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

Chapter 184 The Sword-Striking Success, Old Yazi's Sacrifice to the North, New Life and Continuation

The scorpion's stinger, hanging from Li Zhexian's throat, was a symbol of Hyotei.

The conversation froze at the mention of "more money required".

"you……"

The murderous intent and disappointment that filled the hall were replaced by astonishment.

An interested gaze drifted down from the snow-covered hill.

Li Zhexian slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"The calamity of a broken sword comes first, the merit of striking the sword comes later."

"The incredible fortune promised by Senior Ya Zi is indeed tempting."

"But please allow me to wait for a higher price and be a little more greedy."

"This ten-thousand-year-old ice marrow is more important to me than any other opportunity."

"However, in any case, I will do my utmost to complete this sword-knocking ceremony that concerns the fate of the far north."

call--

A sudden, sharp sound rang out.

With a flick of its long tail, the old Yazi gathered a pile of millennia-old ice marrow and hurled it at Li Zhexian.

This is a simple action.

Its breath then weakened further.

But in those pale white eyes, the dimness faded, and a final, dazzling light burst forth, like a candle about to go out.

"Young man... strike the sword..."

"it is good."

Inside the Ice Crystal Palace.

Four pairs of eyes were fixed on the boy who stood silently with his eyes closed.

This tap of the sword.

It concerns the survival of the Yazi tribe and is vital to the lifeline of the far north.

Even the old Yazi and the three kings of the far north.

At this moment, it was difficult to suppress the tension in my heart.

Li Zhexian closed his eyes tightly, and his breathing gradually became even.

All distracting thoughts were cast aside, leaving only a clear and pure sword heart.

Snowflakes are falling.

Time flows silently.

About an hour later.

Li Zhexian finally moved.

He raised his right hand and placed it on his waist.

In an instant.

A pure and sharp aura burst forth from his palm.

Non-soul power surge.

Instead, it is a powerful sword intent condensed into a tangible substance.

Zheng——!
The clear, melodious sound of a sword echoed throughout the Ice Palace.

A burst of azure sword light suddenly bloomed from his waist, carrying a sharp will that could pierce through all things, tearing apart the invisible pressure of the Ice and Snow Emperors.

Clang—!
Clang—!
Li Zhexian pulled the Azure Lotus Sword out inch by inch.

The flawless, jade-like sword body gleamed with a breathtaking sharpness.

Hyotei instinctively retracted its scorpion tail.

Her azure compound eyes reflected the sword light, and the extreme ice on her body silently began to crack.

On the snow-covered hill.

The swirling snowflakes paused for a moment.

Li Zhexian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, fixed on the giant egg beside Lao Yazi.

The eggshell is covered with natural sword-like patterns.

There was no earth-shattering opening move, nor any build-up of soul power.

He simply raised the Azure Lotus Sword in an unremarkable manner.

His entire being, including his spirit and the ultimate sword intent, was concentrated on the blade.

"cut--!"

A loud shout.

Like a thunderclap exploding in the palace.

The sword strikes down!

Wherever it passed, the air was silently cut open, and space itself was distorted!

The sword light traversed the distance in an instant, landing precisely at the point where the sword patterns on the pale white eggshell intersected!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Ding--!
There was a crisp sound.

Like jade beads falling onto a plate.

It also resembles shattered ice crystals.

Where the Azure Lotus Sword slashed down.

On that eggshell that carries the legacy of the Yazi and the destiny of the far north.

A clear white mark suddenly appeared!

click-

click-

The cracking sound was like the thawing of a glacier, continuous and unending.

The cracks started from the white marks and spread rapidly along the natural sword-like veins on the eggshell.

The ultimate sharpness of the Azure Lotus Sword is not achieved through brute force, but rather through skillful butchering, following the original texture of the eggshell.

Between a few breaths.

The surface of the giant white egg is covered with evenly distributed spiderweb-like cracks.

Not a single fragment flew away.

The eggshell remained intact, yet it completely crumbled under the sword intent.

Wow... Wow...

A series of soft sounds.

The eggshell shattered into countless fragments and scattered.

A tiny beast's silhouette was revealed, curled up inside.

This is a young beast that looks very much like the old Yazi.

Its eyes were tightly closed.

It held a miniature blue ancient sword in its mouth.

His breathing was faint.

Yet it exudes the vigor of new life.

Tap the sword, and you've succeeded!
"Ho... ho ho..."

On the ice bed.

Witnessing this scene, the last trace of worry in Old Yazi's pale eyes vanished, leaving only a relieved and joyful smile.

It struggled to raise its head, gazing at the hatchling that had just emerged from its shell, its eyes filled with tenderness.

"well……"

"What a fine... fine sword... young man..."

Its sound was intermittent, yet full of hope.

The moment Xiao Yazi's aura was revealed to the world.

boom--!
A mournful cry originating from the laws of heaven and earth suddenly swept across the entire far north.

Outside the Ice Palace.

The blizzard transformed into a raging torrent.

The wind howled, whipping up thousands of snow waves, and a blizzard of goose feathers poured down, turning the world into a vast, pale white expanse.

An indescribable, immense sorrow surged from the depths of the snowfields, the endless glaciers, and even from the very soul of every northern soul beast.

Heaven and earth seemed to mourn the impending demise of the auspicious beast.

Inside the Ice Crystal Palace.

The old Yazi radiated a soft and sacred snow-gold glow.

Life's breath is like a candle flickering in the wind.

It went out rapidly.

"This body... is finished..."

"Entrusting...to the younger generation..."

Its final gaze was deeply imprinted on Li Zhexian and the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand.

He gazed longingly at the newborn, tender little beast one last time.

next moment.

Its massive body collapsed with a crash.

It transformed into countless dazzling golden specks of light.

The spot where I was lying on the sickbed just now.

Only a snow-gold soul ring, exuding an auspicious aura and a murderous aura, remained suspended silently.

Beside the soul ring, a strange bone floated and swirled, shaped like a right arm holding a sword. It was as clear as snow jade, with sharp golden sword patterns imprinted on its surface, exuding unparalleled sharpness and the unique military aura of the Yazi clan.

Auspicious Beast Soul Rings!

Yazi's right arm bone!
Old Yazi has made a sacrifice.

This was the great fortune it promised to Li Zhexian.

The Ice and Snow Emperors and the Titan Snow Demon King remained silent.

however.

Amidst this swirling, mournful wind and the weeping of heaven and earth, a blanket of snow fell.

A pure, peaceful, and hopeful seven-colored ray of light shot into the sky from Xiao Yazi's body.

The glow of dawn pierced through the dome of the ice palace.

It boldly pierced through the thick, lead-gray blizzard clouds.

A rainbow bridge spans the northern sky.

The raging wind and snow seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible giant hand, and the roaring sound came to an abrupt end.

The swan feathers transformed into gentle snowflakes, drifting and falling silently.

In every corner of the far north, whether it was the smallest ice silkworm or a 100,000-year-old soul beast in seclusion, the heavy sorrow and unease in their hearts were quietly dispelled.

A sense of security that is grounded, warm, and full of hope arises spontaneously, and the wandering soul finally finds its refuge.

A new auspicious beast has been born!
The fate of the far north has finally been restored!

……

Inside the Ice Crystal Palace.

The snow-gold soul ring and the sword-wielding arm bone floated silently in front of Li Zhexian.

The seven-colored rainbow light from the sky gently draped over his black fur coat.

The golden specks of snow transformed from the old Yazi, carried by the wind and snow, spread far and wide, covering every inch of the far north.

The sound of the Azure Lotus Sword returning to its sheath was like the tolling of a bell.

Li Zhexian placed his right hand on his sword, formed a sword seal with his left hand, and bowed deeply towards the far north where the light had dissipated.

"Respectfully seeing off Senior Ya Zi."

His voice, imbued with the intent of swordsmanship, pierced through the wind and snow.

The echoes reverberate through the glaciers:

"From here to the far north."

"May the wind and snow never cease, and may the extreme cold forever endure."

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