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

Qian Renxue watched him walk away, then went into the cafeteria.

In the evening, she sat on the veranda, without a book in her hand, just sitting there.

Ling Feng sat down next to her when he came out of the house.

After sitting for a while, Ling Feng asked, "When?"

Qian Renxue looked at the moonlight in the courtyard without turning her head: "Let's do it the day after tomorrow. We'll prepare for another day tomorrow."

She spoke in a non-heavy tone, as if she were saying something she had been thinking about for a long time that had finally been put on the agenda.

Ling Feng didn't say much, he just sat beside her, the moonlight falling between them like a thin layer of frost.

The next morning, when Ling Feng woke up, he found that Qian Renxue was no longer in the room.

When he walked into the yard, he saw her standing under the old locust tree, pruning a bunch of branches neatly.

She gathered the cut branches into a bunch and placed them in the corner.

Her movements were very light, as if she were doing something she had done many times before.

After she finished, she turned around and saw Ling Feng standing under the eaves. She smiled at him.

The smile didn't say anything extra; it was as if it were simply saying "Good morning."

She handled some tasks as usual that day.

She finished reviewing the last few documents in the study, folded them neatly, and put them back on the shelf.

Then she went to the small courtyard in the east of the city and sat with Tang San and Ah Yin for a while.

Ah Yin poured her a cup of tea and asked if something was on her mind. She shook her head and said, "It's not something on my mind, it's just that I'm going to do something."

Ah Yin didn't ask any further questions, but simply told him as she said goodbye, "Come back safely."

When Qian Renxue stepped out of the courtyard, the sun was setting.

She didn't sit on the veranda for long that night; she quickly got up and went back inside.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she had just confirmed the last thing she needed to confirm in her mind.

Then she turned over and fell asleep, more peacefully than expected.

On the morning of the third day, before it was fully light, the air still carried the chill of the night.

When Qian Renxue finished dressing and walked into the courtyard, Ling Feng was already standing under the old locust tree.

He didn't say anything like "Have a safe journey," but as she walked up to him, he simply said softly, "The tea is still warm."

Qian Renxue nodded.

She turned and walked towards the ancestral hall without looking back.

As she stood before the angel statue, the light emanating from her grew even stronger.

The light wasn't dazzling; it seemed more like she was creating a kind of resonance with the angel statue.

She could feel the thin barrier inside her body thinning, like ice melting. There was no need to break it down; she just needed to wait a little longer.

She closed her eyes, and then she felt her consciousness extending upwards, feeling the aura of the divine realm merging with her own.

She crossed that threshold.

After the light subsided, she stood before the angel statue, slightly out of breath, but her breathing quickly returned to normal.

She could feel the difference within herself, as if she had gone through a long journey and finally arrived at her destination.

She looked down at her hands for a while, her fingertips glowing with a faint golden light.

She turned and walked out of the offering hall. The morning light was shining in from above the courtyard wall and falling on the bluestone ground.

Ling Feng was still standing under the old locust tree, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

The tea was steaming slightly, and sunlight pierced through the wisp of white mist, landing on his fingers.

He handed her the cup of tea, as if to say: I told you, the tea is still hot.

Qian Renxue took it and took a sip.

It's still warm.

She looked up into the distance, where the morning light was spreading, falling on the city walls, rooftops, treetops, and fields further away.

She felt a steady rhythm forming between her heartbeat and the pulse of the earth.

When Qian Renxue entered the offering hall, the morning light had just climbed to the top of the courtyard wall.

She pushed open the door, and the sound of the hinges turning was clearer than usual, as if the entire space was waiting for her.

The candles inside the hall were still lit, left by the stewards who were on duty last night. The candle flames flickered slightly in the airflow before settling back to their steady state.

She walked across the bluestone pavement illuminated by the interplay of candlelight and morning light, her footsteps echoing in the empty hall, one after another, with a steady rhythm, as if she were measuring this distance she had walked countless times with her own steps.

She walked to the angel statue and stopped, standing in the spot where she had stood since childhood, looking up at the face of the statue.

It's different from before.

After she stood still, she felt the statue watching her.

She could feel that gaze, as if it were warm.

She closed her eyes and felt the soul power within her body flowing slowly, not as evenly as usual, but with a slight tremor, like the fine flow of a river before it freezes, as if some kind of change was brewing deep within.

She neither suppressed it nor guided it; she simply let it flow on its own.

Then she felt the tremor getting stronger, from a slight fluctuation to a continuous, rhythmic vibration.

She opened her eyes, and the surface of the angel statue was changing.

The stone surfaces, weathered by time, are gleaming with a very faint light—not a reflection, but light emanating from within.

She watched as the light slowly moved along the contours of the statue, following the folds of its robes, the edges of its wings, and the lines of its face, like an unseen river awakening from the depths of the statue.

The light lasted for a while, and then it began to fall off the statue.

It wasn't a break, but rather like pollen falling from flower petals after they've bloomed. Those specks of light detached from the surface of the statue and drifted toward her, as if attracted by something.

She stood there, neither retreating nor dodging, letting the points of light fall on her shoulders, arms, and robes, on the very places where each piece of her angelic attire was.

Chapter 314 Angel God

She could feel the light passing through her robes, seeping into her skin, meeting her soul power, and intertwining with it, like two thin threads being woven into the same knot.

Her soul power is changing, becoming denser than before, like water turning into honey, or wind turning into silk threads.

She could feel the light resonating with her martial spirit, merging with her twelve-winged angel phantom, making it more solid, and making the edges of the feathers clearer.

Those wings that were originally just outlines are now growing textures, as if they are transforming from lines into solids, from paintings into real objects.

She felt her twelve-winged angel unfolding, transforming from a phantom into something closer to reality.

Every feather is glowing, from the root to the tip, from the center to the edge.

She felt the feathers forming new connections with her bones, meridians, and soul power. These connections didn't seem to be added later; they seemed to have always been there, just unawakened.

Her left arm began to feel hot.

The left arm bone of the angelic divine armor was awakening from its slumber; she could feel it transforming from a quiet, silent state into an active, warm one.

The warmth spread upwards along her bones, through her shoulders, and connected to her torso.

She could feel that the torso bone was also responding, as if it were vibrating at the same frequency.

Then the right arm, then the skull, the left leg bone, and the right leg bone.

The six pieces of angelic armor were lighting up one after another, like six lamps being lit in sequence, each illuminating a corner of her body that had not yet been fully seen.

She felt the light changing from a scattered state to a connected state, forming a complete path along her bones, meridians, and blood vessels, like a woven circuit.

She looked up at the face of the statue, whose stone surface was becoming softer, as if it were transforming from hard stone into a texture closer to skin.

Qian Yuhan's phantom is emerging from inside the statue, first in outline, then in detail.

Her long silver hair cascaded down to her waist, swaying gently even without wind, while golden eyes met hers, as if casting a gaze from another dimension.

Her lips curled up slightly, as if she had finally met the person she had been waiting for.

Qian Yuhan did not speak immediately. She looked at Qian Renxue, her gaze slowly moving along the glowing parts of her body, as if checking the condition of the divine equipment.

She began by saying, "Your journey is longer than mine. When I took this step, I wasn't fully prepared."

Her voice was very soft, like a breeze passing through an empty hall.

Qian Renxue felt that after she said those words, the power flowing within her body seemed to respond to that comment, flowing even more smoothly.

She could feel her soul power merging with those lights, transforming from its original form into another.

She felt the light passing through the pathways that had already been traversed within her body, widening, deepening, and strengthening those pathways.

She looked down at her hands; the lines were becoming clearer, like ink lines that had been redrawn.

She looked up: "How did you leave back then?"

Qian Yuhan said, "Alone."

Qian Renxue did not press the matter further.

She could feel that the power flowing through her body had reached a critical point, like water rising to the edge of a dam, waiting for the final gate to open.

Qian Yuhan's phantom was becoming transparent, as if she was giving up the last bit of space.

She looked at Qian Renxue and said, "You've come this far, you know better than I how to get to the rest of the way."

Her voice was fading, and her ethereal form was slowly dissipating, like moisture being evaporated by the morning light.

As she dissipated, the points of light that had surrounded her did not disperse; they seemed to have been entrusted to Qian Renxue, flowing slowly along the meridians around her body.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, feeling the power within her body entering the final integration stage.

The light was converging with all her meridians, bones, and martial spirit, integrating into a more complete structure.

She felt her soul power changing from a flowing state to a fixed state.

She felt that her connection with this world had become clearer.

She opened her eyes and felt her breathing was deeper and longer than before, each breath taking in more air.