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

Chapter 360 Shattering the God Ring, Severing the God's Path, Nailing the God to the Earth! The Fall of Li Zhexian
The Sword Qi Bridge and the Rakshasa Divine Kingdom were not clearly superior to each other.

Instead, it fell into a kind of destructive balance in the sky.

At the core of the collision.

The scene was bizarre and indescribable.

The crimson sword light and the dark purple divine power both vanished into nothingness amidst the rising chaotic mist.

That airspace.

It has already transformed into a gigantic furnace that devours everything.

The furnace was filled with bizarre and colorful lights, as if countless unknown lights and shadows were being created and destroyed within it.

Light enters, but it's like a clay ox entering the sea.

The sound reached them, but they vanished without a trace.

Broken mountains and vast oceans of soul power were all drawn in by that invisible force and thrown into this furnace.

The entire sky was torn apart by this sight.

Half of it was surging sword energy.

Half of it is a ghostly, eerie place.

At that boundary lies a continuously spreading chaotic zone, as if this world has been forcibly torn open with an ugly, unhealable scar.

Every moment of stalemate resulted in a massive drain on divine power.

"Li! The banished immortal!"

Bibi Dong's every word and phrase was filled with resentment.

Her divine body was showing signs of collapse under the annihilation sword intent.

Divine blood, containing terrifying energy, rained down from the sky.

Each drop is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But the moment the blood droplets touched the ground...

The majestic mountain range below collapsed like brittle, withered wood, and was crushed into a deep valley.

In this contest of divine power.

The power of the Rakshasa God was actually defeated by Li Zhexian's sword intent.

Separated by this furnace that forges everything.

Li Zhexian stared coldly at Bibi Dong.

His two arms, gripping the sword, were crumbling, flesh, veins, and bones, and the Azure Lotus Sword in his hands emitted mournful low moans.

"Azure Lotus Sword, wait for my return."

His whispers drifted away on the wind.

He poured all the remaining sword intent and life essence within his body into the Azure Lotus Sword.

Clang—! !!! !!!
The sound of swords clashing echoed across the continent.

The sword energy bridge that stretched across the heavens and earth suddenly expanded, its divine light soaring into the sky and extending for thousands of miles.

It was as if the entire sky had been split in two.

The vast sword intent was overwhelming and unstoppable.

Just for a moment.

The Rakshasa Kingdom, which covered half the sky, was struck hard and shattered amidst the wailing of countless ghosts, turning into a rain of ghostly purple light that drifted across the sky.

Ping——

In this apocalyptic scene.

A crisp, resounding cracking sound echoed deep within the minds of all living beings.

The indestructible Rakshasa Demon Scythe, inherited from the Rakshasa God, snapped off at the handle after withstanding the sword energy bridge for a single breath.

"Do not!!!"

Bibi Dong let out a hysterical scream.

What broke was not only the demonic scythe, but also the proof of her becoming a god.

Cambridge Shattered Demon Scythe, like the most merciless celestial sword, slashed at her most dazzling tenth divine ring, which represented the perfection of her divine position.

Ping——

Like shattered glass, like the extinction of stars.

The tenth divine ring, in her horrified and desperate gaze, a crack appeared and quickly spread, finally turning into a sky full of dark purple dust.

The overwhelming Rakshasa divine power emanating from her body collapsed wildly like an avalanche.

From the supreme realm of gods, he was forcibly cleaved down to the mortal world by this sword.

"puff--!"

His divine status was stripped.

Bibi Dong coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her life force waned within a few breaths.

The sword light, though dimmed, still retained its momentum.

Like a final judgment, it pierced through her shoulder blade, carrying her shattered divine body, and fell from the sky like a meteor.

boom--! ! !
The earth shook violently.

It was smashed into a deep crater several miles in diameter.

As the dust and smoke gradually dissipated.

Bibi Dong was pinned to the center of the deep pit by the Qinglian Sword, which had been transformed back into its ancient form.

The broken fragments of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe lay scattered around her, dull and lifeless. She struggled to lift her head, her blood-stained face filled with rage, resentment, and... a trace of despair and disbelief at her mental breakdown.

Li Zhexian floated in the air, his body like broken porcelain, as if he would disintegrate at any moment.

He looked down at Bibi Dong, who was nailed to the ground, his gaze calm.

A sword.

Demon-Slaying Scythe.

Shattered God Ring.

The Path to Slaying Gods.

Nail the god to the ground.

"My mission is complete..."

Li Zhexian's voice was as soft as a dream.

He turned around slowly.

Looking longingly at Zhu Zhuqing, her friends Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng, and other seniors such as Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and Feng Bailong, she was surrounded by them.

With a mortal body, he forcefully unleashed divine power, until his end.

this moment.

The reckoning of life and death is also coming.

Under the grieving gaze of hundreds of thousands on the battlefield below.

"puff--"

Li Zhexian's already crumbling body could no longer withstand this backlash that exceeded its limits, and he exploded into a thick cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

Looking from afar.

The blood mist still vaguely maintained the outline of a human figure, hanging tragically in the sky.

"A banished immortal!!!"

Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, Dugu Bo and other titled figures, along with Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng and others, roared in sorrow and ran frantically in panic.

Amidst the surging blood mist.

Several dazzling rays of light faintly appeared.

A skull shimmering with dreamlike radiance;
A large vertebral column that resembles both a blue dragon and a green blade;
A platinum-gold right arm spirit bone radiating the sharpness of warfare;

And a pair of crimson-gold soul bones radiating the power of time and space.

Apart from the four soul bones.

There is also a sword niche and Li Zhexian's left arm soul bone, which he did not reveal.

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm and the Snow Emperor's spirit respectively entered into these two soul bones.

"Brother Immortal, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Li Zhexian, I await your return in the far north."

Xue Di's sorrowful voice faded away.

A surge of power suddenly erupted from the humanoid blood mist.

He threw the sword niche and left arm bone northward, and they disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

At this time.

The blood mist could no longer be maintained.

Zhu Zhuqing, Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, Dugu Yan, Yu Tianheng and others had not yet rushed close.

The blood mist then turned into wisps of pale red, disappearing without a trace in the wind.

The dreamlike, ethereal skull flickered with an almost imperceptible light, then absorbed other soul bones and mysteriously disappeared.

"A banished immortal!!!"

Looking at the empty sky that hadn't left a single trace.

Zhu Zhuqing's lips were brimming with tears of grief. Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Ning Rongrong, Shui Bing'er, and Huo Wu were heartbroken, while Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, Oscar, and others were in tears.

The older generation, including Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and Feng Bailong, closed their aged eyes with trembling hands, tears streaming down their faces.

The weapons of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Heavenly Battle fell to the ground.

They knelt down in unison, facing the direction in which Li Zhexian had vanished.

"Your Majesty, Sword Wine..."

above the sky.

Blood-red clouds gathered for thousands of miles, surging like the waves of a vast ocean, magnificent and boundless.

But the clouds were not dark; instead, they were clear and bright, like the sunset glow tinged with the luster of glass.

Immediately.

The clouds parted.

Petals, cast from endless blood, drifted down from the sky.

This rain of blood resembled red plum blossoms, each petal shrouded in a faint, clear glow—a tangible representation of Li Bai's flawless, crystal-clear body.

A thousand miles of red bridal procession.

It fell because of him alone.

A rain of blood-red flowers covered this scorched earth that had witnessed the battle of gods.

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