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

Chapter 333 The Second Godhood, Asura

When Di Tian stood on the floating platform designated as the tribulation zone, he was not holding anything in his hands.

He could feel the clouds above the platform slowly thickening, like a piece of cloth being repeatedly folded.

The forces that were gathering around him swirled slowly around him, as if confirming something.

When the first lightning bolt struck, Di Tian stood still and did not move.

Lightning struck him, traveled down his spine, and disappeared into the rocks beneath his feet.

The second one was brighter than the first, with a more pronounced burning sensation.

The third beam was heavier than the second, carrying a deep purple light, like a burning river flowing into his body from the top of his head, spreading down his spine, and gradually covering every corner of his body that had been worn down by time.

When the seventh lightning bolt struck, the sky briefly brightened, and then the beam of light hovered above his head for a moment, as if making a final confirmation.

Then it fell, passing through Di Tian's body, like river water flowing through a riverbed.

The scales that had covered his body for countless years were falling off and being replaced by a new, finer layer of scales.

His aura was changing, becoming heavier, like something slowly rising from deep water finally coming into contact with air.

As he stood on the platform where thunder had ceased to rumble, Di Tian looked down at his hands for a moment. The edges of the newly formed scales gleamed with a faint, dark golden luster, like the surface of iron that had been reforged.

He looked up and felt that a new channel had formed between him and the divine realm.

The parts that were once dormant within him have awakened.

As he stepped off the platform, Gu Yuena stood at its edge, her gaze lingering on him for a moment: "It's done."

Di Tian said, "It's done."

A Level One Dark Dragon King.

He paused for a moment, then said, "That door was indeed open."

Ling Feng submitted his application to the Divine Realm Committee to serve as the new Asura God on the third day after Di Tian became a god.

He stood in the center of the circular hall, facing the five god-kings, and said, "I am willing to take the position of the Asura God."

I know that the altar is currently vacant and needs to be filled.

The God of Destruction looked at him: "The position of the Asura God cannot be filled by will."

It needs to be refined.

The current state of that divine position is more like a piece of unrefined iron, which needs to be repeatedly forged over a long period of time to take shape.

Moreover, the refining process will expose you to the remnants of the god's will.

Ling Feng said, "I know."

I am ready to undergo the trials of that divine position.

The God of Kindness asked, "When do you plan to begin?"

Ling Feng said, "Now."

When he entered the palace, which had already been emptied, Qian Renxue stood at the palace gate and did not follow him in.

Ling Feng stood in the center of the palace. The remaining patterns on the ground were slowly lighting up, as if they were awakening from a slumber, confirming his presence, and incorporating him into the patterns.

Ling Feng closed his eyes and felt the power surging towards him gathering from all around, passing through his body, and slowly flowing along his meridians.

There was no hostility or resistance in that power; it was simply a state waiting to be reshaped.

He could feel the divine throne slowly adapting to him, as if it were confirming in its own way whether he could bear the weight that had not yet completely dissipated.

He stood in the center of the palace for a long time, so long that Qian Renxue had already left the palace entrance and walked onto the platform outside.

She stood there, feeling the ground beneath her feet tremble slightly, as if something deep underground was slowly adjusting its position.

The vibrations were not continuous, but came in bursts, like a heartbeat, like a pulse being repeatedly pressed.

She looked up at the sky and saw that the cracks were slowly narrowing, as if they were being stitched back together by some unseen force.

She knew Ling Feng had already found that location.

Ling Feng stood in the center of the palace, feeling the divine throne slowly merging with the power within him, like a river being guided, finally finding its estuary.

He saw Qian Renxue standing on the platform in the distance, as if waiting for a signal that he had begun to move forward.

He withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes again, and let the forces approaching him continue their work.

He knew that the divine position would take a long time to truly stabilize and would require repeated refinement before it could truly become a part of him.

But he was already standing there, and the door had already opened for him.

The remnant will of the god was approaching him at its own pace, as if confirming whether he was truly ready.

And he was ready.

After Ling Feng stood in the center of the palace, the patterns on the ground had already lit up to the edges. The light slowly spread along the cracks to the corners of the walls, as if it were drawing the entire palace into an unfolding net.

He could feel the ground beneath his feet warming slightly, the heat rising from the cracks in the gray stone slabs and spreading upwards along the soles of his boots, as if something was slowly adjusting its position beneath the ground.

He didn't move, just stood there, as if waiting for some kind of balance to be reached between the temperature and his weight.

When he closed his eyes, he felt the forces surging toward him, gathering from all directions and forming a slowly rotating current of air in the center of the palace.

He could feel them passing through his robes, clinging to his skin, seeping into his veins, moving forward along paths that had been repeatedly widened, as if clearing a passage for him.

He did not resist.

As those forces slowly seeped deeper into his body, he adjusted his breathing to synchronize it with the flow of those forces.

Then he sensed the divine throne, which floated in the void in front of him, like a piece of metal that had been forged too many times, its surface covered with fine patterns and still warm from not being completely cooled.

He could feel the divine throne trembling slightly, as if it were sensing his presence in its own way, or as if it were waiting for some kind of confirmation.

He didn't reach out to touch it, but simply stood in front of the divine altar, allowing its aura to naturally interact with his.

The power that once belonged to the Asura God was slowly entering his body, as if it were being accepted by his body.

There was no hostility in those forces, only a state that was waiting to be reshaped.

At the end of the first day, he felt changes in his meridians.

The paths that had already been widened are being rearranged, as if an old riverbed is being transformed into a new one.

The flowing forces are advancing along new paths, forming a slowly taking shape cycle within him.

He could feel his bones adapting to the new power, as if they were being reinforced from the inside out.

Chapter 334 Dual Godhood

The flowing forces left a very thin layer of deposits on the surface of his bones, like a slowly growing enamel.

When he opened his eyes, the light in the palace had changed, from bright white to a soft, warm gold.

The next day, he felt the remaining consciousness in the divine position begin to surface. At first, it was just a blurry outline, like a shadow seen through a thick layer of mist, moving slowly in the void, as if it was trying to find a way to contact him in its own way.

He didn't avoid those outlines, but sat there, touching them with his senses, like someone reaching out to touch a flowing river.

Those remaining consciousnesses did not resist his touch; they were slowly changing their shape, as if adapting to his presence in their own way.

He could feel those consciousnesses converging with his own, crushing and piecing together his memories, like flipping through an old book filled with his details.

He let them browse through it, only casting a glance at the key pages.

Those hands that were turning the pages immediately withdrew, as if they had suddenly realized that they shouldn't have gone that far.

He didn't delve into it, withdrew his consciousness, and continued to guide the divine power forward along the new path.

Those remaining wills did not approach again; after he left, they slowly retreated to a deeper location, as if reassessing the position of that boundary.

On the third day, Ling Feng felt that his martial soul was forming a new connection with that divine position. This connection was not through meridians or blood, but through a deeper, more essential way.

He felt his phantom of the holy dragon slowly merging with the outline of that divine throne, like two paintings that were not yet dry being stacked together, the colors slowly seeping in.

He could sense new patterns emerging on the scales of the Holy Dragon. These patterns did not belong entirely to the Asura God, nor entirely to the Destruction God, nor entirely to the Dragon God; they were more like a product formed by the convergence of the three.

Fine, dark gold lines appeared on the back of his hand, spreading upwards along his knuckles and stopping at the point where his wrist met his sleeve, ceasing to grow.

That was the mark left by the god after accepting him, like a mark nailed to a piece of wood, used to identify the workpiece that had completed this round of processing.

On the seventh day, the refining process entered a deeper stage.

The power that once belonged to the Asura God was no longer just passively flowing into his body; it began to actively participate in the circulation within him, moving forward along the established paths, merging, mixing, and adjusting with his power.

He could feel his power merging with those powers, like two streams of water of different colors flowing into the same container, the edges slowly blurring and the colors slowly changing.

He could not feel the traces left by time flowing through the palace; the light seemed frozen, and the patterns seemed to have already completed their journey.

On the fifteenth day, his martial spirit completed its connection with the remaining core of the divine position.

He could feel that his holy dragon had established a stable connection with the power of that divine position, like two originally separate bridge piers finally being connected by the same beam.

That connection is linking him to a deeper power within the divine realm.

Those rules that he used to have to deliberately guide him to access are now becoming like a part of his own body.

He could feel those rules flowing slowly within him, as if propelled forward by his own heartbeat.

The rules did not reject him; they were slowly accepting him.

On the twenty-first day, the remnant will of that divine position withdrew its last layer of defense.

The lines began to fade slowly from the surface of his skin, sliding down his arm like marks left by receding tides, leaving a fading trace on the back of his hand before finally disappearing completely into the air.

He had fully accepted the power of that divine position, and it was flowing forward along the rearranged paths, having already found its place in those newly formed channels.

He stood there, feeling the new core within him slowly and steadily rotating, no longer needing to confirm whether it was still there.

He opened his eyes, and the light in the palace had returned to normal.

He pushed open the door and went out, where Qian Renxue was waiting for him on the platform.

She didn't ask him what happened, but simply handed him the still-warm cup of tea: "Is it over?"

Ling Feng took it: "It's over."

Ling Feng stood on the platform for a while, holding the cup of tea.

The temperature of the tea seeped through the cup to his fingertips. Unlike the flowing energy he had felt before he came out, this temperature was slower and more consistent, as if it was telling him in its own way that he had returned to his daily rhythm.