Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Shui Bing'er took a deep breath, slowly extended her hand, and touched the mysterious stone door with her fingertips.

Instantly, a bone-chilling cold seemed to sweep her away, but strangely, this coldness made her thoughts exceptionally clear.

With a muffled rumble, the stone gate slowly opened, and an ancient and mysterious aura surged in like a tide, mixed with a faint chill, causing Shui Bing'er to shiver involuntarily.

The Ice Temple before her towered into the clouds, its entire structure made of exquisite ice sculptures, standing a full two hundred meters tall, even taller than her true form.

Standing before this magnificent hall, she couldn't help but feel her own insignificance, like a tiny speck of dust.

Upon entering the Ice God Temple, one is greeted by thirty-six massive pillars on each side, firmly supporting the magnificent ceiling. In the very center is a passageway three hundred meters wide, extending straight to the innermost part, at the end of which stands a colossal statue of a god.

The statue was almost indistinguishable from a human woman, with a lifelike face, as if silently telling a story of sorrow, or immersed in some distant memory.

Her beautiful, clear eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, captivating all who looked into them. The Ice God's gaze seemed directed at Shui Bing'er, yet also as if traversing time and space, looking towards a distant horizon…

On the walls of the hall, runes and murals intertwine, shimmering with a faint light, seemingly containing endless mysteries; while those murals vividly depict the legendary life of the ice sculpture, from her birth and growth to her various deeds in the world, and her great image of protecting all living beings.

Each painting seemed alive, transporting Shui Bing'er back to that ancient and mysterious era. Just then, her gaze was drawn to a particularly striking mural, its depiction of a scene beyond human capability—or more accurately, the power of the gods!
On the screen, the weather is constantly changing. Thick, ink-like clouds surge in like a tide, completely obscuring the sky, as if even the sunlight is too shy to show itself.

The oppressive atmosphere was like a heavy stone, shrouding the earth and making the air feel thick and difficult to breathe.

The gods radiated a dazzling light, like stars in the sky, twinkling in the darkness yet exuding an awe-inspiring majesty.

Their figures varied; some were tall and imposing, like towering mountains inspiring awe; others were light and graceful, like spirits in the clouds. Regardless of their stature, they all exuded a powerful aura, as if everything in the world was under their control.

Those mythical beasts were as large as mountains, their scales shimmering with a mysterious, eerie light, each as big as a house. Their eyes were like burning pools of blood, radiating endless ferocity and rage, their enormous bodies appearing and disappearing in the clouds, their movements accompanied by the changing winds and clouds.

They opened their enormous mouths and let out a deafening roar, the sound waves sweeping in like a tidal wave, causing mountains to crack and the earth to collapse wherever they went.

However, the gods were not afraid and each displayed their own supernatural powers.

A god who controls lightning, his weapon flashing with blinding lightning, raised his weapon high and slammed it down. Instantly, a bolt of lightning, as winding as a dragon, struck down and hit the divine beast.

The lightning crackled on the divine beast's scales, scattering countless sparks, but it did nothing to shake its foundation.

Meanwhile, a deity wielding a sharp halberd confronted a raging lion-like divine beast. The two were evenly matched, and it was a thrilling and breathtaking scene.

The god who controlled the flames slightly opened his mouth, his hands rapidly forming hand seals. Countless enormous fireballs roared out like meteors, crashing down upon the divine beast. The fireballs exploded around the beast, instantly forming a raging sea of ​​fire that enveloped it. Flames soared into the sky, and waves of heat swept through, stirring the hearts of all present.

However, in the sky above the battlefield, a giant dragon coiled high in the air, its body winding like a mountain range, its scales shimmering with a cold, icy light.

Its eyes exuded an air of supreme majesty, as if all things in the world had to bow down to it. The dragon spewed forth streams of icy blue air, instantly freezing the air wherever it passed, covering mountains and rivers with thick layers of ice, as if time itself had been frozen in that moment.

As the war between the gods, divine beasts, and dragons intensified, the battlefield was ablaze with dazzling light like fireworks, and the deafening roar echoed like thunder in the sky.

Powerful forces clashed and collided, creating an energy storm that swept across the land like a raging ocean, unleashing chaos. The earth trembled under the intense impact, as if the entire world was teetering on the brink of collapse in this awe-inspiring battle, a truly terrifying sight.

The battle gradually shifted in favor of the gods. Like a well-trained band, they coordinated perfectly, unleashing magnificent divine powers and launching wave after wave of fierce attacks against the divine beasts and dragon gods.

Although the divine beasts and dragon gods were powerful, they gradually showed signs of fatigue under the siege of the gods, and seemed somewhat powerless.

Finally, under the combined attack of the gods, a desperate roar pierced the sky, and the enormous divine beasts collapsed with a deafening crash, triggering a violent earthquake, as if the earth itself was mourning their demise.

Under the fierce attack of the gods, the Dragon God was torn apart by the forces of black and white, leaving him powerless to resist. His massive body slowly fell, and his cold blood stained the sky like tears, creating a tragic and magnificent scene.

At that moment, a god appeared on the battlefield, surrounded by a powerful aura. His long, dark red hair flowed freely, and he wielded a sword that gleamed with black light. He unleashed immense divine power, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, instantly cleaving the dragon in two. The dragon opened its massive jaws in agony, seemingly enduring unimaginable suffering, a sight that evoked deep pity.

With the fall of countless mythical beasts and the tragic end of the dragon, this earth-shattering battle finally came to a close. The dark clouds slowly dispersed, the sun shone again on the earth, and all things returned to peace, as if all the carnage had never happened.

The final image captured is of the great statue, who perished in the battle, using his last wisp of divine soul power to construct this mysterious land of heritage.

The far north was transformed into the present-day spectacular landscape of extreme cold and snow due to the fall of the Ice God, which left behind his divine soul and the power of frost.

Leosley looked closely at the mural, and by then he had already guessed what it meant.
The scene depicted in the mural is likely the Ice God participating in the great war of the gods ten thousand years ago.

In the war of the gods, the Ice God was on the side of the divine beasts.

As for why they cooperate with humans?
Leosley was also puzzled!
After all, the Ice God seems to be a divine beast on the side of the soul beasts!
As for Siegwen, she kept staring at the two completely different forces, and at this moment, the expression on her face seemed somewhat surprised!
Two completely different forces?
At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

"Chosen one by the Ice God!" (End of Chapter)