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

Chapter 362 Sword and Wine Master, Welcome Home! (Golden Body Constructed, Incense Offerings Received)

"I forgot about Li Zhexian's backup plan."

Ji Dong had a faint smile on his face.

The Asura Divine Sword that had been condensed in the Asura God's palm slowly dissipated.

"There is a strange beast in Douluo Continent called 'Wan Shen'."

"This beast is reborn once every 100,000 years. Its power increases with each tribulation it undergoes. The illusion is both real and false, and is unpredictable and difficult to understand."

The God of Destruction watched coldly, remaining silent.

He is different from the Asuras and evil beings who are single-mindedly seeking a successor.

As a deity who wields the power of creation and destruction, he regards the rise and fall of the rules and order of the divine realm as an ironclad law that transcends all else.

It is evident that Asuras and evil have not interfered in the human realm.

His gaze fell upon the light screen before him, watching the mortal youth ultimately return to the world, his tone calm and unwavering:

"This young man is indeed extraordinary."

“Much stronger than the successor chosen by the Sea God.”

"However, I do not believe that this child can find his true self in the midst of worldly affairs."

"Countless gods have been reborn in three thousand worlds and gone through hundreds of reincarnations, but in the end they have all lost their way."

"Even the heart of a god can be clouded by dust, let alone that of a mere mortal youth."

Upon hearing this, Ji Dong turned his head to look:
"Destruction? How about we make a bet?"

"Ok?"

"If Li Zhexian were to transcend the mortal world and refine his heart, shedding his mortal form and returning, and were to create a divine position in the future, neither you nor the Goddess of Life would be able to stop him."

The creation of divine positions follows strict rules.

It requires the approval of more than half of the five god-kings.

Ji Dong was confident that, in addition to himself and his wife, the Asura God would also agree.

However, the three god-kings acknowledged that he could at most become a first-level god.

Only by gaining the unanimous approval of the five God-Kings can one hope to ascend to the God Realm and become a God-King.

"Creating a divine position?"

A slight ripple finally appeared in the God of Destruction's tone.

"Evil! How can you have such faith in this child?"

Ji Dong did not respond, but waited for a reply.

The God of Destruction's purple cloak fluttered without wind as he spoke calmly:

"Adding one more deity would add strength to the divine realm, and I would not refuse."

"I accept this agreement."

The Asura God remained silent throughout.

He simply stared at the new scene gradually emerging on the light screen, and a hint of expectation quietly flashed in the depths of his eyes, which were churning with blood.

He once said...

Li Bai left too quickly, too hastily.

For Li Zhexian, this ordeal in the mortal world may be the key to his transformation.

Bibi Dong's divine position was severed by Li Zhexian's sword, and she was subsequently captured by Qian Renxue and taken back to the Spirit Hall, where she was stripped of her papal status.

This is the end.

The great war between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Empire ended in a complete defeat for the Spirit Empire.

The Heaven Dou Empire not only recovered all its lost territories, but also received a staggering amount of war reparations from the Spirit Empire.

After this battle.

The Martial Soul Empire has lost all its vitality.

They are no longer able to stir up trouble on the mainland.

The urgent battle report, delivered by express courier, arrived back to Tiandou the day before yesterday.

On this day, the sky was dim, and a light drizzle silently soaked the world.

From the city gate outwards, the ten-mile-long official road was already covered by a heavy blackness.

On this snowy night, the emperor, princes, high-ranking officials, and countless ordinary people all stood silently in the rain, dressed in white mourning clothes.

This ten-mile-long black-clad crowd was originally there to welcome the triumphant army.

At this moment, the air was filled only with an oppressive and desolate atmosphere.

at last.

A faint tremor came from the distance.

Immediately following was the dull echo of armor rubbing together, mixed with the occasional neighing of warhorses, coming from afar.

At the end of the winding official road, a torrent of steel broke through the rain and slowly approached. The army drew near.

Du Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, and other titled individuals were at the forefront.

The group of people had solemn expressions and walked with heavy steps. Their aura was as gloomy as iron, so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Following closely behind are the young talents such as Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and Yu Tianheng.

Everyone's eyes were like still water, their faces withered, all the vigor they had gained from their bloody return had vanished, leaving only a deep-seated weariness and unspeakable sorrow.

Throughout the entire Tiandou army, from top to bottom, not a single soldier showed the slightest hint of joy at victory.

Their lips were tightly pressed together, their faces pale, and they marched silently in the rain, like a long funeral procession.

"Welcome back, heroes!"

"Welcome back, heroes!"

On a snowy night, the Emperor bowed first, followed closely by his princes, ministers, and the people of the city.

The ceremony is over.

They quickly got up.

Their gaze fell upon the Heavenly Dou army, searching inch by inch.

But the boy in white was nowhere to be seen.

The urgent report is true...

Sword and Wine Douluo Li Zhexian, the number one in the Heavenly Dou, has truly fallen.

This moment.

A look of disbelief crossed the faces of many ordinary people.

The steamed bun vendor, the sugar figurine seller supporting an old man, the waiter at Shanxiangfang restaurant carrying a child, the storyteller with his white hair and beard fluttering in the wind...

Thinking of that blood-stained urgent report.

Every word was a tearful description of the young man's battle against the gods for the sake of heaven, and suppressed sobs rose from the crowd.

It's unclear who knelt down first.

Like the wind blowing through wheat fields, in just a few breaths, the entire ten-mile-long official road and countless people bowed their heads.

Countless voices choked with sobs, merging into one sentence:
"Lord Jianjiu, welcome home."

Tiandou City.

On a snowy night, the Great Emperor proclaimed to Heaven and Earth before the masses, announcing the rewards for those who had contributed.

The titles bestowed upon Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, and others were all granted the title of Duke Zhenguo, a hereditary title that would last forever, and that they would live and die with the nation.

Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, and other prodigies who returned from bloody battles were granted the title of Protector of the Nation Marquis, enjoying the imperial fortune in recognition of their bravery.

The bestowal of rewards is complete.

On a snowy night, the Great Emperor straightened his clothes, faced the heavens, and solemnly bowed.

His voice echoed across the fields.

He said that although he was an emperor in the human world, he had no right to bestow titles upon the banished immortal.

Therefore, in the name of the Emperor, I pray to Heaven above and inform all the people below that a hundred-meter-tall gilded statue of Li Zhexian is to be built in the center of Tiandou City, to be worshipped by the Empire for eternity and admired by all the people.

On the day the statue was cast, golden light soared into the sky, as if it were a divine miracle.

The people of the city were all devout, carefully picking up the mud and gold dust scattered during the sculpting, taking them home, and sculpting them into small golden statues, which they placed in their halls and worshipped morning and evening.

This move spread like wildfire.

It's not just about fighting in Tiandou City.

Throughout the vast Tian Dou territory, and even within the Xing Luo Empire, countless families spontaneously erected golden statues of Li Zhe Xian.

Their images vary in size and style, some exquisite and some simple.

But the gratitude and reverence they felt were exactly the same.

This day.

The storyteller and the Soul Master embarked on their journey once again.

Feng Xiaotian, Shui Bing'er, Huo Wushuang, Huo Wu, and other prodigies also took their leave at this moment.

As they walked out of the city gate, the group looked back at the majestic gilded statue and silently said, "See you in a year."

Zhu Zhuqing moved into that elegant little courtyard in the north of the city, becoming neighbors with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, while Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling also chose to live nearby.

Yu Tianheng, Aosi Luo, Yu Feng, and the Shi brothers went to the mainland to gain experience.

Looking at the somewhat deserted capital city.

Dugu Bo poured new tea for Chen Xin and Feng Bailong.

The delicate aroma of tea rose gently, and he gazed into the distance, saying softly:
Hopefully, a year from now...

"The banished immortal returned as scheduled."

(End of this chapter)