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

He finished his tea, put the empty cup back in Qian Renxue's hand, and then turned to look at the palace behind him.

The palace doors were still open, but the dark golden light that had once seeped through the cracks had completely disappeared, as if it had been drawn into the depths.

He could sense that his connection with the palace had changed, and it no longer needed to be established through doors and windows.

Qian Renxue carefully put away the empty glass: "How does it feel?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "It's like completing something that's been going on for a long time."

Qian Renxue nodded: "Then let's go back."

Jin Chen had been waiting downstairs for a while.

As they descended the platform, Jin Chen stood at the edge of the gray platform, the Trident of Poseidon slung over his shoulder. He turned around and saw Ling Feng coming down. He didn't ask about the refining process, but simply said, "You've changed a bit."

Ling Feng asked, "What has changed?"

Jin Chen thought for a moment: "It's like when you're walking, the ground is more cooperative with you."

Ling Feng did not deny it.

By the time they returned to Wuhun Capital, it was already dark.

In the courtyard of the offering hall, the branches and leaves of the old locust tree swayed gently in the night breeze. Two chairs were placed under the tree, and Qian Daoliu sat on one of them, holding a cup of tea in his hand, as if he had been sitting there for a long time.

He glanced at Ling Feng, his gaze lingering on him for a moment, before looking away: "Sit down."

Ling Feng sat down in the chair next to him.

Qian Daoliu didn't ask him about the details of the refining process, but simply asked, "Do you still need to go to the God Realm?"

Ling Feng said, "Yes, we need to."

But it won't be as frequent as before.

Qian Daoliu nodded and did not ask any further questions.

The next morning, Ling Feng stood on the city wall. The rift that had once hung above the clouds had closed, and the sky had regained its full color.

He stood there for a while, sensing that the breaths flowing in the distance were each maintaining their own rhythm.

He could sense that Di Tian's aura was moving steadily near the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, and it was clearer than before, as if it had been recalibrated.

Chapter 335 Modifying the Rules of Douluo Star

He could also sense a slowly flowing mist in the direction of Sea Breeze City, a trace left by the Trident of Poseidon as it established a connection with that sea area.

Qian Renxue walked up the city wall and stood beside him: "A message has been sent from the God Realm."

It is said that the rift in the spacetime turbulence has completely closed, and the source has been shut down.

She paused for a moment, then said, "Gu Yuena has returned to the Star Dou Great Forest, and her aura is even heavier than before she left."

Ling Feng said, "Then I'll go to the God Realm again to complete the last few formalities for the handover of the Asura God's position."

When he returned to the realm of gods, the sky there had returned to its uniform light gray color.

He passed through the passages that no longer had cracks and entered the palace of the Asura God Realm.

The collapsed pillars have been cleared away, and the traces of the battle on the ground have been smoothed out again.

Those marks that once belonged to the Asura God are no longer there, like a blank whiteboard that has been completely wiped clean.

The vacant spaces are being rearranged, and the original stale atmosphere is slowly being replaced by the smell of freshly turned dust.

He could sense the changing atmosphere adapting to the new layout, as if it were transitioning from an old order to a new one.

The God of Destruction stood at the palace entrance, not entering, but leaning against the doorframe looking at Ling Feng, and then said, "Your position has already been registered with the God Realm Committee."

The empty space has been filled.

Ling Feng turned around and looked at him: "Is there anything else?"

The God of Destruction said, "Not for now."

But you will receive meeting notifications later.

After saying that, he turned and left.

Standing in the center of the palace, Ling Feng could feel the flowing forces moving forward along a new path.

He stood there for a while, then turned and walked out of the palace, heading down to the lower realm in the direction he had come from.

When he returned to Wuhun Capital, Qian Renxue was pruning the branches of the old locust tree in the courtyard.

In the afternoon light, she opened and closed the scissors in her hand a few times, plucking a small piece of twig still covered with leaves.

Ling Feng didn't interrupt her. He stood quietly to the side for a while, and only said after she finished cutting the piece on her hand, "The registration has been completed in the God Realm."

Qian Renxue didn't look up, and continued cutting off a branch: "Will you still go often in the future?"

Ling Feng said, "It won't be as frequent as before."

But I won't completely stop going.

Qian Renxue placed the scissors on the stone table and straightened up: "That's good."

"What would you like to eat tonight? I'll tell the kitchen to make it."

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "Porridge will do."

Qian Renxue glanced at him: "You always order porridge."

Ling Feng said, "The porridge is quite good."

Qian Renxue didn't say anything more and went inside.

Ling Feng stood there, watching the old locust tree in the yard slowly regaining its shape, and felt that the auras flowing in the distance were all maintaining their own rhythm.

He stood there for a long time, so long that the setting sun stretched his shadow to the bottom of the courtyard wall, like a line drawn on the ground with gray-blue ink.

He turned and walked into the house.

A warm yellow light shone from inside the house, its glow filtering through the paper windows and into the courtyard, as if casting a thin layer of light in anticipation of his return.

Autumn arrived earlier than usual in Wuhun City.

The flags on the city wall fluttered in the morning breeze, making a soft rustling sound, as if announcing the approaching day in their own way.

On the evening Ling Feng returned from the God Realm, the leaves of the old locust tree in the courtyard of the Offering Hall had begun to turn yellow. The delicate leaves fell in the wind, some landing on the bluestone slabs and being blown to the corner of the wall.

Qian Renxue sat on the veranda, holding neither a book nor tea, simply sitting there as if waiting for him to bring back a message.

Ling Feng walked across the courtyard and sat down on the stone bench next to her.

He didn't speak immediately, as if he wanted to let the aura settle first and put the things that had just been done back in their proper places.

Qian Renxue asked, "Have everything been arranged in the God Realm?"

Ling Feng said, "It's all arranged."

Authority over the central command of the divine realm has been transferred to me.

Qian Renxue's gaze lingered on him for a moment: "Then what about the rules?"

Ling Feng said, "I've made some changes."

Becoming a god at level 100 no longer requires so many prerequisites; the threshold has been lowered.

Qian Renxue said, "Those people on the mainland who are stuck at the bottleneck should all come here."

Ling Feng said, "The notification has already been sent out."

The Spirit Empire will hold a public audience in three months; anyone who wishes is welcome to attend.

Qian Renxue nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

The courtyard was quiet for a while, then the wind rustled through the treetops, creating a soft, rustling sound.

After the news spread, the first to sense the change were those who had been stuck at level 89 for many years.

They felt the bottleneck within their bodies thinning, as if a layer of ice was slowly melting, revealing the water beneath.

They set off one after another, carrying their respective identities and belongings, converging towards the direction of Martial Soul Capital.

The second group to set off were the sect leaders and clan chiefs, who received the news earlier than the independent cultivators.

In the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi stood by the window and looked at the leaves outside the window that were turning yellow for a while: "Notify Old Sword and Old Bone to prepare. We will depart in three days."

Chen Xin sat on a chair not far away: "The Martial Soul Empire's intention is to hold an open audience without any barriers."

Ning Fengzhi turned around: "He knew someone would come, so he opened the door wider than expected."

He said that and then offered no further explanation.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's caravan set off on the morning of the third day, with the carriages traveling north along the official road.

Ning Fengzhi sat inside the car, with Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong sitting on either side. The car was quiet, with the occasional sound of wheels rolling over gravel.

Ning Rongrong did not travel with them. She stayed in Wuhun City to assist with the reception and sent back a letter two days in advance, saying that the city was already bustling with activity and all sorts of people were arriving one after another.

Lei Qianxing, the dean of Thunder Academy, led a group of disciples along the official road, their pace neither hurried nor slow.

The young people behind him, dressed in neat college uniforms, peered out curiously.

Yan Pojun, the dean of Blazing Fire Academy, entered the main road from another direction. Upon seeing Lei Qianxing, he called out from a distance, "Old Lei, you're here too!"

Lei Qianxing turned his head and glanced at him: "You didn't miss out either."

The two walked side by side for a while without any unnecessary formalities, as if they were tacitly agreeing that the door was already open and there was no reason not to push it open.

Tianshui College's Shui Linglong led a group of people, their formation orderly, silent, and swift.

Feng Wanli of Shenfeng Academy walked alone by the roadside, his steps unhurried, as if he were measuring that journey in his own way.

The team from the old Tiandou territory also set off.

Xue Qinghe rode on a dark-colored horse, followed by dozens of civil officials and guards. The procession was orderly and unassuming.

Chapter 336 Entering the Central Hub of the God Realm

He walked for a while, then stopped at a fork in the road, as if waiting for a moment, as if he were checking in his own way whether that section of the road was still in the same place.

Then he continued riding forward, without looking back at the horizon he had passed countless times.