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

Chapter 282 Decay Enters the Body, Madness Leads to Sword Comprehension, Li Zhexian's Obsession
In an instant.

Half of Li Zhexian's body was corroded by the aura of decay, and bluish-purple corpse spots bloomed like demonic flowers, covering his pale skin.

pain!
More painful than the most excruciating, heart-wrenching pain!
It felt as if half of his flesh and blood had been crushed, and his life force had vanished like sand, almost driving him mad!

"Hooray..."

The veins on his forehead bulged.

He suddenly lowered his head.

His ten fingers dug so hard into the ground that his knuckles turned deathly white.

The right side of his body was gradually decaying, his temples were becoming mottled and gray, his right eye was dirty and bloodshot, and his breathing was heavy like a broken bellows.

Black mist emanated from between his lips and teeth.

It spread like fog.

The air was thick with the stench of death and decay.

Qian Renxue hurriedly reached out her hand, but froze in mid-air.

Looking at the boy, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and his body trembling.

Tears streamed down her face.

The light and soul power in his palm flickered uncertainly before slowly dissipating.

She knew...

Swordsmanship is a path that Li Zhexian will never turn back from.

I recall Zhu Zhuqing mentioning Li Bai's saying, "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening." Every time I think of this, my heartstrings tremble.

She could not stop Li Zhexian.

Just like back in the Wind Sword Sect, it's enough to stay by each other's side quietly.

Li Bai sat cross-legged, his heart as sharp as a sword.

The decaying aura continued to spread, engulfing the other half of the body.

And right now.

Hua Hua——

Hua Hua——

Suddenly, the sound of rushing rivers emanated from his body!
Four-colored spiritual light flickered and flowed beneath the withered flesh!
Vigorous blood and energy surge forth like a ferocious beast, forcefully penetrating the weakened meridians!
Like spring rain falling on parched land, the dull skin and lividity formed scabs, the mottled hair regained its luster, and the cloudy eyes became clear.

However, the corrupting aura emanating from the power of the Rakshasa gods is not so easily eliminated.
New skin has just been born!

It has been devoured by decay once again!

Li Zhexian maintained his clarity of mind, searching for that wisp of ethereal sword intent amidst the decay and rebirth of his body.

"Decay and rebirth..."

"Like the life of a blade of grass..."

"The cycle of life here can be described as 'a fleeting moment of flourishing and decay'!"

"This is the power of resurgence..."

He suddenly frowned.

"No, no!"

"The reason I think of revival is because my Thunder Sword Intent, 'Thunder Embers, Life,' inherently contains the potential for both destruction and rebirth!"

"My Myriad Sword Path requires comprehending different sword intents!"

"Besides 'recovery'..."

"What other power do they have?!"

"What other power do they have?!"

finally.

The Four Phases Spiritual Meridian Body's surging Qi and Blood are even more superior.

click-

click-

The lividity and the scabs that formed on the dark skin crumbled.

Like dust scattering.

It reveals half of Li Zhexian's body, which is as smooth and lustrous as jade.

"The difficulty of comprehending the sword is greater than ascending to the heavens!"

"How could one or two instances of the power of decay be enough?!"

Li Zhexian suddenly opened his eyes.

Despite his own exhaustion.

This once again stirred up the remaining decaying energy within the Azure Lotus Sword.

"Come again!"

The left side of the body began to decay and regenerate...

The pain did not lessen at all.

This level of pain is something that cannot be adapted to.

In the struggle between life and death.

Li Zhexian was still desperately searching for that glimmer of sword intent.

But even after the scab on the left side fell off, nothing was found.

"My first time comprehending swordsmanship..."

Li Zhexian's voice was hoarse.

In his body.

The power of decay and the Four Phases Spiritual Vein Body had fought countless rounds of fierce battles.

At this moment, his spirit was already on the verge of collapse, and he could barely open his eyes a crack.

His previously upright posture could no longer be maintained, and he suddenly leaned to the side.

“…Failed.”

"Li Zhexian!"

Qian Renxue hurriedly bent down and caught Li Zhexian in her arms.

My hands were covered in cold sweat.

She gently placed Li Zhexian on her lap, leaning against the yellow mud wall, her fingertips radiating a gentle, luminous soul power that draped over her like a veil.

She couldn't help Li Zhexian comprehend the sword. The only thing she could offer him was tenderness after he had exhausted everything.

Seeing the boy in her arms gradually relax his brows, she smiled gently on her beautiful face, her slender fingers carefully wiping his wet hair, and she lowered her head to give him a light kiss on the forehead.

"anyway……"

"You have me."

Two hours later.

The waning moon once again hung in the dark purple sky.

The three scythe-wielding demonic figures returned to either side of the city gate, transforming into cold stone sculptures, silent and still.

Li Zhexian suddenly opened his eyes and immediately sat up.

He then rushed out of the house.

They charged once again toward the eerie, shadowy house.

Time waits for no one!

He must find the blood of the gods!

To accumulate more decaying energy and comprehend that wisp of sword intent!
……

Outside the secret realm.

Everyone watched as Li Zhexian, acting like a madman, repeatedly stormed into houses and then escaped again.

Each time.

A sinister look appeared between his brows.

"What on earth is Li Zhexian doing?!"

"What's inside that would make him fight so desperately?!"

"This madness... reminds me of the battle where Li Zhexian killed Tang Lie!"

"It's said that Li Zhexian is powerful, but who can match his ambition to become stronger?"

……

Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, Dugu Bo, and the others looked worried.

"The banished immortal is not in a good state."

Ning Fengzhi straightened his back and frowned, saying:
“Observe the changes in the immortal’s appearance each time he enters or leaves his room.”

"It should be the annihilation of the dead, which will intensify the erosion of the power of decay."

Hear this.

Chen Xin and Feng Bailong's expressions changed slightly.

The stench of decay was terrifying.

They've already learned their lesson.

Yu Yuanzhen clenched his fists, and a faint rumble of thunder could be heard above his head.

"The banished immortal seeks the blood of the gods and uses the decaying energy to comprehend the sword, so he goes to the houses of the dead."

"But won't something go wrong with something this crazy?"

Everyone turned to look at Chen Xin and Feng Bailong.

There are two grandmasters of swordsmanship here.

I can understand Li Zhexian's state at this moment.

Neither Chen Xin nor Feng Bailong spoke.

He gazed at the obsessive, almost insane boy in the light screen, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and relief.

They are found in Li Zhexian.

I saw a stubbornness that I never had in my youth.

"The sword and her..."

Chen Xin lowered his head.

He looked at the tassel on his sword hilt, swaying in the wind.

Her eyes, which were usually calm and still, now revealed a gentle light like spring water.

"The reason for drawing the sword."

"Li Zhexian's understanding is more profound than mine."

On the throne.

"Such a strong sense of decay should have been completely eroded long ago."

"But they are still unharmed..."

"Is he using the decaying energy to comprehend swordsmanship?"

Bibi Dong's purple eyes were as deep as an abyss.

"Truly a genius..."

Four days have passed.

Li Zhexian himself couldn't count how many dead he had killed.

All he knew was that the decaying aura emanating from the Azure Lotus Sword was growing stronger.

Yet, the sword intent remained elusive.

The waning moon sank into the clouds, and the sky grew darker.

In the deserted city.

The ear-piercing sound of the sickle dragging on the ground echoed incessantly.

Li Zhexian, with his hunched back, burst into a gloomy house.

His white shirt billowed in the wind, surrounded by a lingering, decaying black aura.

him at this time.

It seemed more like a dead man returning from hell than the scythe-wielding demon outside the door.

But Li Zhexian paid no heed, his teeth clenched, and he murmured as if possessed:
"Today... I slew a titled dead!"

"This time... it will definitely succeed..."

"today……"

"You need to master the sword!!!"

(End of this chapter)