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

As long as you choose your own path, you won't stray too far from it.

Qian Renxue did not respond.

The night wind blew again, carrying a hint of earthy scent, passing by them and continuing onward.

The branches and leaves of the old locust tree swayed gently in the wind, then returned to stillness, as if making enough space for things that were growing.

The sound of footsteps changing guard on the distant city wall was approaching, then gradually fading away.

Ling Feng stood up and walked into the house. The wooden door closed behind him with a very soft sound, like a sentence that had come to an end and was waiting for the right pause.

Qian Renxue was still sitting under the eaves, the shadows of the trees appearing even longer in the moonlight.

The night breeze is gradually subsiding, like a carefully placed passage lying quietly beside things that are growing, waiting for the arrival of the next morning.

She knew that the next morning, the children would still come into the courtyard with their martial spirits, and they would stand there, drink tea at the stone table, and leave new marks in the record book.

She would sit on the veranda, watching the mist take shape in the morning light, and watching the leaves shine in the sunlight.

She doesn't need to know in advance where they're going; she just needs to make sure they're still walking.

She felt the night breeze slowly passing around her, then she stood up and walked into the house, where moonlight fell on the bluestone slabs.

The branches and leaves of the old locust tree swayed gently in the night breeze, then returned to stillness, as if making enough space for things that were growing in its own way.

The next morning, before the fog had completely dissipated, Chen Yuan arrived.

He stood in the center of the courtyard for a while as usual, not in a hurry to release his martial spirit, as if waiting for his breathing to reach harmony with the surrounding temperature.

Then he raised his hand, and the mist rose from his palm, this time condensing faster than ever before, with clear edges and so dense that it hardly resembled mist.

Ling Feng walked down from the corridor: "You were much faster today than yesterday."

Chen Yuan looked down at the wisp of mist in his palm and said, "I tried several times last night, and on the last try, it came out by itself, without me even having to use any force."

Ling Feng nodded: "That means it's already starting to become a habit."

Qian Renxue came out of the house with a teacup in her hand: "Then he can try to keep it going for a longer time and stabilize the current state. There's no need to rush to try new directions."

Chen Yuan thought for a moment and asked, "If it keeps veering to the upper left, should I follow it, or try to pull it back?"

Ling Feng said, "Go with it."

If that's its natural direction, the harder you pull it, the more unstable it will become.

Follow it for a while, and once it stabilizes, then consider changing direction.

Chen Yuan then asked, "How long do we need to follow it?"

Ling Feng said, "It won't take too long."

Once you feel that its edges are no longer easily coming apart, you can start to adjust it slowly.

Chen Yuan nodded.

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard gate, holding a letter from Haifeng City in his hand.

He walked to the stone table, sat down, unfolded the letter, and read: "The boy said that after he entered a meditative state last night, he saw a silver passage that was slowly extending. The edges of the passage were very clear, like a fixed path."

He said the passageway looked like it was being paved over, extending from one end to the other.

Ling Feng did not respond immediately after hearing this.

After a short while, he said, "The passage he saw may be related to the contact point."

Once the communication point is established, the energy exchange between the divine realm and the abyss will be more stable, which may leave traces in space.

What he sensed was perhaps the process of that passage being established.

Chen Yuan listened for a while, but he didn't interrupt.

Jin Chen put down the letter: "Should we send someone over to take a look?"

Ling Feng said, "Wait a few more days."

Let him continue recording; if the passage continues to extend, he will see more details.

Chen Yuan stood there for a while, the mist lingering in his palm for a period of time, and then he slowly closed his palm, letting the mist gradually shrink back into his palm.

After he finished clearing away the mist, he walked to the stone table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Jin Chen poured himself a glass as well, and the two of them sat quietly, each holding their own glass.

After a while, Jin Chen folded the letter and put it away: "The liaison point also sent a message yesterday."

They said the Abyss hasn't made any new demands recently, the situation at the edge of the rift is stable, and their patrols are rotating as usual.

Ling Feng said, "The contact point is currently operating normally."

Tang San came over around noon.

He didn't bring any iron materials, only a short knife with a freshly forged blade, the blade of which had been quenched twice.

He placed the dagger on the stone table and sat down himself: "Teacher Liu's dagger has been finished. I'll deliver it to her this afternoon."

Qian Renxue picked up the short sword and examined it: "It's more comfortable to hold than the last one, and the weight distribution is more even."

Tang San said, "She can come anytime she needs to next time."

That night, Ling Feng and Qian Renxue sat under the eaves.

Qian Renxue asked, "How's Lin Mu's practice with that bluish-gray leaf going today?"

Ling Feng said, "He came by himself this afternoon and said that the leaf will stay bright for longer."

He didn't practice in the yard; he just stood at the door, said his piece, and left. He didn't need supervision; he knew what he was doing.

Qian Renxue was silent for a while, as if she had settled her mind on what she was saying, before she said, "Then Chen Yuan should also come tomorrow."

Chapter 365 Fog

Ling Feng said, "Yes."

He's reached the point where he comes every day.

He doesn't need anyone to urge him; he'll come on his own.

Qian Renxue said, "Then let them continue."

Ling Feng said, "Okay, let them continue."

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, rustling the branches and leaves of the old locust tree, making a soft, rustling sound, before slowly coming to a stop.

Those things that are growing will continue to grow, and all they need to do is sit in their places and watch them grow into what they are meant to be.

The next morning, Chen Yuan arrived earlier than usual.

When he entered the courtyard, the fog had not yet dissipated. He stood in the center of the courtyard with his hands hanging at his sides, without immediately releasing his martial spirit.

When Ling Feng came out of the house, he stood on the veranda for a while.

He glanced at Chen Yuan but didn't speak, as if waiting for him to make the first move.

Chen Yuan took about two breaths before moving. He raised his right hand, and mist rose from his palm. This mist was denser than yesterday, and its edges were clearer.

It hovered above his palm, slowly rotating in the morning light.

Ling Feng walked to the stone table and sat down. He observed it quietly for a while, then asked, "Is there anything different about it today?"

Chen Yuan thought for a moment: "It's lighter than yesterday."

Before, there was a dragging sensation, like I was pulling something along. Today, it feels like it's just there on its own, without me having to lift it.

Ling Feng nodded: "That means you've started to get used to its flow pattern."

Once it stabilizes a bit more, we can try to maintain it for a longer period.

Chen Yuan stood there for a while longer, the mist maintaining a stable shape in his palm.

He cleared the fog and sat down at the stone table: "I tried it again last night."

I didn't try it at home; I tried it by the river behind the yard.

Ling Feng asked, "What's the difference between the riverside and home?"

Chen Yuan said, "The wind is stronger by the river."

When the fog is blown by the wind, I can feel its edges shifting with the direction of the wind.

I didn't notice this change at home before.

Ling Feng thought for a moment and said, "Then we can practice by the river more often in the future."

The wind helps you better perceive the boundaries of the fog.

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard gate, empty-handed, without a letter in his hand.

He sat down at the stone table and poured himself a cup of tea: "There's no new news from Haifeng City yet."

There was no news from them last night, nor this morning.

Ling Feng said, "No news means everything is normal."

If anything changes, they will contact us.

Jin Chen nodded.

Lin Mu arrived in the morning.

He walked into the courtyard, nodded slightly to Ling Feng, stood under the eaves, and reached out to extend the branch.

He stared intently at the bluish-gray leaf, the edges of which began to shimmer with a faint bluish light.

The light gradually stabilized, and then the entire leaf lit up.

This time the brightness was higher than any before, and it lasted significantly longer.

He maintained the leaf's brightness for about ten steps, a normal person could take, before slowly dimming it.

Ling Feng watched the whole process: "You lasted much longer than last time."

Lin Mu looked down at the leaf and said, "I practiced it again last night, and later I felt it start to glow on its own."

Ling Feng said, "That means you've found a way to stabilize the leaves."

Next, let the leaves stay lit up; don't rush to make them darken.