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

Chapter 384 The Silver Dragon King bestows upon me a reverse scale, and the greatest karma befalls me, Douluo! If the gods forbid it, I will.
Gazing into those amethyst-like dragon eyes, a sense of closeness welled up from the bottom of Li Zhexian's heart.

The Silver Dragon King also felt the same pull.

This closeness is more concrete for her.

It carries the throbbing of its bloodline and the reliance on which it can be completely entrusted.

Li Zhexian was about to speak.

The Silver Dragon King's clear yet slightly weak voice rang out first:

"I don't like the way you look at me."

"Can I temporarily block them out?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

A wisp of fragrant, iridescent dragon breath gently enveloped Li Zhexian.

Divine Realm Square.

Gazing at the hazy light screen.

Ji Dong frowned and said:

"This is the Silver Dragon King? He actually managed to deceive our investigation?"

The Asura God slowly said:

"As a half-body of the Dragon God, it naturally possesses the status of a God-King, so it is normal for it to be deceived during investigations."

"Humph!"

At this time.

The God of Destruction strode in from the plaza's passageway.

Behind Him.

A man dressed in a deep blue robe, with long blue hair like ocean waves, accompanied him; his handsome face was filled with suppressed anger.

Ji Dong's lips curled up.

"Destruction? I don't think the Sea God is convinced."

Poseidon's expression changed drastically.

"I don't."

The god of destruction swept his gaze indifferently over the sea god.

Beneath the shadow of that purple cloak, his eyes held an ancient obsession and majesty.

"Congratulations to Li Zhexian on his ascension to the ranks of the gods."

"But I have heard..."

"He is entangled in karma with the remnants of the Dragon God."

“Evil and Asura, since you are on good terms with Li Zhexian, you must give him some advice.”

"The past of the Dragon God is a taboo in the divine realm, and none of the gods are allowed to violate it. The tragedy of the ancient war of the gods must never be repeated."

Shura stared at the hazy light screen without saying a word.

Ji Dong's brows furrowed tightly.

Given the current situation and Li Zhexian's personality, it is almost impossible for him to sever his karmic ties with the soul beasts.

"It's troublesome..."

"Brother, eat!"

The Silver Dragon King's tail curled up.

I gathered a clump of the most vigorous spiritual herbs from the dragon's nest.

It was piled up into a small mountain in front of Li Zhexian.

Seeing the troubled look on Li Zhexian's face, she looked around.

Finally, I looked at the crystals formed by the condensation of primordial energy on the rock wall.

Extending its dragon claws.

Cut off the largest piece.

It was presented to Li Zhexian.

"Brother, do you want to eat this?"

"I like to eat, too."

"Eating it can heal wounds."

talking.

She broke off another piece, put it in her mouth, and started chewing it with a "crunch".

In the sea of ​​knowledge.

Tianmeng cowered in a corner because of the Silver Dragon King's aura.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but mutter:
"The aura of this soul beast is enough to make me kneel down."

"But his IQ doesn't seem very high."

The two emperors, Ice and Snow, glanced coldly at Tianmeng.

Do not know why.

Hearing this, Tianmeng inwardly grumbled about the mysterious soul beast.

An inexplicable surge of anger rose within them.

That feeling...

It's like overhearing people talking about your elders.

Upon hearing the commotion in his sea of ​​consciousness, Li Zhexian's eyes flashed with understanding.

Although the Silver Dragon King has been in the Douluo Continent for a long time.

It can be separated from the body of the Dragon God.

They never truly set foot in the human world.

She remained hidden beneath the stars, quietly healing her wounds, her heart still pure and kind.

Being naive and lacking worldly wisdom is understandable.

He intended to politely decline the Silver Dragon King's offer.

Seeing the expectation in those purple dragon eyes, he had no choice but to pick out an edible one from the pile of spiritual herbs and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

"Thank you, this will do."

Why do you call me brother?

"Crunch crunch... I don't know..."

The Silver Dragon King mumbled as he chewed on a crystal:
“Crunch crunch… I just feel a sense of familiarity with you…” Li Zhexian nodded.

Before this.

He had imagined countless times what it would be like to meet the Silver Dragon King, whether it would be tense and confrontational or each of them harboring their own secrets.

But what I didn't expect was...

The Silver Dragon King would call him "brother" so naturally and affectionately.

In the tranquil dragon's nest.

A soft glow fell from the dome.

This reflects the strange yet harmonious scene.

Li Zhexian was eating spiritual herbs, while the Silver Dragon King opposite him was crunching away at crystals.

She was in a good mood, and her azure silver dragon tail swayed merrily behind her with the rhythm of her chewing.

"elder brother."

In no time.

After the Silver Dragon King finished eating the crystal, he exhaled a magnificent dragon breath.

The dragon's breath slowly unfolded before Li Zhexian, transforming into a flowing curtain of light.

In the light curtain.

The scene was tragic and devastating:
Soul beasts wailed at the hands of humans; forests crumbled in swathes under the blades of axes; glaciers in the far north continued to melt.

One after another, the soul beasts whose cultivation had reached its peak roared in grief and indignation toward the sky, rushing headlong into the heavenly tribulation and turning into ashes.

Yet they still couldn't shake the barrier of the divine realm.

The Silver Dragon King's tail slowly curled up, as if to hide his overwhelming sorrow.

"These scenes... are repeating themselves every moment in some corner of the continent..."

"The future of the Soul Beast race... I see no hope..."

"One day... the soul beasts will face extinction..."

Li Zhexian pursed her lips tightly.

Even as human beings.

Witnessing such a horrific scene unfold before my eyes.

He could not suppress the surge of compassion welling up in his chest.

"elder brother……"

The Silver Dragon King's voice was very soft, like a lingering whisper in the wind, carrying a hint of cautious pleading.

"After you become a god..."

"Could you... leave a sliver of hope for my soul beast race...?"

"I understand the principle of natural selection and survival of the fittest!"

"I dare not ask for too much, I only wish that the God Realm could grant soul beasts a chance to become gods, so that in this vast world, there is still hope for the continuation of my race."

"At least……"

"Let them have something to remember!"

A single, glistening dragon tear slid down, splashing into tiny specks of light on the ground.

“Brother, I know how much you have to resist this idea…”

"But in all these endless years, only you... allowed me to see a glimmer of light."

"I have nothing to repay my brother with, except this, which is my most precious possession..."

The words fell.

She raised her dragon claw.

She resolutely removed a dazzling silver scale from her chest.

The edges of the dragon scales were still stained with colorful blood, exuding a rich and pure divine aura.

In the sea of ​​knowledge.

Tianmeng cried out in shock:

"A dragon has only one reverse scale in its entire life!"

"The value of this reverse scale is immeasurable!"

The Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor also stared in a daze at the dragon scale that shimmered with divine light, their hearts filled with indescribable shock.

They know.

The dragon's reverse scale, like the auspicious feathers of an angel, possesses a unique nature.

Only by entrusting one's life and complete trust can one give to another.

Despite knowing how precious this unyielding scale was.

Tianmeng, Xue Di, and Bing Di all remained silent.

As a soul beast.

They also hoped that Li Zhexian would accept this entrustment and fight for a glimmer of hope for the soul beast race.
however.

This cause and effect is far too heavy.

As heavy as an ancient mountain range, it has crushed countless hopes and is enough to make even the gods hesitate.

Li Zhexian stared at the blood-stained reverse scale before him, the expectation in the Silver Dragon King's eyes making him dare not meet his gaze.

—This is the weight of racial continuation.

The dragon's nest is silent.

Time seems to stand still.

for a long time.

Under the gradually brightening gaze of the Silver Dragon King.

Li Zhexian extended his hand.

He took the blood-stained, azure-silver dragon scale.

"If I ascend to the realm of gods, I will fight for a way out for the soul beast race."

"If the gods do not permit it—"

His voice was calm.

"I agree."

(End of this chapter)