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

He walked down the mountain path, his pace slower than when he was younger, no longer needing to deliberately quicken his pace to catch up with anything.

In the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi was reviewing a newly delivered letter.

The letter was simple, only a few lines long, but he slowed down when he read it a second time, as if he was letting the information in those few lines settle in a deeper place.

Ning Rongrong stood beside him, holding a cup of tea in her hand: "Father, the news from over there says that Elder Zhao has emerged from seclusion."

Ning Fengzhi put down the letter: "He waited for sixteen years."

When the door opened a crack, he stepped through.

Ning Rongrong asked, "What about the others?"

Ning Fengzhi said, "Elder Zhao was in the first batch."

There will be more to come.

Zhou Yuanwu sat on the stone steps of the small courtyard in the south of Wuhun Capital for a long time. He refilled his cup of tea three times. Each time he refilled it, he would pick it up, take a sip, and then put it down, as if he was confirming in his own way whether the power after the breakthrough had really stabilized.

He could feel the soul power within his body flowing in a completely new way, and the barrier that he had repeatedly measured for fourteen years had disappeared.

He stood up, put the empty cup back on the stone table, and heard footsteps outside the courtyard gate, as if someone had paused outside the gate for a moment before continuing on.

The news spread to every corner of the mainland.

Those who once brushed past becoming gods have finally reached their own stepping stone.

In a small town near the former home of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, Du Qingshan stood at the door of his blacksmith shop, still holding the hoe he had just finished forging.

He looked up at the sky and felt the bottleneck that had been blocking his body for seventeen years thinning, like the first crack appearing on ice under the spring sun, slowly and silently widening.

He didn't put down the hoe immediately, but stood there for a while to get a feel for it.

Then he leaned the hoe back against the corner of the wall, took off his apron, hung it behind the door, and walked out of the blacksmith shop.

He walked along the dirt road in the town, the sunlight shining on him as if confirming that the road he had walked for more than thirty years was indeed still there.

Zhao Yuanshan stood in the courtyard of a small town on the border of the Star Luo Empire, clutching a piece of firewood he had just chopped from a woodpile.

He put down the axe, and the piece of firewood rolled to his feet.

He sat by the wall for a while, and the meridian in his body that had been blocked for many years was slowly opening up again, like a stream blocked by fallen leaves and pebbles being washed away by the water.

He closed his eyes.

When those long-dormant forces began to flow again, he felt himself crossing the threshold he had stood on for over twenty years.

Dai Mubai stopped in the Shrek Academy's martial arts arena. He was about to throw his next punch, but the movement stopped in mid-air.

Chapter 338 Ascending to Immortality

He felt the bottleneck in his body loosening, like a stuck door being slowly pushed open.

He withdrew his fist and stood still, as if he were confirming the reality of the change in his own way.

He lowered his hands and felt the flowing power changing direction. He could feel his martial soul connecting with that new power.

He lowered his fist, walked to the edge of the training ground, picked up his coat draped over the railing, and put it on his shoulders.

Zhu Zhuqing finished her stance in the martial arts training ground in the side courtyard of the offering hall, and slowly lowered the short sword in her hand.

She sensed the approaching presence.

She turned around and looked through the courtyard gate. She saw Dai Mubai standing outside the gate, a coat draped over his arm. His face looked dusty, as if he had traveled a long way to get here.

His gaze fell on her hands: "You've broken through?"

Zhu Zhuqing put down the short sword: "Hmm."

This happened not long ago.

Dai Mubai walked into the courtyard, gently patted his coat to brush away the dust from his journey, and said, "I felt it too."

The threshold has indeed been lowered.

Zhu Zhuqing said, "You've also come here seeking that opportunity?"

Dai Mubai shook his head: "I'm not here to beg."

I've come to confirm that the door is really open.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze lingered on him: "Have you confirmed it?"

Dai Mubai thought for a moment and said, "I guess so."

After saying this, he stood in the courtyard for a moment, then walked out along the path he had come from, his steps lighter than before.

In the distant village, the farmers working in the fields were unaware of the specific changes in the rules, but they could feel their soul power slowly flowing.

The cultivation practices they had abandoned for many years are now returning to their bodies in a more natural way.

Du Qingshan passed through three towns and arrived at the nearest Martial Soul Branch Hall before dark.

Standing at the entrance of the branch hall, he could feel the power flowing within his body, knowing that he had indeed crossed that threshold.

He walked through the door of the branch hall, where people were tidying up the bookshelves. When they saw him come in, they put down the books they were holding and asked, "Are you here to register?"

Du Qingshan said, "Hmm."

They came to register.

Zhou Buping sat on the threshold of the wooden house at the foot of the mountain for a long time, with the old sword lying across his lap.

The next morning he got up, hung the old sword back on the wall, and then walked up the mountain path.

The mountain gate of the former Haotian Sect site has been reopened, and several elders are standing inside the gate.

He didn't stop when he passed through the mountain gate, but continued walking up the mountain path, as if he were completing a confirmation that he had been preparing for a long time in his own way.

Several elders of the Haotian Sect stood inside the mountain gate for a long time.

One of the elder's disciples was a Soul Master who had left the sect to travel many years ago. He walked up the mountain path, stopped in front of the mountain gate, and bowed to the elder: "Disciple has returned."

The elder looked at him for a moment, then stepped aside to make way for him: "Come in now that you're back."

The mountain gate is now open.

When the news reached the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi was pruning an old tree with overly dense branches in the backyard.

He put down the scissors and sat on the stone bench for a while: "The door opened faster than we expected."

Chen Xin stood behind him: "It's because that rule has been completely modified."

The path that used to require detours has now been directly filled in.

They just need to walk over there.

When Ling Feng received the first complete report at the central hub of the God Realm, it was already early winter.

He stood in the center of the rearranged palace, having already read through the scroll in his hands.

He put the file back on the table, walked to the window, and looked at the slowly moving dots of light in the distance.

There were more spots of light than a few months ago, as if they were being calibrated one by one.

Qian Renxue walked in from outside. She didn't look at the file: "Someone else has stepped over it?"

Ling Feng said, "Mm."

More than expected.

Qian Renxue asked, "Will that door remain open?"

Ling Feng said, "Yes."

The door is open; no one needs to push it anymore.

Jin Chen stood on the surface of the Endless Sea for a long time, feeling the faint lights rising from all over the continent gradually lighting up.

He put away the trident of Poseidon and turned to walk towards the shore.

When he returned to Wuhun Capital, Ning Rongrong was standing at the entrance of the Hall of Worship, holding a cup of steaming water. Seeing him approach, she handed him the cup: "Brother Jin Chen, there's new news from the God Realm. They say the first batch of people who broke through have stabilized."

Jin Chen took the cup: "It's faster than I expected."

Ning Rongrong nodded and said nothing more.

Tang San was in a small courtyard in the east of the city, where the scabbard for the short sword was already finished.

He stood in the courtyard, tested the feel of the sword, then sheathed it and put it back in its sheath.

Ah Yin was packing a few changes of clothes in the room. Seeing Tang San's actions, she didn't stop what she was doing, but simply asked, "When do you plan to leave?"

Tang San thought for a moment: "Let's wait until the blade of this sword is more stable."

Ah Yin didn't say much.

Ling Feng stood by the window of the central hub of the divine realm for a long time, and he felt that the lights that were lighting up all over the continent were gradually stabilizing.

He put down the report he had already finished reading, turned around, and walked towards the door.

He walked through the gray passages of the divine realm to the edge of the platform, where he saw the gray clouds in the distance slowly dispersing, revealing a more expansive expanse of sky behind them.

The lights that are lighting up are arriving at their respective positions one by one, as if they are being incorporated into some kind of established order.

He knew the door was open, and they would walk the rest of the way on their own.

Ling Feng finished processing the last batch of documents in the central hub of the God Realm, and it was already an early winter evening.

The sky outside the window was transitioning from gray to light purple, and the boundary lines that he had once had to confirm one by one had all been handed over.

He put the last file back on the bookshelf, stood by the window for a while, and looked at the slowly moving points of light in the distance.

The light spots are more stable than they were a month ago, as if they are forming a complete circuit.

He turned and walked out of the palace, down the gray passageways to the lower realm.

When he returned to Wuhun Capital, it was already completely dark.

Qian Renxue lit a lamp in the courtyard, its flame flickering gently in the night breeze, as if it were waiting for definite news in its own way.

Ling Feng walked through the courtyard gate and sat down on the veranda.

Qian Renxue didn't ask him about the situation in the God Realm, but simply pushed a still-warm cup of tea to his side: "Have you finished dealing with things over there?"

Ling Feng picked up his teacup: "This is a temporary pause."