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

The Asura God sat on a broken stone pillar, a broken sword lying across his lap. The remaining patterns on the sword were slowly flowing, as if it was using its last bit of strength to maintain its existence.

His long hair fell over his shoulders, the ends of which had turned gray, as if the long standoff was eroding him from the edges, peeling away the parts that no longer needed to be preserved.

The edges of his robes were worn, and the once delicate patterns were now just blurry outlines, as if all the weight had been ground into fine sand, silently slipping through his fingertips.

His gaze swept over them one by one, first Ling Feng, then Qian Renxue, then Jin Chen, and finally landed on Gu Yuena, his eyes never leaving her.

His lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered three words: "You've come."

His voice was hoarser than before, as if the worn-out parts were affecting the quality of his speech.

Gu Yuena stood opposite him: "Let's end this."

The Asura God did not refute.

He stood up, and the broken sword reformed in his hand. The blood-red patterns on the sword were even deeper than before, as if it were drawing upon the remaining foundation from the depths.

He gripped the sword, took a step towards them, leaned forward slightly, shifting his weight forward like a tree bent by the wind, searching for a new foothold.

Ling Feng did not wait for him to take a second step.

The Panlong Staff was already in his hand. A purple light spread along the staff, leaving a scorching mark in the air, like the mark left when a red-hot iron block scratches a piece of cloth.

The Asura God dodged the attack to the side, not taking it head-on. He took a slight step back, swung his sword backhand, and a blood-red sword light flashed through the air, slashing towards Ling Feng's waist.

Qian Renxue's holy sword was already drawn, golden light condensing on its blade, intercepting the blood-red sword light from the side.

The two beams of light collided, producing a piercing sound, like the sound of a piece of iron being repeatedly folded and finally cracking. The sound echoed several times in the ruins before slowly dissipating.

Jin Chen cut in from another direction, sweeping out the Trident of Poseidon with the scent of seawater and wind. As the tip of the trident cut through the air, it created a fine ripple around it, as if it were squeezing the surrounding air to one side.

The Asura God did not completely dodge; the tip of the halberd grazed the tattered armor on his shoulder, leaving a thin crack.

He glanced down at the crack; a new fissure had appeared on the surface of the armor, its edges slowly darkening as if something were eroding it from the inside.

He raised his head and his gaze swept over the four people in turn, from Ling Feng to Qian Renxue to Jin Chen to Gu Yuena: "You are all more skilled than before."

Their coordination was much tighter than last time, as if they had rehearsed it many times.

Gu Yuena did not answer.

She raised her hand, and silver light condensed at her fingertips into a long spear with a slender shaft and a gleaming tip.

The light flowed upwards along the gun barrel, merging with the tip, like a river slowly gathering.

When she thrust her spear at the Asura God, there were no extra preparations. The spear tip passed through the air slowly, but the force was steady, and every step she took carried an undeniable weight.

Asura God raised his sword to parry, the tip of his spear clashed with the blade, and a new crack appeared on the newly formed longsword, like a tiny lightning bolt spreading along the blade.

His gaze lingered on Gu Yuena for a moment: "You brought back more things than I expected."

You have completely absorbed that power.

Gu Yuena said, "There are still some things I haven't had a chance to show you."

She withdrew her spear and thrust it out again.

Their battle raged for a long time in the ruins, each collision leaving new scars on the already collapsed palace.

When Ling Feng swept his dragon-shaped staff across the ground, it left behind long, thin scratches, like lines repeatedly drawn by a pencil on paper.

As Qian Renxue's golden sword light fell, new cracks appeared on the already broken stone pillars. Fine cracks spread downwards along the pillars, like a dying tree.

Each swing of Jin Chen's Poseidon Trident brought with it a salty, damp aura, and the tip of the trident left a light-colored trail as it sliced ​​through the air, as if it were squeezing moisture out of the air.

In the midst of a clash, the sword of the Asura God finally shattered completely.

The fragments scattered across the ruins were like a handful of metal particles blown by the wind, falling among the cooled rubble and making a soft, rustling sound, like a piece of shattered porcelain telling its final words through its fragments.

He looked down at his empty palm, the lines of which had become blurred and indistinct with the passage of time.

Then he lowered his hand: "This sword has been with me for a long time."

It's time for it to rest.

Ling Feng stood opposite him, the Panlong Staff hanging low, the light on the staff slowly receding, like a key completing a handover, returning its last warmth.

His gaze fell on him, but he didn't rush forward.

Gu Yuena retracted the spear, its silver-gold light slowly fading in her hand, as if it had completed its part of the work and was returning the weight it had borrowed.

She said, "You lost."

The Asura God did not refute.

He looked at her, a rare calmness in his eyes: "Yes."

I lost.

Jin Chen slammed the Trident of Poseidon into the ground with a muffled thud: "Then what else do you have to say?"

The Asura God did not answer directly.

He remained silent for a while, as if gathering the last vestiges of his will.

Then he said, "You've won."

The future of the divine realm belongs to you.

After he said that, he made no further moves or offered any further resistance.

The last glimmer of crimson light flowing across the ruins was slowly fading, like an oil lamp that had been blown by the wind for a long time, finally running out of its last drop of oil.

The wind blew through the cracks in the ruins, stirring up a fine dust and carrying the cooled ashes to farther places.

Ling Feng stood still, feeling the power that had just gathered within him slowly settling down, like a stone finally sinking to the bottom of the water.

Those things that he used to have to consciously control are finding their place on their own, as if he no longer needs to check whether they are still there.

Chapter 331 The Death of the Asura God

His gaze fell on the distant horizon that was lighting up again, and he felt that the door that had once been tightly closed was slowly and completely opening, as if it had been pushed open from the inside by time.

He put away the Dragon Staff, took one last look at the ruins, then turned and walked back the way he came.

He walked slowly, but each step felt like he was on a familiar path, without needing to repeatedly check if the ground beneath his feet was firm.

Qian Renxue followed behind him with steady steps. The holy sword had been sheathed, and a layer of golden light was still slowly dissipating from the edge of the scabbard, as if it were the afterglow of being used and cooling down.

Jin Chen pulled the Trident of Poseidon from the ground, carried it on his shoulder, and followed behind them, taking each step steadily.

Gu Yuena stood at the edge of the ruins for a while longer, as if using her last bit of time to confirm that the aura was indeed gone.

She carefully sensed the air around her, confirming that the spaces that had once been occupied were now empty.

Then she turned and walked toward them, her steps lighter than before, as if the sand on the soles of her boots had finally been removed.

As they passed through the crevice, the stone walls on either side appeared pale gray in the morning light. The rocks that had previously gleamed with a dark red luster were returning to their original color, as if they were retreating from the battlefield back into their daily routine, burying the traces of the battle deeper within.

As they crossed the gray platform, the God of Destruction stood at the other end, holding nothing and making no unnecessary movements, simply standing there as if waiting for them to cross the threshold.

His gaze swept over Ling Feng, over Qian Renxue, over Jin Chen, and finally landed on Gu Yuena, as if he were confirming in his own way that the matter was indeed over.

He didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, and then turned and walked towards his palace.

Standing at the edge of the platform, Ling Feng sensed that the air in the God Realm was changing. The corners that had once been occupied by the aura of the Asura God were being filled with a cleaner aura, as if the windows of a long-closed room had finally been opened, and the wind was carrying away the stale air in swirls.

He could feel his breath synchronizing with those changes.

Qian Renxue walked to his side and followed his gaze into the distance: "He will never come back."

Ling Feng said, "I didn't plan to wait for him either."

Jin Chen placed the tip of the Poseidon Trident on the ground, making a steady sound, as if he could finally relinquish his weight to the ground: "So what's next?"

"Is there no one in charge of the divine realm anymore?"

Qian Renxue said, "The God Realm wasn't originally managed by just one person."

"Once the position of the Asura God becomes vacant, someone else will fill it."

Jin Chen thought for a moment and asked, "Should we go back?"

Ling Feng said, "Go back."

First, tell the people who need to know about this.

Jin Chen nodded and slung the Trident of Poseidon back onto his shoulder: "Then let's go."

They passed through the slowly brightening crack, whose edges were no longer as sharp as before, as if being filled in by a new force, as if their sharp edges had been smoothed out by a blunt instrument.

The cracks were closing slowly, and he could feel the edges of the closing cracks becoming smoother, as if they were undergoing a natural healing process, like new skin growing from a wound.

As they passed completely through the rift, it closed up behind them, leaving a thin, shimmering silver line, like a stitched mark or a crease that had been ironed out, slowly fading away.

When they landed at the edge of the Starry Sky Forest, the sunlight shone through the tree canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground, like a net being tossed about by the wind, constantly shifting its position.

Ling Feng did not immediately set off back to Wuhun Capital, but stopped at the edge of the forest, as if he was using his own way to settle the weight he had just experienced into a suitable position.

Gu Yuena stopped on the shore of the Lake of Life, glanced back at them, and said, "I'll stay here."

Her voice was calm, as if she were stating something she had already decided.

Ling Feng nodded, asked no further questions, and turned to walk towards the direction of Martial Soul Capital.

Qian Renxue walked beside him, while Jin Chen followed behind.

As they walked through the fields and villages, the farmers working on the ridges of the fields straightened up, their hands holding farm tools, and their eyes fell on them.

There were no questions or inquiries in those gazes, only a sense of peace that they themselves might not fully understand, as if something had already been settled.

Ling Feng did not stop, but he slowed his pace, as if he did not want to disturb something that was growing.

Qian Renxue stood beside him, her gaze also fixed on the field.

Jin Chen walked behind, with the Trident of Poseidon slung diagonally behind him. Suddenly, he said, "I can feel that sea."

It was clearer than before, like the waves were right at my feet.

Ling Feng didn't answer, but his slowed pace was already a response.

When they entered Wuhun Capital, it was already completely dark, and lights were already lit on the city walls. The lights swayed slightly in the night wind, as if they were welcoming them in their own way.

In the courtyard of the offering hall, an old locust tree stood under the moonlight, its canopy swaying gently in the night breeze.

Qian Daoliu was sitting on the veranda, holding nothing in his hands, just sitting there as if waiting for a message he already knew would come.