Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 173 The Fifth Form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song - The Other Shore of the Underworld, Encountering Oscar in the Frozen Forest

This is the fifth sword intent that Li Zhexian comprehended—the sword intent of death.

Who can be like him?
While mastering the fourth realm of swordsmanship, can one also experience a life-or-death situation?
A mournful wind howled, and ghosts wailed; he had truly gone through a brush with death!

On the verge of death!

A myriad of emotions, piercing to the bone and soul!
The excruciating pain of his body disintegrating, the disorientation of his spirit leaving his body, the icy chill of his consciousness sinking into oblivion, the utter loneliness of losing all five senses... along with the sword intent he had previously comprehended...

Yao Guang, Chi Shuang, Feng Wu Xiang, and Lei Jin Sheng, before that all-consuming deathly silence, were like candles flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished in an instant.

That feeling...

It is coldness, nothingness, utter silence, and the terrifying prospect of having one's own existence erased!
Li Zhexian's forehead.

The black lotus sword brand flickered intermittently.

Zheng——

Zheng——

The sword rang out mournfully.

It seemed to come from the depths of the abyss.

The Azure Lotus Sword lay horizontally on his lap as he sat cross-legged.

But at this moment, the originally clear and pure jade-like sword body was quietly stained with a deathly dark color.

Li Zhexian's breathing gradually subsided.

He was still sitting cross-legged in the same spot, yet he seemed to have turned into a dead object.

"The lower sword cuts down men, the middle sword cuts down oneself, and the upper sword cuts down the night."

"The sword of the fourth realm cuts through the way of the sword itself, cutting away the rigid obsession and shallow understanding of the sword, and restoring it to that almost original state."

"The fourth realm is the severing of the Dao, where everything can be a sword."

"so……"

"Death can also be turned into a sword."

This thought lasts a lifetime.

The terror of impending death exploded with a deafening roar.

There is no more fear, no more coldness.

Only a sense of annihilation remained...

Li Zhexian slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant.

The moonstone still shone brightly, but the tavern was suddenly plunged into darkness.

He didn't make any move.

The five still-warm corpses beside him silently turned to dust and vanished.

It was not destroyed by external forces, but rather its inherent vitality was directly erased by a force originating from death.

Deathly sword intent.

It is neither as sharp as the stars, nor as formless as the breeze, nor as violent as the thunder.

It is the end, the annihilation, the final sigh before all things return to nothingness.

"The sword crosses the River Styx, the flowers reflect blood; life and death are on opposite shores, neither can be reached."

"The Fifth Form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song - The Other Shore of the Underworld".

"It's done."

Li Zhexian scavenged some still-edible meat in the tavern, took a few jugs of non-poisonous liquor, and draped himself in a heavy black fur coat.

He stepped into the wind and snow once again.

Heading towards the far north.

He walked away without looking back.

The figure gradually disappeared into the distance along the barely discernible winding path.

In the end, even those two lines of footprints were completely buried by the howling wind and snow.

Two days later.

Whizzing--

Whizzing--

Li Zhexian was wearing snowboards unique to the northern border region.

Soul power surged behind him, propelling him swiftly across the snow.

A pair of black glasses sits on his face; this is a specialty of northern cities, used to protect against the blinding light and snow blindness of the snowfield.

Even though the Soul Master has an extraordinary physique.

Spending a long time in this boundless expanse of snow can easily cause discomfort to the eyes.

Within Li Zhexian's sight.

Snow castles made of ice blocks lined both sides of the street.

Look up.

Semi-circular ice crystal buildings stretch along the icy road, exuding a strange beauty amidst the frigid cold.

This is a characteristic of the city shaped by the harsh climate.

Li Zhexian once lived in Xuebao.

Inside, there's a hidden world; the old ice, accumulated over the years, can withstand moderate warmth.

The ice walls, several feet thick, along with the narrow windows and the light-gathering semi-circular structure, meant that the interior of the fortress was not as frigid as one might imagine.

Taking a sip of piping hot liquor and chewing on a thick chunk of fat meat from a Northern Soul Beast, a warm feeling rises from the stomach.

Glide along the landmarks.

Li Zhexian finally stopped in front of a magnificent architectural complex surrounded by numerous snow castles.

This is Tianshui College.

Gazing at the endless ice crystal pavilions.

He stopped in his tracks.

His lips were slightly pursed, and a hint of heaviness flashed across his eyes.

The coach accompanying the Tianshui team perished because of him.

Before this.

He didn't even know his name.

The shattered ice crystal spear has been brought back by Shui Bing'er and now rests eternally beneath the snow and ice. "Teacher..."

"Li Zhexian bids you farewell."

Strong liquor was poured onto the ice and snow.

Li Bai bowed deeply and remained seated for a long time.

After calming himself down, he slipped into Tianshui Academy.

We stopped in front of the most magnificent ice crystal main building.

His robe sleeves fluttered lightly.

Dozens of wine jugs appeared out of thin air and hung in mid-air.

These were all immortal brews produced by his martial spirit of wine, which he had prepared long ago.

This favor.

He could never repay that debt in his lifetime.

These drinks were only a small consolation.

The wine jug was brought in through the window.

Li Zhexian turned around gracefully, his figure disappearing into the wind and snow, never to return.

About ten breaths later.

Several beautiful figures rushed out of the building.

They clutched the wine jugs in their hands, anxiously looking around.

"This wine..."

Shuiyue'er uncorked the kettle.

Just a light sniff, and two blushes appeared on her snow-white cheeks.

"No...that's right! It's the wine from Li Zhexian's Wine Martial Soul!"

She stamped her foot and said reproachfully:

"Humph!"

"You clearly said you'd come to us when you got to the North!"

"That guy is such a bad friend!"

Shui Bing'er's gaze fell on the two brand-new snowboard marks, stretching into the depths of the distant snowstorm.

"perhaps……"

"He must feel guilty."

She paused.

"Keep an eye on news from the North in the coming days."

"If we hear about the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow, we will go and lend him a hand."

After leaving Tianshui College.

The next two months.

Li Zhexian joined a mercenary group called Snow Bear.

In the North.

The lone traveler faces numerous difficulties.

This is especially true for newcomers.

Hunting the soul beasts in the Frozen Forest is quite different from hunting them in the Star Dou Forest.

Experienced mercenaries have their own unique methods for tracking and hunting in the snow.

Li Zhexian's ultimate goal is to find the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow, which requires him to rely on a well-informed mercenary organization.

In just one month.

Li Zhexian's alias, "Li Ji," spread throughout the Snow Bear Mercenary Group and the neighboring town of Linren, which was located in the Frozen Forest.

of course.

In this place where all sorts of people mingle.

He did not reveal the Azure Lotus Sword.

His physical strength alone, along with the five sword intents condensed in his fists and held back, was enough to earn him the title of "prodigy".

He became a captain in the Snow Bear Mercenary Group.

This day.

In the town's tavern, Li Zhexian listened to the mercenaries recounting their forest adventures with great enthusiasm.

At this time.

Outside the pub.

Suddenly, a noisy shouting broke out.

The Snow Bear Mercenary Group is recruiting!

"We've got a new girl in town! Come and have a look!"

Li Zhexian drank the last drop of wine from his cup and strode out.

He made an appearance.

The burly mercenaries immediately greeted them warmly.

"Team Leader Ji! You choose first!"

"Come here, everyone, and recognize his face. This is Captain Ji from our Snow Bear Mercenary Group!"

"Tsk tsk, Captain Ji, take a look. This group of people doesn't seem right!"

Li Zhexian glanced at it casually, but raised an eyebrow.

He caught a glimpse of someone...

The man's cheeks were red from the cold, and his camouflage winter coat pockets were full of weapons. His expression betrayed his fear, yet he tried to remain calm.

It seemed as if they had noticed Li Zhexian's gaze.

He pressed his chapped lips together and said nervously:
"Hello, Captain Ji!"

"I...I'm Oscar!"

　The Northern storyline won't last too long, or rather, these five years won't be filled with filler.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)