Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Time flies when you're cultivating; before you know it, the stars have shifted and the sky is already bright.

"Yesterday's fierce battle took a toll, but it greatly accelerated my cultivation speed. Fighting desperately really works."

The rising sun shone on his forehead, and Feng Zaixing, having finished his night of cultivation, was clear-headed. He muttered to himself:

"With the current momentum, I'm sure I'll become a Great Soul Master within a year, and I won't encounter any bottlenecks in breaking through to Soul Grandmaster within five years. At that time, I might have to face quite a few people. I wonder if Teacher Mu can withstand it..."

After a quick wash and shower, and changing into a loose white training suit, Feng Zaixing found a three-foot-long sword and strolled towards the training ground, his mind filled with thoughts of the situation of the four major powers.

Among the four top forces, Shrek Academy is the most obsessed; once you enter, you can't leave. The Tang Sect is the same.

Within the Spirit Pagoda, the Qian Gu family boasts three Limitless beings: Qian Gu Qingfeng, the Purgatory Douluo, is a good person; Qian Gu Dieting, the Battle Heaven Douluo, is a fierce individual; and Qian Gu Dongfeng, the Spirit Transmission Douluo, is a humanoid.

Leng Yaozhu, the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, was alone and helpless. In addition, there was a retired senior Limit Douluo, Han Tianyi, who entered the Spirit Transmission Tower to cultivate thanks to his kindness.

The Hall of War Gods is headed by the powerful and influential Han Hai Douluo Chen Xinjie, while the Executive Vice Hall Master Guan Yue possesses astonishing abilities. Another Vice Hall Master is Yu Guanzhi, the commander of the Central Army Corps.

Guan Yue is Yun Ming's junior brother. Chen Xinjie is usually fine, but he goes crazy when Long Yeyue self-destructs.

"Fortunately, these people were upright and honest, otherwise we would have had to go to the Southern Army to find relatives."

Thinking of Chen Xinjie's complicated emotional entanglements, Feng Zaixing couldn't help but shake his head inwardly. That old thing Long Yeyue was outrageous and defied the heavens. In her life, she only had one man, Chen Xinjie, yet she was also the honorary wife of the Heavenly Favored Douluo.

I wonder what kind of life the early-deceased Heavenly Douluo lived in life, and what his thoughts were after death.

In the original timeline, Chen Xinjie becomes Old Chen, the janitor, while Long Yeyue reverts to her youthful self. The two hold hands and embark on a twilight romance, basking in each other's company for many years—that's quite a thrill...

"Hey, junior brother, why did you bring a longsword today? You always use a shortsword."

Aruheng's strong and powerful voice came, and Feng Zaixing woke up. The training ground was almost there. Aruheng waved to him with a warm smile on his face.

"Senior brother, you know that my martial spirit is always used with a sword."

As Feng Zaixing walked towards Aruheng, he said, "We'll have to use this sooner or later, so let's start now."

"Oh right, I forgot, the Angels never let go of their swords."

Aruheng suddenly realized, touched his broad chin with his large hand, and asked in confusion:

"But I've heard that the Angelic Family doesn't specialize in swordsmanship; the Holy Sword is merely a weapon for them to unleash divine energy in judgment. Junior Brother, you..."

Just because someone hasn't walked a path doesn't mean someone can't.

Feng Zaixing spoke calmly, leaping three steps like a wild goose, his white robe and long sword exuding an extraordinary elegance:

"All the top-tier weapon spirit masters of this era have reached the pinnacle in their respective fields, creating their own astonishing techniques. If I don't learn from them, won't I fall behind?"

"Our sect's combat techniques were once unparalleled in the world. If I didn't cultivate swordsmanship, how would the world know how exquisite and unmatched our sect's combat skills were?"

Among the Seven Devils of this generation, Yue Zhengyu's martial spirit ranks among the top three, but his cultivation and combat power are not as good as Ye Xinglan, who is skilled in swordsmanship. Feng Zaixing takes this as a deep warning.

The answer in this era, aside from the bloodline that transcends everything, lies in unique, divine-level profound skills, with each of the swords, spears, clubs, and other weapons having their own advantages.

"Excellent! That's spirited! Truly a top genius of our sect!"

High in the sky, Muye appeared, clapping his hands and sighing, his loud voice full of expectation:

"Zai Xing, you're right! The prodigies of my lineage shouldn't lag behind others!"

Feng Zaixing bowed with his sword held horizontally, and said solemnly, "Please teach me, teacher, the path to comprehending sword intent, or rather, the path to understanding the essence of swordsmanship."

The first sentence in Ji Juechen's swordsmanship insights is, "My path can only be reached by those who are extremely passionate about the sword; others can only learn from it."

Feng Zaixing knew he couldn't be completely devoted to the sword. There were too many things he needed to cultivate. He wanted to follow the path of mastering one method and understanding all methods, and the way of the sword was the starting point he chose.

Upon hearing this, Makino's expression hardened. After a moment's thought, he slowly said:

"I am not an expert in swordsmanship, but I know that there have always been two paths to becoming a sword god. One is the path of a king, which is to cultivate the sword of a king; the other is the sword of perseverance, which is to abandon life and death and wield the sword of resolute determination."

"The so-called path of artistic conception is based on similar principles: one is the way of the king, and the other is the way of perseverance."

Makino asked, "And you? Which path do you want to take?"

"Nature is the way of the king."

Feng Zaixing's eyes shone brightly, his gaze sharp: "In the past, the Angel God used the Holy Sword to suppress all evil spirits on the continent, thus becoming a god, which is exactly the path of a king."

In terms of the path of swordsmanship, Ji Juechen undoubtedly walks the path of obsession, and the most extreme path of obsession. He cannot walk this path. If he wants to digest it, he must first comprehend his own kingly sword intent.

"good."

With a hopeful expression, Mu Ye said, "The strongest swordsman in the world is the Ruthless Douluo of the Tang Sect. He has already comprehended the profound meaning of the Sword God. However, I don't know whether he is the Sword of Kings or the Sword of Choice. The Amorous Douluo's path is special; he is not a proper Sword Soul Master."

"Below those two, the one with the strongest swordsmanship is the second War God of the War God Hall, Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu. He walks the path of the King's Sword. If you want to cultivate your swordsmanship, you can go and find him to test your skills."

"Teacher, I originally wanted to go to the Temple of the God of War to see him," Feng Zaixing said.

For months, he has been conducting background checks on the eighteen War Gods and prospective War Gods of the War God Temple. His current target for contact is this second War God, and this was also a factor in his choice to study Ji Juechen's true sword dao last night.

"That's right. According to your parents, you are a direct descendant of the Temple of War. Who knows, you might even become the Temple Master or Deputy Temple Master in the future."

Makino was not surprised by Feng Zaixing's choice at all, and even quite agreed with it.

The experts of the War God Temple only need to obey the summons when needed; there is no question of staying or leaving. Once they join the War God Temple, they are still members of their original sect.

"If you want to learn swordsmanship, then your teacher will give you a try, Xiao Hong." Mu Ye took off and called out to those behind him, making a gesture with his right hand.

The next second, a red beam of light appeared as if tearing the sky apart, suddenly appearing beside Mu Ye. It was a red mecha about six meters tall.

The mecha rapidly transformed into a massive, blood-red greatsword, then shrunk to three feet long and fell into Makino's palm.

"That's impressive."

Feng Zaixing and Aruheng exchanged a glance. It wasn't entirely incomprehensible that their teacher was so obsessed with mecha.

The moment Makino gripped the hilt of the sword, a burst of blood-red light suddenly shot out from the blade, and his entire aura changed, as if he were a seasoned veteran of the battlefield who had experienced countless battles.

"There's so much to learn from this god-level mech. I've dedicated most of my life to it."

Makino looked proudly at the mecha sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with a sharp edge, and deliberately controlled his strength as he pressed down on his two disciples.

"Okay, let's give it a try."

The air resistance increased several times over. Feng Zaixing frowned, his eyes serious, and he gripped his sword hilt tightly. Slowly but firmly, he raised his sword and pointed it at Mu Ye, his voice ringing out: "Please instruct me, Master!"

"Come."

Makino smiled encouragingly, his gaze fixed intently on the disciple standing before him, sword raised in front of him, a smirk playing on his lips.

With a simple parry, Mu Ye deflected the attack, flicked his wrist, and in the blink of an eye, unleashed nine sword strikes, aiming for Feng Zaixing's vital points, pointing out:

"Sword intent is your understanding of the sword. Before you can understand it, you must first become familiar with it and use it to the point that it is as easy as using your own arm and fingers, so that it can carry your intentions."

Makino is skilled at using the weapons transformed from god-level mechs. His greatest form is the greatsword. Although he has not cultivated a sword soul, his sword intent is already at its peak. In addition, he has many years of experience, so his movements are fluid and effortless, leaving no room for error.

Feng Zaixing was struggling to keep up, his brow and chest throbbing with pain. He focused intently on the subtleties of the Muye Nine Swords and asked:

"Teacher, does using it to the point of being able to control one's arm and fingers refer to spatial awareness? Holding a sword in one's hand creates a distance that is much greater than someone empty-handed; this distance represents space."

Makino looked at Feng Zaixing with admiration and said in approval:

"Yes, spatial awareness is very important. If a beginner cannot achieve a certain level of spatial awareness, their sword intent will be like a wild beast trapped in a cage, unable to be free."

"Understood."

As predicted, Feng Zaixing activated his martial spirit, and his skin immediately turned a dark golden color. He began practicing basic sword techniques, and his chaotic movements gradually became more organized.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the master and disciple practiced their moves for a quarter of an hour. Aruheng then took over from Feng Zaixing and fought Muye for a quarter of an hour. Afterward, the brothers joined forces to attack Muye for a quarter of an hour.

After their morning exercise, the three masters and disciples had a meal with Zhenhua. This time, they had to have a nourishing meal made with rare and precious herbs, which quickly restored the exhausted brothers to full strength.

Feng Zaixing has always believed that the way the Body Sect cultivates qi and blood is sometimes inhuman, and sometimes very humane.

……

Time flies, and three days pass in the blink of an eye. The two masters and one disciple embark on their journey to the East China Sea.

The long winds of the East China Sea were invigorating, and the Mu family was exceptionally hospitable.

"Hehe, you're my master's disciple, and I'm a blacksmith from my father's school. We're practically from the same school, so how about you call me senior sister? I'll show you my father's blacksmithing skills."

Mu Xi is four years older than Feng Zaixing and acts like a self-proclaimed big sister. She pats her junior brother's shoulder with a smile, clearly missing her older sister, completely unaware that several black lines have appeared on Mu Chen's face.

Feng Zaixing forced a smile and called out "Senior Sister," saying, "There's no need to steal Master Uncle's forging techniques. But Senior Sister, I'm very interested in the East Sea. Could you take me there for a look?"

This is the starting point for Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Xu Xiaoyan, and an important location for the Silver Dragon King, the number one soul beast in Douluo Continent. It's worth taking a look around.