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

On the Star Luo Empire's side, Dai Tianfeng sat in a carriage. He had aged, his hair was completely white, but his eyes remained calm.

The Zhu family's group also set off at the same time. More and more people walked on the official road in the old Xingluo territory. Some people stopped by the roadside, as if they were trying to confirm that the news was indeed true.

As Dai Tianfeng sat in the car, he could hear the sound of the wheels rolling over gravel and mud.

He knew that this trip to Wuhun Capital was different from any of the previous ones.

The fleet from the Sun and Moon Continent arrived at Sea Breeze City a month later.

Xu Shaoyang stood at the bow of the ship, the sea breeze blowing his robes, and the sails behind him billowing slowly in the sunlight.

When he stepped off the ship, there were already people waiting on the dock. They were officials sent by the Martial Soul Empire to greet him, and they were courteous and neither servile nor arrogant.

Xu Shaoyang stood at the dock for a moment, glanced at the distant horizon, then turned and walked along the official road leading to Wuhun Capital.

The mountain gate of the former Haotian Sect was reopened that autumn.

The elder guarding the mountain gate stood on the stone steps, and the doors that had been closed for years were being slowly pushed open, the sound of the wooden axles turning echoing in the empty valley.

Several elders stood inside the mountain gate, silent for a while, as if making some kind of final confirmation.

Then the older elder spoke up, saying, "Let's go take a look."

They walked down the mountain path with steady steps, their footsteps echoing on the stone steps as if they were marching in formation along a path they hadn't walked in a long time.

Villagers along the way peered out from the roadside, recognized their attire, and whispered among themselves.

Tang San received the news just as the third group of people was about to arrive.

He was polishing the short sword, which was almost finished, in the courtyard when he heard footsteps outside the gate and looked up.

Ah Yin came out of the house with a letter in her hand: "It was sent from the Spirit Hall. They said you should go there too."

Tang San took the letter, read it for a while, and then put it in his pocket: "I understand."

He didn't get up immediately. Instead, he turned around and sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, as if he was trying to put the thought in the right place in his own way.

When he entered Wuhun City, the crowds on the streets were several times larger than usual, with all sorts of clothes and faces mixed together. He walked through the crowd and along the long street without stopping.

He encountered Jin Chen in front of the offering hall.

Jin Chen was standing in the courtyard talking to Ning Rongrong. When she saw him coming, she just nodded, as if she already knew he would come.

The audience was held on a clear autumn morning.

The city walls of Wuhun Capital gleamed with a warm golden light in the morning.

The square was filled with people, including the leaders and elders of various sects, the deans and vice-deans of major soul master academies and their instructors, independent cultivators who had come from afar, delegations from the Sun Moon Continent, elders of the Clear Sky Sect and soul beast envoys from the Star Dou Great Forest, as well as those whose names they did not know.

When Ling Feng appeared on the platform, the crowd fell silent for a moment.

He stood on that high step, looking down at the faces below, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present.

His voice slowly spread across the square: "The divine realm has accepted the new order. Those who reach level 100 and become gods no longer need to take those old paths that were originally necessary."

The rules have changed, and the threshold is lower than before.

The fact that you are standing here today means that you have reached the edge of that threshold.

Qian Renxue stood beside him without saying much. She glanced at Ling Feng, then looked back at the crowd.

Jin Chen stood on the other side of the platform, with the Trident of Poseidon leaning against him.

Di Tian stood at the edge of the crowd, his black robe fluttering slightly in the morning breeze, the scales gleaming dimly in the sunlight.

Gu Yuena stood beside him, her gaze fixed on Ling Feng on the high platform. After a moment, she looked away.

The square was quiet for a while, and no one left. Those who had been blocked outside the threshold were reassessing the distance to the door and confirming whether their weight was sufficient.

The door was indeed open; no additional key was needed.

Light streamed through the door, falling on the ground in front of the threshold, like a path waiting to be trodden upon.

Ling Feng stood at the edge of the platform, neither urging nor explaining, simply waiting for the changing forces to complete their transition on their own.

Then he turned around and walked down from the platform, as if he had handed over the state of the door to everyone.

He knew that they would all find their way in their own way.

The morning after the morning audience, the streets of Wuhun City were quieter than usual.

Not all the people who had come from various places had left yet. Some stood at the city gate and looked back at the direction of the city wall, as if confirming in their own way that the threshold was indeed still there.

Ning Fengzhi stood at the city gate, followed by several elders and two stewards. The carriage was ready, and the driver was standing by waiting.

He glanced back at the direction of the city wall, said nothing more, and just stared for a while, as if confirming in his mind that the door had indeed been opened for him.

Chen Xin stood behind him without urging him on.

Before boarding the carriage, he stood by the carriage shaft for a moment, as if waiting for a thought to settle on its own, and then bent down and got into the carriage.

When the curtain was drawn, he did not turn back.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's procession headed south along the official road.

When the carriage reached a smooth stretch of road, Ning Fengzhi lifted the curtain and glanced at the distant fields, where the rice had already been harvested.

He lowered the carriage curtain, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes, as if storing the scenes he had just witnessed into a place he had already prepared.

The Thunder Academy team left a little later. Lei Qianxing stood at the city gate, watching the smoke rising gradually in the distance. He turned around and said to the students behind him, "Let's go."

The road ahead is long.

The trainees followed him north along the official road.

They didn't turn around, but their steps were lighter than when they came, as if they already knew something.

The teams from Blazing Fire Academy and Skywater Academy set off almost simultaneously.

Yan Pojun and Shui Linglong met at a fork in the road. They glanced at each other from a distance, but did not stop. They simply nodded to each other from afar and then went their separate ways.

Feng Wanli walked at the back of the group, his pace leisurely, as if he had already confirmed the route and there was no need to rush.

The delegation from the Sun and Moon Continent departed on the morning of the third day.

Xu Shaoyang stood on the dock, the sea breeze blowing from the front, ruffling his robes and hair.

The sails behind them had already been raised.

Chapter 337 Breakthrough

He stood on the dock for a while, as if waiting for his breath to form a new connection with the sea breeze, then he turned and walked up the gangplank onto the deck.

The elders of the Haotian Sect set off on the morning of the fourth day. They left without disturbing anyone, taking only their personal belongings, and walked back along the mountain path they had come from.

Ling Feng returned to the God Realm three days after the audience to handle the last few matters following the transfer of the central authority.

He passed through the gray passages of the divine realm and entered the palace that had been rearranged. He saw the God of Destruction standing in the side corridor of the palace, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his gaze looking beyond the rim of the cup at the sky in the distance that was gradually returning to brightness.

He didn't turn around, but said, "The committee has already registered it."

Ling Feng stopped beside him: "Have there been any results for those who are undergoing tribulations?"

The God of Destruction took a sip of tea: "Seven have already crossed the first threshold."

Ling Feng spent a few days in the God Realm, reviewing each of the documents that required his confirmation.

He walked around the edge of the divine realm and saw the figures undergoing tribulations slowly moving in their respective positions.

As he walked through the corridor, he saw Di Tian standing on the edge of a platform, with Gu Yuena beside him.

She turned to him and glanced at him: "After the rules changed, the reaction was faster than expected."

Some of those who had been stuck at the bottleneck for years in the lower realm have already successfully overcome it.

Ling Feng stood on the platform for a while, watching the figures moving slowly in the distance: "That door is indeed wider than before."

Gu Yuena didn't reply. She just stood there, her gaze fixed on the figures undergoing tribulation in the distance, as if confirming in her own way that the door was indeed keeping its open as intended.

Autumn in Wuhun City gradually deepened amidst the footsteps of those leaving and arriving. The sky above the city walls was bluer than in previous years, as if it had been washed by the wind many times.

Qian Renxue sat in the courtyard and placed the freshly brewed tea on the stone table.

Most of the leaves on the old locust tree in the yard had fallen, and a thin layer of fallen leaves covered the ground.

She sat there, sunlight filtering through the branches and falling on the back of her hand, the dappled light and shadow moving slowly with the rhythm of the wind.

She didn't look up at him, but simply asked, "Have you finished dealing with things in the divine realm?"

Ling Feng sat down beside her and picked up the still-warm cup of tea: "All done."

They drank tea quietly for a while. The wind blew through the courtyard, carrying a few fallen leaves that slid across the bluestone surface before settling in the corner.

Qian Renxue put down her teacup: "Will anyone else come in the future?"

Ling Feng said, "Yes."

But it won't be as concentrated as it was this time.

The door is already open; they'll find their own way from there.

Qian Renxue did not ask any further questions.

The flags on the distant city wall were fluttering in the wind, like a sentence being read aloud repeatedly, needing no further confirmation.

A door opened at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

When the door opened, the first people to step through were not those who were standing closest, but those who had been standing at the threshold the longest.

When Zhao Qingshi returned to the cave behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the setting sun shone obliquely into the cave entrance, casting a long shadow that stretched all the way to the stone wall at the deepest part of the cave where he had sat for sixteen years.

He didn't turn on the light, but sat in the dark for a while, as if confirming in his own way that the aura that had settled over sixteen years no longer needed his repeated verification.

He looked down at his hands; the halo of light at his fingertips had stabilized.

He raised his hand, and light slowly shone in the darkness, illuminating the rock patterns on the cave ceiling.

He stared at it for a while, as if he were using his own eyes to confirm that the patterns did indeed match the shapes in his memory.

As he emerged from the cave, he encountered an outer disciple walking along the mountain path.

The disciple was taken aback when he saw him, as if he didn't recognize him. Then, when he saw the pair of fingers that were glowing faintly, he recognized him and stopped by the roadside: "Elder Zhao, you've emerged from seclusion?"

Zhao Qingshi nodded: "Mm."

"We've made it through customs."