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

That morning, he arrived earlier than usual. When he opened the courtyard gate, the fog was still hanging heavily on the treetops, and there was only a thin layer of dew on the stone table in the courtyard.

He walked to the center of the courtyard, stuck the weathervane in the soil in the corner, and instead of rushing to practice, he stood there and observed the direction of the rotation of the iron plate at the top of the weathervane in the morning breeze.

It turned very slowly, wobbled slightly, and then stopped.

Ling Feng pushed open the door and walked out, stopping in the corridor: "The wind is blowing from the north today."

Chen Yuan said, "It's a bit weaker than yesterday."

Ling Feng said, "Then when we practice today, we can try to keep the fog for a longer time. When the wind is weak, the fog is not easily blown away."

Chen Yuan nodded.

Qian Renxue came out of the house carrying a teapot and sat down on the stone bench: "A message came from Haifeng City yesterday evening."

She put down the teapot. "The boy entered a state of deep concentration again. This time he saw the outline of the light. He said the light was changing from a circle to a polygon, and the edges were clearer than before."

The polygon he described has six sides.

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard gate, his hand empty: "Six sides?"

"Is that a hexagon?"

Qian Renxue said, "He said it looks like a hexagonal shape with straight edges, not round."

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "Then what he saw might be a spatial node that is taking shape."

Hexagonal structures are quite common in spatial construction.

Chen Yuan listened from the side without interrupting.

He adjusted the angle of the weathervane to align it with the morning breeze, then took two steps back, raised his right hand, and the wisp of mist rose from his palm, slowly swirling in the morning light.

When Lin Mu arrived, the sun had already risen higher and the fog had mostly dissipated.

He walked into the courtyard, glanced at the weather vane in the corner, then went to the porch and reached out to stick out the branch.

The bluish-gray leaf lit up faster than before, and its brightness was more stable, lasting for a while before slowly dimming.

He pulled back the branch and looked down at the leaves: "It lasted two more breaths today than yesterday."

Ling Feng said, "Then you can try to keep it at the same duration tomorrow. Don't rush to extend it. First, consolidate the current state."

Lin Mu nodded.

Tang San came over in the morning.

He didn't bring any ironware, only a new roll of blueprints, which he placed on the stone table: "I want to improve Chen Yuan's weather vane."

Chen Yuan cleared the fog: "Improvement?"

Tang San said, "The previous weather vane could only detect changes in wind direction in the horizontal direction, not in the vertical direction."

I'd like to add a vertical indicator to the existing structure, so you can simultaneously sense the wind's movement in both the horizontal and vertical directions.

Chen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "That would indeed be more useful."

Vertical winds affect the speed at which fog rises and falls; if I can sense this in advance, I can adjust the fog density earlier.

Tang San said, "Then I'll go back and revise the design."

The changes won't be too significant; it shouldn't take more than three days to complete.

Chen Yuan said, "No rush."

Ning Rongrong walked out of the offering hall, holding a record book in her hand: "I have sorted out today's records. The stability of the leaves of the trees has reached a stable stage. The next step can be to consider increasing the practice time."

Chen Yuan's control over the mist has stabilized; we can try increasing the difficulty of his practice.

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Chen Yuan asked, "What kind of difficulty?"

Ning Rongrong said, "For example, we can make the fog maintain its shape while it is moving, rather than just maintaining its shape when it is stationary."

Chen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Then I can take the weather vane to the river to practice and make the fog move as the wind changes."

That afternoon, Chen Yuan took the weather vane to the riverbank and practiced for almost an hour.

When he returned, he had an expression on his face that he hadn't seen in a long time.

Ling Feng was sitting on the veranda drinking tea when he saw him walk in. He put down his teacup and asked, "How was your day?"

Chen Yuan said, "It went more smoothly than I had expected."

The wind along the river was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and its direction was also changing, but I could sense the changes in advance by using the wind vane and then adjust the fog accordingly.

Today, the fog held its shape as it moved, though only for a very short time, and it definitely didn't dissipate.

Ling Feng said, "That means you've already figured it out."

Tang San completed the improved weather vane on the afternoon of the third day.

He spent an extra morning in the blacksmith's shop, re-welding a vertical indicator blade and connecting it to the original structure with a thin iron rod.

The blades at the top can swing up and down with the vertical wind, while the horizontal wind continues to be indicated by the original wind vane.

He brought the improved weather vane to the ancestral hall and placed it on the stone table: "Give it a try."

Chen Yuan picked up the weathervane, held it up, and felt it. The vertical blades at the top were swaying slowly up and down with the slight morning breeze.

He said, "There has been feedback."

I couldn't feel the vertical changes in the wind before, but now I can.

Tang San said, "Then try it out for a few days first. If there's anything that needs adjusting, come find me anytime."

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard gate, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand: "We received some new information from Haifeng City last night."

The boy said the ball of light he saw had fully formed; it was a hexagonal structure with very clear edges, and light was continuously flowing inside.

After listening, Ling Feng remained silent for a while: "The hexagonal structure with flowing light inside indicates that a stable spatial node has indeed formed at the end of the passage."

Qian Renxue said, "Should we send someone over to take a look?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "We can send someone over."

But we don't need too many people; just send one person to confirm the situation.

Jin Chen said, "Then I'll go."

I'm quite familiar with Sea Breeze City.

Ling Feng said, "Then you can leave tomorrow."

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

Qian Renxue said, "Chen Yuan practiced by the river for a longer time today than yesterday."

Ling Feng said, "He is making progress step by step. Once he has mastered the improved weather vane, he should be able to maintain the stable shape of the fog in the face of wind changes."

Qian Renxue said, "Lin Mu also came by this afternoon and said that the bluish-gray leaf will last longer today."

Ling Feng said, "He's also moving forward."

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, rustling the branches and leaves of the old locust tree.

Qian Renxue turned her head and glanced at Ling Feng: "Jin Chen is leaving for Haifeng City tomorrow. Someone needs to keep an eye on the liaison point as well."

Ling Feng said, "I'll keep an eye on the liaison point."

Qian Renxue said, "Okay."

The two sat for a while longer, then stood up and walked into the house. The wind swirled around the yard and continued to blow forward.

On the evening of the third day after Jin Chen left Wuhun Capital, the outline of Haifeng City appeared at the end of the official road.

The flags on the city wall fluttered in the sea breeze, and a salty smell filled the air.

He reined in his horse at the city gate, dismounted, and led the horse through the gate.

The shops along the street had closed one after another, with only a few pubs still lit up.

He settled down at a small inn near the dock and asked the innkeeper where the boy lived.

The shopkeeper told him that the boy lived in a small house near the beach in the south of the city and rarely went out.

The next morning, Jin Chen walked south along the coastline for about a mile and saw a lonely little house.

Several stones were weighing down the roof, the door was ajar, and a faint light shone through the crack.

Jin Chen stood at the door for a while, then raised his hand and knocked.

After a long while, the door opened a crack, revealing a young face.

The boy looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with rather long hair and bright eyes.

He sized up Jin Chen for a moment: "Are you someone sent by the Spirit Hall?"

Jin Chen said, "Yes."

My name is Jin Chen.

I've seen all the records you sent back before.

The boy opened the door a little: "Come in."

The room is a bit messy, please don't mind.

The room was indeed small, containing a wooden bed, a table, and a chair.

Several sheets of paper were spread out on the table, with lines and symbols drawn on them, as if he were organizing what he had seen.

Jin Chen sat down in the chair, and the boy sat down on the edge of the bed.

Jin Chen didn't beat around the bush: "When was the last time you saw that hexagonal structure?"

The boy said, "The night before last."

It's clearer than before, the edges are straight, and there are no blurry areas.

Jin Chen asked, "Did you see light flowing inside it this time?"

The boy said, "Yes."

The light converges from all six sides toward the center, stays there for a moment, and then disperses back to the other six sides.