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

Chapter 177 News of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow, and the Snow Maiden Worshipped by a Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Soul Beast

Deep in the far north.

Amidst the vast, snowy landscape.

Suddenly, a series of muffled thunderous roars erupted.

Li Zhexian stood atop an ancient, frozen tree, his black fur cloak fluttering in the fierce wind.

He narrowed his eyes.

All that could be seen was the depths of the far north.

Those towering mountains, thousands of meters high, hidden in the clouds and mist, resemble the spine of a dragon.

It is collapsing with overwhelming force at this moment.

Boom boom——!
Boom boom——!
The snow waves poured down like a celestial river.

It surged down, carrying ice crystals and rock fragments.

The entire frozen forest trembled violently, and the icicles on the ancient trees shattered, turning into a sharp hailstorm.

Under the aurora borealis.

The roars of the rioting soul beasts rose and fell.

Everything felt like the end of the world.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

"Everyone, evacuate at full speed!"

The snow bear roared and summoned its Martial Soul True Form, crashing down from the ancient tree to the ground.

The five-meter-tall polar snow bear swung its massive, white-maned arm, grabbed a dozen mercenaries, and ran wildly out of the forest.

Li Zhexian leaped down from the air, his soul power surging beneath his feet.

He gathered the ice and snow around him, which instantly solidified and compressed, transforming into a snowboard.

With just this one move.

This alone is enough to demonstrate Li Zhexian's control over soul power.

He bowed slightly, his figure like an arrow released from a bow, his black fur cloak billowing wildly behind him.

at the same time.

With a series of swift movements, he sent out a dozen ropes used to bind prey, which precisely wrapped around the waists of Oscar and many of his men.

Chi——!
The snowboards cut through the ice.

Li Zhexian was at the forefront.

Behind him was a string of burly men tumbling and bouncing in the snow.

Oscar was tossed around so much he was dizzy, but he clung tightly to the rope.

All I could hear was the crackling sound of icicles hitting my leather armor.

The sky is dimly bright.

The Snow Bear Mercenary Group finally broke out of the forest in a sorry state.

The riot in the frozen forest, triggered by an avalanche deep in the far north, resulted in the loss of thirteen members of the mercenary group.

Apart from the Snow Bear Mercenary Group.

Several mercenary groups remained stranded in the forest, their few remaining members remnants of a defeated army, suffering even greater losses.

Li Zhexian glanced at his bruised and swollen subordinates.

"fine?"

"It's alright, boss!"

A dozen burly men responded with bared teeth, their voices full of gratitude.

The snow bear wiped the ice shards from its face and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go back to camp and rest."

"We'll inquire about the news after it's fully light."

There's no need to wait until dawn.

As Li Zhexian and his men stepped out of the camp, they heard mercenaries whispering among themselves on the snow-covered streets:

"We still don't know what happened. It's said that the Ice Blade Mercenary Group ventured into the far north in pursuit of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast!"

"The Ice Blade Mercenary Group was hit squarely by this avalanche; almost all ninety-six of them were wiped out!"

"Ice Blade was one of the four major mercenary groups, and now it's gone!"

"There's also news that Bingfeng discovered some kind of magical object..."

"Brother Ji!"

Oscar and the others looked at Li Zhexian.

Li Zhexian watched as groups of mercenaries surged toward the tavern, his eyes gleaming.

"Walk."

They had not yet stepped into the tavern.

The cacophony of noise inside was already palpable.

"Damn, it's ten-thousand-year-old ice marrow! The number one spiritual treasure in the Northern Territory!"

"The only discoverable location is deep in the far north; who would dare go to that forbidden area?"

"Coward! You'll only have a big scar on your head if you lose it! If you really got the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow, you'd be living a carefree life from now on!"

"You might not dare to go, but plenty of others will! Frostfang and Eternal Frozen Rose are already gathering forces, preparing to storm into the depths of the far north!"

Li Zhexian stopped outside the tavern, slowly exhaling a breath, the white mist swirling in the wind.

He slowly clenched his fist in his sleeve.

"Ten-thousand-year-old ice marrow..."

"Finally, there's news."

And at this time.

"Silence!" The snow bear's voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

Li Bai turned his head.

The snow bear's expression was solemn.

"Let's go back to camp and discuss whether the Snow Bear Mercenary Group should compete for the Ten Thousand Year Ice Marrow this time."

The result is no suspense.

For mercenaries who live on the edge, danger is a daily occurrence.

If you are afraid of death.

I would never have taken this path in the first place.

Not only the Snow Bear Mercenary Group, but also the Frostfang and Eternal Frozen Rose, two of the four major mercenary groups in the Northern Territory, are urgently gathering their forces, except for the nearly wiped-out Icefang.

Countless other mercenary groups, large and small, in the Northern Territory were also on the move, eager to get started.

For a while.

On the streets of the town of Rinjin.

Mercenaries could be seen everywhere buying weapons and stockpiling herbs.

The news of the appearance of the Northern Territory's most precious spiritual object—the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow—was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, completely igniting the entire Northern Territory.

Li Zhexian stood side by side with the snow bear outside the camp.

Looking at the suddenly bustling and noisy town.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

half an hour.

The snow bear exhaled a long breath of white air.

"I wonder how many lives will be lost this time."

Li Zhexian pulled off the wine flask at his waist, took a swig of strong liquor, and said:
"The regimental commander hadn't finished speaking last night."

What is the legend of the Snow Woman?

Snow Bear hadn't expected Li Ji to still be thinking about this, so he smiled and said:

"The legend of the Snow Woman is probably much older than the town of Rin-no-Kami, and even the name 'Northern Territory'."

"Oh?"

Li Zhexian raised an eyebrow.

"Did the commander see this in an ancient book?"

"No, it's just that my head hurts when I read."

The snow bear raised its wine flask and clinked it against Li Zhexian's, then took a large gulp before continuing:
"It was the old mercenary who introduced me to this business who told me."

He said that his predecessors also passed it down in the same way, orally, for who knows how many generations.

"At first, I didn't take it seriously. Plus, I was young and arrogant back then, and I was a well-known genius in the town, so I thought it was just a baseless legend."

"until……"

The snow bear's hand holding the wine flask trembled almost imperceptibly.

A trickle of wine flowed down the corner of his mouth.

He wiped it away casually.

A profound sense of awe, deep within his soul, was revealed in the depths of his eyes.

"That time..."

"I followed my old mercenary master and ventured into the far north."

"That night, the sky and earth were vast and the wind and snow were endless. Our group of mercenaries circled around to the back of a mountain peak."

"The aurora was unusually bright that night, making the falling snowflakes look like stars flying in the sky."

"Then……"

"I saw it..."

"A group of beings whose auras are far more terrifying than those of ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts are surrounding a snow hill."

"A graceful young woman stood in the mist on that snow-covered hill."

"Those terrifying soul beasts were worshipping that girl."

The snow bear's voice gradually faded, as if swallowed by the wind and snow.

He was silent for a long time.

Only the trembling corners of her mouth.

It reveals the turmoil in one's heart.

"After that night..."

The snow bear opened its mouth, its hoarse voice sounding as if it had been honed a thousand times by the frigid winds of the far north.

"My old mercenary mentor has retired."

"Several veteran mercenaries are also gone."

He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Later, when I told others about this, no one believed me."

He turned his head to the side.

He looked at the boy in the black fur coat beside him.

"Ji, do you believe me?"

Li Zhexian nodded.

"letter."

　Chapter Three will be later; readers can read it tomorrow morning…

　　
　
(End of this chapter)