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

He picked up the teacup that Qian Renxue pushed towards him, took a sip, and then said, "I tried it last night, and it was more stable than during the day. It felt like the fog was more obedient to me."

Ling Feng said, "At night, when it's quiet, the flow of soul power will be smoother than during the day."

You can make better use of this time in the evenings; it doesn't need to be too long, just a small segment each day.

Chen Yuan nodded: "Then I'll try again tonight."

After finishing his tea, he stood up and walked out of the courtyard.

He paused at the gate of the courtyard: "I'll come again tomorrow morning."

Ling Feng said, "Okay."

No sooner had Chen Yuan left than Ning Rongrong strode in carrying her notebook, found a stone bench to sit on, and opened the notebook: "Lin Mu practiced again yesterday afternoon."

The bluish-gray leaf remained bright for about seven breaths before dimming.

She looked up. "He came by before he left today and asked me to tell you that he might not be able to come this afternoon. His mother has something to ask him to buy some things in town, but he will be there on time tomorrow morning."

Ling Feng said, "Okay."

Jin Chen put down his bowl of porridge and took out a letter from his pocket: "It's from Haifeng City."

That boy was really into it again last night.

Ling Feng took the letter, unfolded it, scanned it, and then read it aloud: "He said that this time he saw a silver band of light taking shape, and there were some finer points of light moving along a fixed direction at the edge of the band."

The light spots he described moved along more orderly trajectories than before.

He also said that he was able to remain conscious and enter that state for a longer period of time than before.

Jin Chen said, "So he can now control his own entry and exit?"

Ling Feng said, "We can't completely control entry and exit yet, but he no longer needs external force to trigger it to enter."

The fact that he could find that state on his own shows that his perception has stabilized to a certain extent.

Jin Chen nodded: "That's definitely a good thing."

Qian Renxue asked, "Any new information from the contact point?"

Jin Chen shook his head: "I didn't receive it yesterday, and I haven't received it today either."

If there are any changes over there, they usually send a message early in the morning.

There's been no activity today, which means it's still operating normally.

Ling Feng said, "Then let's continue to observe."

Tang San arrived in the afternoon.

He didn't bring any ironware, only a roll of blueprints. He walked to the stone table and unfolded it. The paper contained the outlines of several short knives of different sizes, with clear blade lines and the proportions of the handles marked very specifically.

He pushed the drawing onto the table: "This was drawn by Teacher Liu from the kindergarten. Her son is going to participate in a selection process and needs a suitable short knife."

She didn't know which size was right, so I drew three sizes for her to choose from.

Ling Feng looked down at the blueprints for a while, then looked up at Tang San: "Of these three sizes, which one do you think is more suitable for her son?"

Tang San said, "The one in the middle."

He's still quite young, and his hands are small; he can't hold a knife that's too long, and one that's too short isn't enough for him.

Ning Rongrong also came over to take a look: "The proportions of the handle of the middle knife are indeed more harmonious."

The first knife handle is too short, and the second is too long; this will affect the amount of power you can generate.

Tang San said, "Then let's take the one in the middle."

I'll start the procedure tomorrow, and she can come pick it up the day after.

He folded the blueprints and put them in his pocket, then stood up and walked towards the courtyard gate: "Then I'll go to town to see if there's any suitable iron material."

After he left, Jin Chen leaned against the stone table and asked casually, "What do you think these children will become in the future?"

Lin Mu's three leaves, Chen Yuan's mist, Liu Jiachang's child, and that boy in Haifeng City who could see the band of light—what will this continent become when they grow up?

Ling Feng looked in the direction of the courtyard gate: "I don't know."

But they will go further than we do.

If you lay a solid foundation, the road ahead will naturally be wider.

Qian Renxue also said, "They have more time and better conditions, and they are much more at ease than we were back then."

We got through a lot of things back then by sheer grit and determination.

Jin Chen nodded and said nothing more.

Chen Yuan arrived on time the next morning.

He didn't rush to release his martial spirit. He stood in the courtyard for a while, as if waiting for his breathing to reach harmony with the surrounding temperature.

Then he raised his hand, and mist rose from his palm, thicker than before, swirling slowly in the air.

Qian Renxue walked out from under the corridor and sat down at the stone table. She looked at the cloud of mist without making a sound to disturb it.

The mist lingered in front of him for longer than usual, then he slowly closed his palm, letting the mist gradually shrink back into his hand. The whole process took about seven or eight breaths.

Ling Feng walked down from the corridor and stood in front of Chen Yuan: "You made it stay for much longer than usual today."

Chen Yuan said, "I tried it several times last night."

Each time it takes a little longer than the last.

Ling Feng asked, "When you were controlling it, did you feel which direction it was flowing in?"

Chen Yuan thought for a moment, as if confirming the direction he felt: "It's like it's slightly to the upper left."

It's not horizontal; it has a slight upward curve.

Ling Feng said, "Then you can try to guide it in its own direction without forcibly correcting it."

If it's naturally inclined to grow upwards, then that's probably its inherent characteristic.

Chen Yuan nodded, and stood there for a while, as if confirming Ling Feng's words in his mind.

Then he turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

The letter from Haifeng City arrived at noon.

The letter was longer than the previous ones.

Jin Chen unfolded the letter, sat down at the stone table, and read it aloud: "The boy said that after he entered a meditative state last night, he saw a beam of light taking shape, rising from a silver band of light. The edges did not radiate outwards, as if it were a fixed path."

He also said that the vision lasted longer than any he had ever experienced before, and after he exited the state, he felt his soul power was more stable than before.

Ling Feng did not respond immediately after hearing this.

He was silent for a moment, as if he were rearranging the descriptions in his mind into a clearer picture.

Ning Rongrong took a few notes, then stopped writing and looked up at him: "What he saw might be that the spatial structure is being adjusted."

When divine energy permeates the lower realm, it has a certain impact on the spatial structure.

Ling Feng said, "It's not necessarily just an adjustment."

The beam of light he described seemed more like a channel being established.

Jin Chen put down the letter and picked up his teacup: "Should we send someone over to take a look?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "No need for now."

Keep the person over there in touch and have him continue taking notes.

If the next scene he sees is significantly different, then we'll head over.

Currently, his perception seems stable, with no signs of confusion.

Sending people over rashly might disrupt his current rhythm.

Qian Renxue also spoke up: "His current state is crucial."

If he can consistently enter that state and continue to see new things, his perception will become increasingly precise.

Chapter 364 is a good piece of material.

Jin Chen nodded, folded the letter, and put it in an envelope: "Then I'll write back tonight and ask him to maintain the current frequency."

In the evening, Tang San came again.

He placed a newly purchased piece of iron on the stone table, saying, "I saw this in town today. The iron is of good quality and more uniform than the previous one. It can be used to forge that short knife."

Ling Feng looked at the piece of iron: "It is indeed good material."

When do you plan to start playing?

Tang San said, "We can start tomorrow morning."

If Teacher Liu comes to pick it up the day after tomorrow, there should be enough time.

He picked up the iron and walked towards the courtyard gate.

At night, Ling Feng sat on the veranda, with Qian Renxue sitting beside him.

Moonlight shone in the courtyard, casting the shadow of the old locust tree onto the bluestone slabs.

Qian Renxue said, "Chen Yuan should come again tomorrow."

Ling Feng said, "Yes."

He's still adjusting to that flow and needs external feedback.

Qian Renxue said, "Lin Mu will also be here tomorrow morning."

Ling Feng said, "Yes, he said he would come."

Qian Renxue did not speak again.

The wind blew through the yard, rustling the leaves of the old locust tree, making a soft, rustling sound, before slowly stopping.

Qian Renxue turned her head to look at him: "What do you think those children will become in the future?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "I don't know."

But every step they take now is one they chose themselves.