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

Chapter 371 The Azure Lotus Sword Returns! Memories Regained, Long Time No See

Boom boom——

Boom boom——

The far north is experiencing tremors.

The sky was stained as if with blood.

An overwhelming pressure, transcending the mortal realm, suddenly descended.

Tianmeng, Xuedi, Bingdi, and Xiao Yazi were all trembling with fear.

"Gods!"

"Li Bai, the immortal poet, has ascended to godhood again!"

The familiarity emanating from that aura.

This sent chills down the spines of Tianmeng and Xuedi.

Hyotei almost collapsed to the ground.

Only through personal experience can one truly understand.

Only then did I realize how terrifying Li Zhexian was.

Four streaks of light tore through the wind and snow, rushing even faster toward the source of the oppressive force.

After a few breaths.

The sight before them caused their pupils to shrink sharply.

I saw...

From Li Zhexian's blood-stained body, his vital energy surged out like a bursting dam, turning the sky into a shocking crimson.

Time and space seemed to ripple around him, as if unable to bear such a power that transcended boundaries.

The Snow Demon King, his towering figure like a mountain, knelt on the icy plain, trembling uncontrollably.

"Immortal/Immortal Brother, stop!"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Three shouts rang out.

Between lightning and stone.

Hyotei hurled the Heavenly Dream Sword Shrine from his hand.

Whoosh!
A beam of clear light pierced the scarlet sky.

Without bias, he put the sword in Li Zhexian's hand into the niche.

"You are……"

Li Zhexian uttered a few words with difficulty.

The spatial fluctuations around him gradually subsided.

The timeline has been forcibly pulled back from eight months ago to the present.

His terrible injuries then reversed and subsided.

The immense vitality that once stained the northern sky red has also dissipated with the correction of the timeline.

"Huh...huh..."

Li Zhexian was panting heavily.

Although he is now physically fine.

But the immense terror of impending self-destruction still lingered in his mind, difficult to quell.

"The Immortal Brother!"

The sword niche trembled slightly.

The excited voice of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm rang out.

"You...you called me brother?"

Li Zhexian was panting, his brows furrowed.

"Are you my brother?"

Tianmeng: "..."

“I’m not your brother. You used to call me ‘Brother Tianmeng’ too. We each have our own way of addressing each other.”

At this time.

Hyotei and Xiao Yazi rushed closer.

Hyotei held a soul bone that looked like a snow sculpture in his hand.

The Snow Empress's voice, tinged with anticipation, emanated from within.

"Li Zhe Xian, do you remember me?"

"I am the Snow Emperor."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Little Yazi didn't care about any of that.

Let out a call.

He pounced directly on Li Zhexian.

Li Zhexian instinctively caught it, gently stroked its snow-white fur, and bowed apologetically to the Snow Demon King, slowly shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, I've forgotten a lot of things."

He paused briefly.

His gaze swept over the little Yazi in his arms, Tianmeng who emerged from the sword niche, and the slender figure that was faintly visible in the wind and snow.

His tone carried a hint of uncertainty:
"But I feel..."

"We should have known each other before."

The wind and snow in the world seemed to freeze at this moment, and the atmosphere gradually became heavy.

"Amnesia?!"

Tianmeng couldn't help but sigh.

"Is this the price of returning?"

"It's not just simple amnesia."

The Snow Emperor spoke.

In her perception.

At this moment, Li Zhexian was shrouded in a mirage, his face, figure, and even his voice became blurred.

If it weren't for the existence of the senses of a soul.

In addition, there was the divine aura that Li Zhexian had just displayed.

Otherwise, even if Li Zhexian were standing right in front of her, the Snow Emperor would not dare to recognize him rashly.

"When I went to the Demon Forest with you, you said that you had obtained its soul skill when you absorbed the Soul Ring of the Myriad Mirage Beast."

Snow Emperor pondered and said:
"Could this situation be the 'reincarnation' of the Myriad Mirage Beast?"

"Reincarnation is going to be troublesome!"

Tianmeng said worriedly:
"That's power that's almost at the level of rules!"

"The immortal can travel back in time, but even time cannot dispel the mirage!" "Eeya eeya!"

Little Yazi leaped lightly down from Li Zhexian's arms, shook its head, and gently nudged Li Zhexian's leg with the hilt of its tiny Azure Lotus Sword.

"This is……"

Li Zhexian looked puzzled.

"Little Yazi was born when you tapped your sword, and has a very deep bond with you."

Snow Empress said softly:
"It's inviting you to join in the sword-fighting fun."

Li Zhexian looked down at Xiao Yazi's increasingly anxious expression, then glanced at the simple wooden sword in his hand, a hint of hesitation still lingering between his brows.

"Do not worry!"

Tianmeng interjected:
"Yazi is in charge of weapons and understands the heart of the sword best; he won't harm your sword."

His tone shifted, tinged with frustration:

"No, Immortal Brother, where's your Azure Lotus Sword?!"

"How could you even lose the Azure Lotus Sword!"

Li Zhexian did not respond to Tianmeng.

He simply bent down slowly, drew the wooden sword from the sword niche, and with a slightly awkward yet solemn air, faced the exquisite little sword that Xiao Yazi had mentioned.

In the white, snowy landscape.

Li Zhexian and Xiao Yazi lightly touched swords together.

Sword tip to sword tip.

They touched in the snowy air.

Clang——!
Clang——!
Clang——!
The sound of metal clashing against metal.

Like ice cracking and jade shattering, the sound echoed throughout the far north.

Under the incredulous gazes of Tianmeng, Xue Di, and Bing Di.

The falling snowflakes slowly condensed into frost blades, hovering in mid-air, as if the entire world had transformed into the domain of the sword.

The sword light shimmered in the snowflakes.

That was the sharpness reflected from the wooden sword in Li Zhexian's hand.

With each tap.

The wooden sword begins to transform...

The sword gradually became as clear as glass, and then a faint golden glow spread out.

Having experienced the trials of the mortal world, one's heart is tempered.

Li Zhexian's sword has lost some of its otherworldly detachment and aloofness, but gained more of its worldly wisdom and maturity.

What lingers around the sword's edge is the indelible scent of the mortal world, the sharpness forged by the trials of human life.

Azure Lotus Sword...

Come back!

In the ice and snow.

The clear, resonant clang of metal continued to echo leisurely.

Every note resonated within Li Zhexian's tranquil heart.

It was the returning Azure Lotus Sword speaking to him.

This was not a verbal exchange, but a direct resonance between heart and sword that transcended the Sea of ​​Oblivion.

If you ask him what he has spent the most time with?
It's a sword.

From an innocent child using wood as a sword to practice his first sword technique;
From dashing young men in fine clothes and riding spirited horses, sword in hand, they venture into the vast and turbulent world of martial arts.
From the glorious peak, towering above the clouds and revered by all, to the darkest moment, plunging into the abyss and covered in wounds...

Only the sword remained by his side, never leaving his side for a moment.

The sword silently witnessed all of Li Zhexian's glory and disgrace, and wordlessly bore all of his joys and sorrows.

now.

Drawn by the clash of swords.

The sealed memories surged forth like a thawing spring tide.

in mind.

Familiar faces gradually became clear, and scenes of laughter and tears from the past came alive again.

Li Zhexian seemed to have walked the path of life all over again.

Sometimes, a heartwarming moment brings a smile to my face.

At other times, he would feel saddened by a particularly poignant separation.

Clang——

Clang——

Clang——

The Azure Lotus Sword hummed softly each time.

They were all trying to dispel the mirage for him.

To find those lost selves.

Inch by inch.

Return it to him.

……

……

A long time, a long time.

So long that time lost its measure in Li Zhexian's perception, so long that a sudden enlightenment felt as long as half a lifetime had passed.

Until a snowflake gently landed on his eyelashes.

Li Zhexian slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, which had seen all the wonders of the world, were now veiled with a warm, moist light.

He gazed at the expectant faces before him, his throat bobbing slightly, and remained silent for a long while.

Silence spread through the wind and snow.

It was broken again by the sound of falling snow.

"Brother Tianmeng..."

His voice was hoarse, yet carried a long-lost familiarity, as his gaze swept over everyone.

"Little Yazi, Senior Snow Emperor, Senior Ice Emperor, Senior Snow Demon King..."

He paused.

A myriad of emotions transformed into a warm feeling rising on my lips.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, dear readers! May your families be reunited!

　　I went home today, so the update is late... (bowing.jpg)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)