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

Chapter 369 My name is Li Zhexian, I retrieve the sword heart from the sword scars of the past! To meet Tianmeng in the far north.
Leave the former site of the Wind Sword Sect.

After visiting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to retrieve treasures.

Li Zhexian traversed the ancient, towering primeval forest and crossed the pervasive swamp mist.

The inner pull became increasingly clear.

finally.

He stopped in front of an abandoned nest.

Here, the land is dark red, and the ground is covered with the skeletons of various spirit beasts, as well as ferocious tiger claw marks.

Li Zhexian exhaled and stepped into the nest.

On the inner rock wall, two sword marks were clearly visible.

A sword mark exuded a chilling killing intent; one could feel its piercing sharpness simply by staring at it.

The other sword mark, however, was unrestrained and arrogant, a natural creation.

Its artistic conception actually surpassed that of the former.

It steadily suppressed the murderous sword mark.

Li Zhexian stood before the stone wall, gazing at the wild and unrestrained sword mark.

The strong wind swept past his temples, but it couldn't dispel the strange throbbing in his heart.

He raised his hand.

Fingers pointing together like a sword.

Unconsciously, it imitated the trajectory of the mark on the stone wall.

Just as his fingertips sliced ​​through the air...

hum!
Time and space seemed to tremble for a moment.

The sword mark that had been dormant for many years suddenly lit up.

A slightly ethereal figure in white robes emerged from the sword wound, perfectly overlapping with his current form.

Two sword fingers, separated by time and space, merge into one here.

A pure and exquisite sword light quietly bloomed.

This sword light.

It was as if time itself had been cleaved open.

Everything around us receded rapidly, blurring into a blur...

Li Zhexian was in a daze.

It felt like I was back on that day many years ago.

he saw...

Seeing that white-clad youth, facing the chilling sword mark, unleash a single sword strike.

That kind of unrestrained and carefree state of mind.

It wasn't an arrogance that was deliberately created.

Rather, it is a natural flow stemming from one's own swordsmanship and pure heart.

This sword.

Cut straight to the heart.

Li Zhexian trembled violently.

An indescribable clarity dispelled the gloom that had long accumulated in his heart, a condensation of worldly concerns.

Those smooth-talking and numb people.

at this moment.

He was struck by the sword he himself had once wielded.

Completely shattered.

He is no longer the drifting duckweed in the mortal world.

That buried pure and innocent heart, after going through trials and tribulations, finally broke through the illusion and returned once more.

He stood up, looked up at the sky and let out a clear roar, his voice like a dragon's cry.

His body naturally emanated sword energy.

Stars, scorching frost, gentle breeze, thunder, time, and spiritual power merge and resonate without any hindrance.

The fog of his memory has not yet completely dissipated.

But the clear sword heart shines through the mirage.

"My name is Li Zhexian."

Lake of life.

Both the Great Ming and the Second Ming raised their heads simultaneously.

Two pairs of beastly eyes stared in surprise and uncertainty at a certain spot in the forest.

"This breath..."

Before Da Ming finished speaking, the surging emotions in his heart inexplicably subsided a bit.

But the next moment.

The two forest overlords still pushed aside the ancient trees.

They ran wildly in the direction they sensed.

at the same time.

Deep in the earth's veins.

The Dark Demon God Tiger slumped listlessly in the corner.

"Roar……"

"Sir...sir..."

“Everything I said is true; Li Zhexian has indeed perished.”

"To be able to defeat a god with a mortal body is an unprecedented talent... It is my honor to become his mount."

"Alas, heaven is jealous of talent."

The divine butterfly and the three-eyed golden lion cried even more bitterly, with large tears rolling down their cheeks.

A fierce glint flashed in Di Tian's dark golden dragon eyes.

It had a premonition that the aftershocks of the divine battle shook heaven and earth that day.

Now I've heard the description of the evil tiger.

Its last glimmer of hope was utterly shattered. It certainly didn't want Li Zhexian to perish.

Not to mention that this young man cultivated such an extraordinary divine butterfly, the path to godhood for soul beasts proposed by Tianmeng Ice Silkworm also rests entirely on him.

"If this human boy were still alive..."

"With his godlike abilities as a mortal, and his benevolent intentions towards soul beasts..."

"Perhaps this can truly pave a way for the survival of our soul beast race!"

"Does our Soul Beast race truly have no future?"

Just as Di Tian was becoming increasingly dejected.

A familiar aura pierced his senses.

The divine butterfly also stopped crying at this moment, excitedly flapping its wings and urgently stumbling over its words:

"Li...Li the Immortal!"

"It's Li... Li Zhexian!"

"How dare you deceive me?"

Ru Yuan's murderous intent terrified even the Dark Demon, Evil God, and Tiger Death.

"Sir, spare your life!"

Dark golden light rekindled in Di Tianlong's eyes.

"I will settle accounts with you after I confirm the truth of this matter."

Not long after Li Zhexian left Xingdou.

The Titan Ape descended with a thunderous roar.

The azure ox-python swam over.

The two beasts quickly scanned their surroundings.

Da Ming's gaze suddenly fixed on the rock wall inside the nest.

There were three sword marks there.

Two of them bear the heavy marks of time, but one of them is as sharp as new.

That kind of perfect, clear, unrestrained, and elegant sword spirit.

This excited Da Ming and Er Ming.

"They are indeed brothers who have been banished to the heavens!"

"I knew it! How could the immortal brothers perish so easily!"

"That evil tiger dared to deceive me! If I catch it, I'll make it pay!"

The Palace of the Earth's Veins.

The overwhelming dragon's breath condensed into a whip.

The Dark Demon God Tiger howled in agony as it was drawn.

Divine Realm Square.

Ji Dong clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes full of admiration.

"Rediscover your true self from the sword marks of the past."

"Li Zhexian was truly a person who possessed both good fortune and natural talent."

At this moment, the God of Destruction went to cause trouble for the God of the Sea.

Only two god-kings remained in the square.

The atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.

The Asura God slowly said:

"This experience in the mortal world has not only made Li Zhexian's sword heart clearer, but has also honed his sword to be even sharper."

"but……"

"His spirit rings are all shattered, so he won't be easy to deal with."

"Hmm, he has something on him that might solve this predicament."

A rare hint of solemnity crossed the Asura God's deep voice.

"However, the cause and effect involved in this matter are of no small importance."

Hearing even the Asura God say "nothing to be underestimated" was astonishing.

Ji Dong's expression also turned solemn.

As one of the earliest deities to pay attention to Li Zhexian, he was naturally aware of every opportunity this young man had experienced.

Many years ago.

An immense opportunity was already hidden within Li Zhexian's body.

But there is a price to pay for using it.

Even the God-King needs to consider this.

This cause and effect is unpredictable, bringing both fortune and misfortune.

Time seemed to pass slowly for Li Zhexian.

His steps were steady and firm as he walked towards the far north, a land covered in eternal ice and snow, after leaving the vast forest.

The cold wind, carrying ice shards, scraped across his face like countless blades.

Under a vast expanse of snow.

It was as if only his figure remained in the world.

His white shirt was soaked through by the wind and snow, and fine frost had formed on it, but his gaze remained focused.

A mysterious pull.

It became increasingly clear from the moment he stepped onto this snowfield.

It was as if something in the deepest part of the far north was calling to him, resonating with his lost memories.

He had a strong premonition.

At the end of that snowstorm, in the core of that ancient, frozen land, lies the answer to everything he lost.

There, he will completely rediscover "Li Zhexian" and complete his flawless self.

Deep in the far north.

A sword sheath was stuck in front of the ice crystal palace.

"Hyotei, open the door and let me in..."

(End of this chapter)