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

In the evening, Zheng Ming returned from outside the town.

When he walked into the courtyard, his breathing was more even than in the morning, as if he had just completed a long-distance run without having to stop abruptly.

He sat down on the veranda and glanced at Zheng Liang: "When it was expanded today, the edges didn't become thinner."

Zheng Liang said, "Then you've stabilized your direction."

Zheng Ming said, "Hmm."

"It's stable."

When Ling Feng entered the courtyard, the setting sun shone directly on the eaves, casting a long, thin shadow in the yard.

He sat down on the stone steps: "Have you all finished practicing today?"

Zheng Liang nodded: "I tried it a few times today, and it can keep itself lit up after it turns on."

Zheng Ming also said, "During the expansion, the edges did not become thinner, and the thickness was uniform."

Ling Feng said, "Then you have all found your own paths."

For the rest of the time, you don't need to practice for so long every day; just maintain the existing rhythm.

Zheng Liang glanced at the light in his palm: "Then we don't have to practice for so long tomorrow?"

Ling Feng said, "Okay."

If you feel good, practice a little longer.

If you feel tired, practice for a shorter time.

Zheng Liang nodded and withdrew the light. The light gradually faded in his palm until it disappeared.

At dinner time, the old woman served three bowls of noodles, with a few pieces of green vegetables and scallions floating on the broth.

Ling Feng took the bowl without saying anything, and finished the bowl of noodles.

Zheng Liang finished eating, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Tomorrow morning, I want to try moving it a little further to see if it can maintain its brightness while moving."

Ling Feng said, "We can try it. If the brightness decreases, we'll stop and restore it."

Zheng Liang nodded.

Zheng Ming remained silent, quietly finishing his bowl of noodles before speaking, "Tomorrow I'm going to practice by the river outside town. I want to confirm whether the wind and water there can help the Dark Holy Dragon stabilize."

Ling Feng said, "Okay."

If you find the riverside suitable, you can practice there regularly from now on.

Zheng Ming nodded: "I'll go to the riverbank tomorrow morning, practice, and then come back."

The next morning, Zheng Ming went out to the riverbank.

Ling Feng stood in the courtyard, watching Zheng Liang practice the movement of that ball of light in the morning light.

The light moved forward a distance without its brightness decreasing significantly.

Zheng Liang looked up: "The brightness didn't change when we moved it just now."

Ling Feng said, "That means your control is sufficient to handle movement."

Zheng Liang thought for a moment and said, "Then I can try to make it move a greater distance today."

Ling Feng said, "You can try it, but you have to be careful. If the brightness starts to decrease, stop and restore it."

Zheng Liang nodded and began moving the ball of light again.

At noon, Zheng Ming returned from the riverbank.

When he walked into the courtyard, his breathing was more steady than in the morning.

He sat down on the veranda and said, “The riverside is indeed more suitable.”

The sounds of wind and water make it more stable, as if the environment itself is helping it maintain its shape.

Ling Feng said, "Then we'll practice there regularly from now on."

Zheng Ming nodded: "I'll practice by the river in the mornings from now on."

Days passed by like this.

Zheng Liang gradually became able to maintain the brightness of the light without deliberate control, and Zheng Ming was also able to maintain the stability of his martial soul in an unstable environment.

Ling Feng goes to Zheng Liang's place every morning, goes to Zheng Ming's riverside in the afternoon, and returns to the inn in the evening to record the day's progress.

He realized that they were gradually approaching their goal in their own way.

His role is gradually shifting from a mentor to a witness, only needing to appear when needed to confirm that they have reached the right place.

He closed his laptop and turned off the light.

Those paths are still extending, and the two boys are also heading further along their own paths.

He just needs to stay in his seat and watch them go about their chosen paths.

He closed his eyes, holding his breath in the night breeze, as if confirming in his own way that the paths had indeed extended to where they were meant to be.

The lights of the distant village were going out one by one, and the night was getting darker. As the wind passed by the window, it seemed to be confirming in its own way that the progress of the two boys no longer needed to be checked repeatedly.

He lay in the darkness, feeling his breathing slow down and synchronize with the surrounding environment.

He turned to the side and closed his eyes again in the night.

Tomorrow morning, he will also watch Zheng Liang practice moving directions in the morning light, and watch Zheng Ming keep the dark light stable in the wind by the river.

He simply needs to continue appearing in the places he's used to being, and wait for them to move on to the next stage on their own.

A few days later, Zheng Liang was able to maintain a stable brightness for the ball of light without deliberate effort, while Zheng Ming was able to maintain the outline of the Dark Holy Dragon even in the constantly changing wind conditions by the river.

Ling Feng still goes to Zheng Liang's place every morning and to Zheng Ming's riverside in the afternoon, but he speaks less and less when giving guidance.

That evening, when Ling Feng arrived at Zheng Liang's courtyard, Zheng Liang was sitting on the porch, not holding the ball of light in his hand, but he could feel that the light was quietly resting in a place in his body that had just been emptied.

He looked up: "I tried making it light up by itself this afternoon, and then I walked away."

It stayed lit for a while, then slowly dimmed after I left.

Ling Feng stopped in the corridor: "Then it can now exist independently, free from your direct control."

Zheng Liang nodded: "It's like it learned how to maintain its shape on its own."

Zheng Ming returned from the riverbank after dusk, washed his hands in the courtyard, and sat down on the porch: "Today I tried expanding the area in the wind, and the edges did not fluctuate during the expansion process."

Ling Feng said, "Then you have achieved your goal of expanding your scope."

Zheng Ming asked, "So what should we do next?"

Ling Feng said, "What needed to be done has been done."

You have already mastered your own martial spirits. The rest of the journey will be much safer for you to walk on your own than for someone to lead you.

Zheng Liang fell silent, as if processing those words, then he said, "So, are you leaving?"

Ling Feng said, "I'll leave in a couple of days."

Zheng Liang asked, "Will they come back?"

Ling Feng said, "Maybe."

But I'm not sure.

Zheng Ming asked, "Will we be able to find you again?"

Ling Feng said, "If you want to come to the north, you can come to Wuhun Capital to find me."

Zheng Liang said, "Martial Soul Capital?"

That's very far.

Ling Feng said, "It is a bit far."

However, the training conditions in Martial Soul Capital are better than here. If you want to go further, that's a suitable place.

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Zheng Liang glanced at Zheng Ming: "Do you want to go?"

Zheng Ming said, "I want to go."

but not now.

It's still uncertain whether I'll be able to adapt to the environment there.

Ling Feng said, "Then let's wait until you've made up your minds before we talk about it."

That night, Ling Feng packed his belongings in his inn room.

The moonlight outside the window was the same as always, and he knew he had done what he was supposed to do.

Zheng Liang and Zheng Ming have found their path. Now they just need to continue along that path. He no longer needs to confirm their direction.

He closed the window, turned off the light, and left the town the next morning.

He walked north along the official road he had come from, and arrived at the next town before dark.

The fields by the roadside were being painted in varying shades of color by the sunset. He walked slowly, as if he were readjusting his own pace in his own way.

The evening breeze blew in from the fields, carrying the scent of earth and hay. He felt that the paths that were extending no longer needed him to turn back and confirm them.

The two boys were already able to continue along their own paths, and he was also able to move forward to the next place where he was needed.

The wind blew from behind, as if confirming in its own way that the paths had indeed extended to where they were meant to be, and he only needed to continue walking in his direction, waiting for the next stretch of road that required him to stop to appear ahead.

He walked past the familiar villages, past the fields being harvested, and past the eaves that were becoming blurred in the twilight.

Behind him, Zheng Liang and Zheng Ming were sitting in the courtyard, each practicing the skills they had already mastered.

They are continuing at their own pace, and Ling Feng no longer needs to check on their progress.

He held his breath in the darkness and continued walking north. The fields in the distance were gradually darkening, while the road ahead continued to stretch out.

A night breeze blew from behind him, carrying the scent of the small town, swirling around him before dissipating.

It was half a month later when Ling Feng returned to Wuhun Capital.

He entered the city in the afternoon, when the sun was shining obliquely from the west, casting long shadows on the city walls.