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

Ling Feng: "He must have approached the riverbank while confirming the pattern of the water sounds."

Qian Renxue: "He rarely lets himself be affected by the environment. If there are water stains on his clothes, it means he was very close to the water at the time."

Ling Feng: "He was confirming that he could maintain stability when he was closer to the source of the interference."

After confirming, he would take a step back and return to his usual position.

Qian Renxue: "He no longer needs anyone to tell him how he's doing."

Ling Feng: "He knows he can do it, he just needs to confirm that it actually happened."

It was late at night, and the light in Zheng Liang's room was still on.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the light in his hand not shining, but he could feel the light maintaining a constant state within his body.

He didn't look down at his hands; he just sat there, as if getting used to the situation.

Zheng Ming's room was unlit. He sat in the darkness, the Dark Holy Dragon maintaining a uniform thickness in his palm, needing no light to confirm its existence.

A night breeze passed by the window, stirring the end of the thin rope on the windowsill. The metal piece made a soft sound in the wind, then fell silent.

The light in Zheng Liang's room was not turned off, but it was not turned on again.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his palms outstretched and facing upwards, his fingertips hanging naturally, neither exerting force nor relaxing intentionally.

He is sensing the presence of light.

The room was quiet. The wind outside the window blew through the gaps under the eaves, causing the thin rope at the base of the wall to creak softly in the night.

Zheng Liang didn't turn his head to look; he remained seated, as if adapting to the state, maintaining it not through control, but through acceptance.

Chapter 417 The End (Part 1)

The lights were off in the next room.

Zheng Ming sat on the edge of the bed, his back against the wall, his fingers resting flat on his knees.

The room was dark, with only a small portion of moonlight filtering in from the window, spreading a pale silvery-white patch on the table.

The Dark Holy Dragon maintained a stable form within his body, as if it were placed in a fixed position, with uniform edges, and would not shift due to changes in his breathing frequency.

He maintained this state in the darkness, neither deliberately prolonging it nor ending it prematurely, as if he was using this method to confirm that he had reached a position where he no longer needed to repeatedly verify it.

The next morning, the fog was rising from the ground, and the ground of the training ground was still damp, with fine water droplets seeping from the cracks in the bricks.

Zheng Liang walked to the center of the training ground and stood at the edge of the shadow of the old locust tree on the east side.

He looked down at his palm, but his gaze wasn't fully on it; it was as if he was confirming the state of the light through touch and perception.

He stood there for a moment, then raised his hand, and light formed in his palm.

The brightness of the edges is uniform and there is no shift due to movement.

He paused for a moment, then began to move the light along an arc.

Qian Renxue stood under the corridor, holding a cup of tea in her hand. The tea was not steaming, as if it had been left to cool for a while.

She didn't say anything, but just watched Zheng Liang practice.

The light maintained a stable brightness throughout the arc, without fluctuating when turning, and the entire movement was smooth.

After the light returned to its starting position, Zheng Liang withdrew his hand, and the light gradually faded in his palm.

He looked up and saw Qian Renxue standing under the eaves. He nodded in that direction and then looked down to examine his palm.

Zheng Ming spent more time by the river than usual.

The river is shallower than it was a few days ago. The direction of the current has not changed, but the flow rate is slightly faster than usual.

He stood on the riverbank, neither squatting down nor getting too close, his palms outstretched, dark light gathering in his palms.

He didn't look down at it; his gaze remained fixed on the river surface, as if sensing the direction of the wind and the intermittent sounds of the water.

The light remained steady in his palm, its edges not shifting despite the change in the sound of the water.

He stood there for a long time, until the sun rose higher and his shadow on the riverbank shortened, before he withdrew his hand.

The afternoon sun cast long, slanted shadows on the ground of the training ground, where Zheng Liang practiced his arc-shaped movements.

The light maintained a uniform brightness as he moved, the arc became longer and the angle of change became larger and larger.

He didn't pause when turning; the entire movement was completed in one smooth motion.

After returning from the riverbank, Zheng Ming stood silently at the foot of the wall at the edge of the training ground, watching him complete the arc movement. Only after the light subsided did he emerge from the shadows.

When Ling Feng came out of the offering hall, he was not carrying anything in his hands. He walked very slowly and stopped at the edge of the training ground.

He watched as Zheng Liang and Zheng Ming stood in their respective positions, neither of them in a hurry to release their martial spirits, as if they were confirming their condition for the day in their own way.

He watched for a while, without urging them or giving any new instructions, but simply confirmed that they were indeed practicing.

As evening fell, Zheng Liang and Zheng Ming sat side by side under the eaves of the east courtyard, with a distance between them.

There were no lights on in the courtyard, and dusk was creeping up the walls.

Zheng Liang's palms were laid out on his knees. The light did not shine, but he could feel that the light within him remained in a state of constant illumination.

Zheng Ming sat quietly, as if he was also confirming the state of the dark light within his body. Neither of them spoke, but they were both confirming the results of today's practice in their own ways.

As night deepened, the lights in Zheng Liang's room went out.

Moonlight was filtering through the edge of the clouds, spreading a small patch of pale silver-white light on the table.

He sat on the edge of the bed and felt the light within his body remain stable, without shifting due to changes in his breathing rate.

He closed his eyes, letting that stable state continue into his sleep.

The light in the next room remained off. Zheng Ming sat in the darkness, the Dark Holy Dragon maintaining its even thickness in his palm. The wind outside the window blew through the gaps under the eaves, and the iron sheet made a very soft sound in the night.

He remained seated, not moving, as if confirming in his own way that the location no longer needed to be repeatedly checked.

Autumn officially arrived in Wuhun City after a light frost.

The leaves of the old locust tree at the city gate began to turn yellow from the edges, and they fell down with a gust of wind, casting a dappled shadow on the bluestone slabs.

Zheng Liang stood in his usual spot at the city gate, and the ball of light in his hand no longer needed to be maintained by him.

It hovered above his palm, as if it had learned how to remain stable within its own boundaries.

He stood there for a while, waiting for the wind to pass through the city gate before withdrawing his hand. The light in his palm gradually faded, but it didn't go out; it simply returned to his body to wait for the next time it would light up.

Qian Renxue walked out from under the corridor and stopped at the edge of the training ground: "The light didn't turn on on its own today, does that mean you no longer need it to be on all the time?"

Zheng Liang said, "It can now maintain its presence even when it's not lit."

"I know it's there, and that's enough."

Qian Renxue nodded: "Then your path has taken shape."

All that's left is to get through it.

Zheng Ming returned from the riverbank with a little wet mud on his shoes.

He stopped at the edge of the training ground. Zheng Liang glanced at him and asked, "Is the sound of water louder today than yesterday?"

Zheng Ming said, "The river has widened a bit."

However, the edges did not show any obvious shift, and they were able to adapt to the rhythmic changes of the water sound.

Qian Renxue said, "You no longer need to confirm your status by maintaining it."

If you can maintain stability amidst change, that's where you've reached.

Zheng Ming nodded: "Then I should have arrived."

Tang San came over in the evening.

He sat on the stone bench, without any iron tools in his hands: "If you two still need tools, I can fight you."

Ling Feng said, "They don't need it for now. They've already passed the stage where they need tools to help them."

Tang San asked, "So, what are your plans next?"

Zheng Liang said, "I plan to stay in Wuhun Capital for a while longer to practice my arc movement more thoroughly."

Zheng Ming said, "I plan to go back to town and stay for a while next spring."

Before leaving, I'll check the status of that space in Sea Breeze City.

At dinner time, Qian Renxue brought out two dishes and placed them on the low table under the corridor in the east courtyard.

Zheng Liang took the bowl and chopsticks: "How long do you plan to stay in town?"

Zheng Ming said, "It's uncertain. It might take a few months, or it might take longer."

It depends.

Zheng Liang said, "Then you'll come back, right?"

Zheng Ming said, "Yes."

Zheng Liang didn't ask any more questions.

Qian Renxue sat on the stone bench: "If you find that the environment in the town is no longer suitable for practice after you go back, you can come back anytime."

Zheng Ming said, "Okay."

After dinner, Zheng Liang sat under the eaves of the east courtyard. The light was not on, but he could feel the light within his body remaining constant.

Zheng Ming came out and sat down next to him: "When you were practicing by the city gate this afternoon, did you feel any delay in the wind direction change?"

Zheng Liang said, "Yes."

When the north wind shifts to the east wind, there will be very short gaps without wind.

Zheng Ming asked, "Are you waiting for that gap to pass, or are you adjusting yourself during that gap?"

Zheng Liang said, "I adjusted during that gap."

Chapter 418 The Ending (Part Two)

"Control is most stable when the wind stops."

Zheng Ming did not ask any further questions.