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

Jin Chen stopped practicing his halberd technique; he could feel his soul power slowly increasing.

Dugu Yan, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing all felt that power at the same moment.

Deep within the Starry Sky Forest, Di Tian stood by the lake, feeling the surging divine power flowing through the forest.

Gu Yuena's voice came from the lake: "The boundary wall has opened."

Di Tian did not answer, but he raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes reflecting the soft light emanating from the crack.

The crack persisted for a while, then began to slowly close, but it did not completely shut down, leaving a thin, elongated fissure at the edge. This fissure was large enough for divine power to continue to permeate, but it would not allow anything from the divine realm to easily fall into the lower realm.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue stood in the courtyard, their energy expenditure exceeding their expectations, and their breathing became slightly rapid.

Ling Feng said, "Is that enough?"

Qian Renxue sensed the state of the crack for a while: "That's enough. It won't close completely."

She paused, her gaze fixed on the distance: "The rest of the journey is up to them."

The wind is blowing across the distant fields, sweeping over the wheat that is just beginning to sprout ears.

No one ran around telling anyone about it, because everyone already knew it was done.

The rift is still there, and it will continue to exist for a long time to come, like a mark permanently etched in the sky, reminding the people of this continent that the door that was once tightly closed has been opened a crack for them.

The first moment when divine power surged into Douluo Continent, those who were stuck on the edge of a bottleneck were the first to be sensed.

It's not because they have more acute senses, but because their bodies are in a delicate balance, like a pool of water that's already overflowing, and any new injection could cause it to spill over.

Those Soul Masters who had been stable at level 89 for many years felt at that moment that the membrane inside their bodies was thinning. It wasn't being shattered by external forces, but rather they were melting, like someone who had been in the dark for too long finally feeling a ray of light shining through the window.

Some of them stopped what they were doing at that moment, closed their eyes, as if listening to an echo coming from a very far place.

In the south of Wuhun Capital, there is a small courtyard.

Zhou Yuanwu was sitting in the courtyard, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold.

He has been in the 89th grade for a full fourteen years.

More than ten years ago, he first sensed the existence of that door. He thought he only needed to take one more step forward to cross it, but he never managed to take that step.

He tried countless methods and explored countless possible paths, each time feeling like he had reached the door, only to be bounced back at the last moment.

He sat in the courtyard, the evening breeze ruffling his robes. He looked down at his reflection in the cup, the water reflecting his gray hair and the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He seemed to be waiting for something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was; he just felt he should wait a little longer.

At that very moment, he felt a surge of power.

The force was very light, as if someone had gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

He looked up and saw the crack in the sky slowly closing, but the thin beam of light left at the edge of the crack was still there.

He could feel that power surging out from there, passing through the courtyard where he was, through the familiar auras around him, and reaching the places within his body that he had explored countless times.

He didn't act immediately, but first sensed the texture of that power for a while, as if to confirm that it wasn't the kind of false premonition he had encountered before.

The barrier was thinning, like an ice wall gradually melting as spring arrived, water droplets sliding down the surface, and cracks spreading slowly but steadily from the edges to the center.

He put down his teacup, closed his eyes, and began to guide the power through the paths he had already traversed.

He felt his soul power merging with the surging divine power, like two rivers of different temperatures flowing into the same channel.

He could feel those nodes that had been blocked for years loosening, like a bottle cap that had been tightened for too long finally being turned half a turn.

He felt those long-dormant corners within him being reawakened, like the windows of a room that hadn't been entered in a long time finally being opened.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a halo forming at the edge of his fingers.

The light was very faint, like a thin layer of mist that had just gathered.

He looked down at his hands for a while and felt that the membrane inside his body had completely disappeared. It was gone, as if it had never been a real door, but just an illusion that he had confirmed after repeatedly checking it himself.

He felt himself crossing that threshold he had touched countless times before.

After he stepped across, he found himself standing on a new piece of ground. This ground was no different from the previous one, but he could feel that its density was different.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has a secluded cultivation cave in the back mountain.

Zhao Qingshi was sitting cross-legged in the cave, his breathing was very slow, as if he was stretching each exhale to its limit.

He's been stuck in the 89 class for sixteen years.

In his youth, he was one of the best outer disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. His talent in soul power was not top-notch, but it was solid, and he took every step very steadily.

He thought he would reach the level of a Title Douluo before he turned forty, but forty passed, fifty passed, and sixty passed, and he remained stuck at that threshold.

He raised his hand and saw a thin layer of light forming at the edges of his fingers.

The light wasn't scorching; it was more like the warmth of light from outside the window shining through the thin mist onto the table.

He felt himself stepping over the door, not by banging it open, but by letting it open by itself.

He walked through the door and into the space behind it, a space he had imagined countless times.

He could feel the soul power within his body rearranging, changing from a liquid state to a gaseous state.

He looked down at his palm; the lines on his palm were clearer than before, as if they had been redrawn.

He spread his five fingers, then slowly closed them again, as if to confirm that the power was still there.

Then he stood up, walked to the cave entrance, looked up at the sky, and saw that the crack was still there, its edges glowing with a very faint light.

Chapter 317 The Silver Dragon King Recovers from His Injuries

The former site of the Haotian Sect, a wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

Zhou Buping was sitting on the threshold, wiping an old sword. He had been stuck at level 89 for twenty-two years.

In his youth, he was an outer disciple of the Haotian Sect. After the Haotian Sect closed the mountain, he did not leave but lived at the foot of the mountain. Every morning, he would go up the mountain to sweep the stone steps and go down the mountain to return to his wooden house in the evening.

He stopped cultivating, as if he had accepted the fact that the door would never open for him again.

But he still kept that sword.

Zhou Buping stopped, his hand hovering in mid-air, a mark remaining on the sword that he hadn't had time to wipe off.

He felt the soul power within his body flowing slowly.

He put down his sword, closed his eyes, and felt his soul power merging with the surging aura, becoming denser than before.

Those meridians that he had abandoned for many years are now being reactivated.

The door he thought was sealed shut was slowly and silently reopening.

After he crossed the finish line, he didn't stand up; he just sat there, like someone who had been sitting at the finish line for a long time.

He looked down at his outstretched palm, the halo of light at his fingertips slowly stabilizing.

In a small town on the border of the Star Luo Empire, Zhao Yuanshan was chopping wood in his own yard.

Before the axe in his hand could fall, his arm stopped in mid-air.

He looked up and saw the crack hanging above the clouds.

He put down his axe and sat down against the wall.

More than 20 years ago, he was a deacon of the Spirit Temple of the Star Luo Empire. He was demoted to this border town after a mission failed.

He stayed here for more than 20 years and never went back.

He felt his soul power merging with that power, slowly reshaping the paths he had abandoned for many years.

He felt himself stepping through that doorway, which was narrow, but he was thin enough to get through.

After he walked over, he didn't stand up immediately, but sat down at the base of the wall, feeling the power that had been dormant for many years flowing again.

On the seventh day after the divine power surged into the Douluo Continent, people from all over the continent began to sense the changes within their own bodies.

The changes were not publicized, but self-evident, like a crack being pried open in winter, allowing the wind to slip in along the gap, carrying a warmth that did not belong to this season. Sunlight shone through that crack, illuminating those corners that had been in the shadows for a long time.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, watching the crack in the distance slowly and continuously working.

Qian Renxue walked to his side: "I can sense that several auras in the south have become stronger."

Ling Feng said, "There are some in the north too. The total is more than I expected."

He paused for a moment: "Those who had been stuck for a long time have finally overcome it."

The sky over the Asura God Realm is turning crimson.

It was a color deeper than blood and calmer than flames, as if something was slowly boiling and gathering from the edge of the field towards the center.

The Asura God stood on the steps in front of the palace, holding a long sword in his hand. The sword made a very faint humming sound on its own even without wind, as if responding to the surging anger within him.

He sensed the opening of the rift, the tide of divine power flowing into the lower realm, and the fact that those humans who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for years were breaking through one by one, pushing away the domains that should have belonged to him inch by inch.

Those plans he had laid out for countless years, those pieces he had personally selected, those lines he thought he had firmly in his grasp, were breaking off, falling off, and being blown away by the wind, one by one.

As he sensed Ling Feng and Qian Renxue working together to tear open the boundary, his fingers gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white, as if he wanted to crush the sword into his palm.

As he sensed divine power flowing into the lower realm and transforming mortals, he felt those who should have been sinking in darkness beginning to shine one by one.

He raised his hand, ready to strike.

Just then, a silver light rose from the lower realm, passing through the not-yet-completely-closed rift, through the surging waves of divine power, through the boundary defenses he had laid out, and pierced straight into the very center of the Asura God Realm.

When the beam of light landed, the ground looked as if it had been struck by a meteorite, with cracks spreading outwards.

The edges of the crack gleamed with a silvery-white luster, as if something was rising from the depths of the earth.

Her silver hair cascaded down to her ankles, and the image of the Asura God was reflected in her golden vertical pupils.

Gu Yuena stood on the ground of the Asura God Realm, surrounded by silver-white light that seemed to be fighting against the surrounding blood-red clouds, making her silhouette exceptionally clear.

Her gaze fell on the Asura God, very calmly, as if she were looking at an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time but still remembered his face.

"Asura God, your opponent is me."

Her voice was soft, yet it pierced through the entire Asura God Realm, through the churning crimson clouds, like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, shattering all the silence.

The Asura God looked at her, and slightly turned the long sword in his hand.

His gaze swept over her aura for a moment, then he spoke: "You've broken through."

Gu Yuena said, "I've waited for many years, and this day has finally come."