Douluo Dragon King: Light and Darkness, Starting with the Punishment of Light

Outside the Spirit Pagoda, the night was as dark as ink.

A tall, slender figure stood quietly in the shadows, the moonlight outlining her silhouette in a hazy way.

Gu Yuena had her back to the person behind her.

Purple eyes gazed toward the distant headquarters of the Spirit Pagoda.

"My lord."

A deep voice sounded from behind.

It was a woman wearing a purple robe, her face hidden in the shadow of her hood, making it impossible to see her features.

However, if a powerful expert at the Title Douluo level were here, they would definitely be able to sense the terrifying aura emanating from him.

That was the unique aura of a soul beast that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years.

Purple Dragon Douluo is the incarnation of Zi Ji.

"Are you really going to stay here?" Murasaki's voice held a hint of worry. "What about the other operations..."

"Proceed as scheduled."

Gu Yuena's voice was as cold and clear as the moon, revealing no emotional fluctuations.

Her gaze remained fixed on the direction of the Spirit Pagoda, her long silver hair swaying gently in the night breeze.

"This is the Spirit Transfer Tower of humanity, the pinnacle of soul guidance technology, the birthplace of battle armor, and the foundation of the soul spirit system."

She paused, a deep light flashing in her purple eyes.

"Here, you can get firsthand information about humanity."

Their technology, their strategy, their weaknesses.

Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself.

"This is super for us soul beasts..."

"Well, in human terms, it's a super intelligence center."

Zi Ji remained silent for a moment, then lowered her head deeply.

"Truly, the wisdom of the Lord is evident."

"It was my oversight."

"It's alright." Gu Yuena shook her head slightly. "But there's no news of the Golden Dragon King right now."

There was a hint of urgency in Zi Ji's voice, "My lord, this..."

"It's alright, tell Di Tian to continue searching for information about the Golden Dragon King."

Gu Yuena interrupted him, her tone remaining calm and composed.

"As long as I'm alright, when we get the Golden Dragon King, we can bring back the Dragon God."

She raised her head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky, her purple eyes reflecting the cool moonlight.

"Then I will be able to restore the glory of my soul beast."

The voice was soft, yet it sounded like a vow from ancient times, carrying a weight that had transcended countless years.

Murasaki knelt on one knee, her right hand on her chest, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and fervor.

"I will give everything for the Lord and the Dragon God!"

Gu Yuena didn't turn around, but simply gave a faint "hmm".

She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing a faint arc in the air, seven-colored elemental light flashing and disappearing between her fingers.

"Alright, don't come looking for me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Her tone became more serious. "After all, there are many capable people here."

Leng Yaozhu is a Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, a four-word Douluo Armor Master, whose perception far surpasses that of ordinary Title Douluos.

There are several others, all of whom are at the Limit Douluo level.

"If they find out anything then, it'll be troublesome."

"Understood, my lord." Zi Ji stood up, took two steps back, and her figure gradually blended into the night. "This subordinate takes her leave."

The night wind blew by, and the shadowy area was now deserted.

Gu Yuena stood there, gazing in the direction of the Spirit Pagoda for a long time.

Her gaze slowly moved down from the tower to the brightly lit windows.

That's the direction of the training ground.

The scene from this afternoon unconsciously floated into my mind.

The boy named Zhou Wei, and the two martial spirits beside him.

One is emerald green like light, the other is dark purple like night.

Their attack methods, the aura they exuded, and the light and darkness that coalesced on the boy's fist when he finally charged forward...

Gu Yuena frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her purple eyes.

Those two martial souls gave her a strange sense of familiarity.

It wasn't the aura of a dragon, nor the aura of a soul beast, nor even the aura that should exist in this world.

But she felt...as if she had seen it before.

That terrifying power—was it from some deity?

It seemed that a long, long time ago, in some place she couldn't remember, she had seen something similar?

She shook her head, pulling herself out of her thoughts.

"Never mind," she murmured to herself, "Let's see how it goes."

The silver figure turned and left, disappearing into the night.

......

Time flies, and countless days and nights have passed.

In the early morning at the Spirit Pagoda training ground, two figures crossed paths and then separated, their afterimages of light and darkness weaving together in the air to create a flowing picture.

Zhou Wei dodged a water blade to the side, and Dar had already leaped off his shoulder, his emerald-gold blade slashing straight at Gu Yue's left side;

Gu Yue advanced instead of retreating, his right hand forming a fire shield to block, while his left hand subtly transformed light element into a thin needle, bypassing Dar and aiming straight for Zhou Wei's face.

But Sarod was already waiting there.

A flash of dark purple light shattered the dark needle into pieces.

Gu Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, and the wind element burst forth beneath her feet, causing her to retreat three meters.

Her silver hair flew as she landed, and a hint of surprise flashed in her purple eyes.

It wasn't because of Sarod's interception, but because Zhou Wei's reaction speed was even faster than last week.

"Quite a step forward," she said casually.

"That's right." Zhou Wei grinned, and Dahl jumped back onto his shoulder, while Sarod stood beside him again.

Leng Yaozhu stood at the edge of the training field, arms crossed, watching this scene with a slight smile on her lips.

During this period, every day consisted of basic Soul Master knowledge, second profession theory, practical training, and meditation.

Although he was exhausted, Zhou Wei could feel himself growing rapidly.

The connection with their separated martial souls is becoming increasingly close. Many times, they don't even need to be deliberately commanded. With just a thought, Dahl and Sarod know what to do.

His encounter with Gu Yue also taught him a lot.

Although this Silver Dragon King had been concealing his true abilities, the occasional glimpses of his combat awareness and masterful use of the elements were enough to greatly benefit him.

Leng Yaozhu clapped her hands, interrupting the standoff between the two.

"Zhou Wei".

She walked over, a hint of satisfaction in her crimson eyes, "You've improved so quickly."

Your connection with your martial spirit is becoming increasingly strong, and most importantly, your combat mindset has improved rapidly during this period.

"Thank you, sister." Zhou Wei wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled brightly.

"Gu Yue is the same." Leng Yaozhu looked at the silver-haired girl next to her. "You've all honed your combat skills to a high degree; what you lack now is real combat experience."

Zhou Wei's eyes darted around, and he leaned forward, asking with a grin, "Sister, are there any rewards for Gu Yue and me during this time?"

Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at his fawning manner.

She turned slightly to the side, leaned close to his ear, and lowered her voice.

"There really is, little brother."

The warm breath brushed against Zhou Wei's earlobe, and the tips of his ears turned red again.

"Come with me in a bit!"

Zhou Wei's eyes lit up, and his mind started racing with calculations.

What kind of reward? I can't wait!

"Come with me." Leng Yaozhu turned and walked out of the training field.

"He's back. Let me introduce you to him."

he?

Zhou Wei was taken aback and subconsciously glanced at Gu Yue.

The silver-haired girl frowned slightly, clearly not knowing who "he" was either.

The two exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

The elevator doors closed, and Leng Yaozhu pressed the button for the 78th floor.

Zhou Wei stared at the numbers flashing on the control panel and muttered to himself.

Seventy-eight floors? This is the middle and upper level of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, where key figures reside.

But he's been at the Spirit Pagoda for so long and has never actually been to this floor.

"Sister, whose residence is on the 78th floor?" he couldn't help but ask.

Leng Yaozhu did not answer, but a mysterious smile played on her lips.