the statue's face.

Compared to when she first stood here many years ago, that gaze was less upward and more level.

She stood in front of the statue for a long time, so long that the light from the window began to slant.

She didn't pray for anything; she simply went through her past in her mind, making sure that she hadn't missed any of the hurdles she had overcome.

After confirming, she turned and walked out of the offering hall.

She met Jin Chen under the eaves.

Jin Chen had just finished practicing his skills and was carrying his trident on his way to the cafeteria when he saw her walking out of the offering hall. He stopped and asked, "Sister Xue'er, are you going too?"

Qian Renxue did not deny it: "It will be soon."

Jin Chen nodded: "Then I can't fall too far behind."

He carried the trident and walked away, his pace quicker than usual.