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

Chapter 386 Bibi Dong, the Pope, is no more; the sea of ​​suffering is endless; the divine path is self-imposed.

We spiraled down the stairs.

Li Zhexian followed Qian Renxue into the deepest part of the Angel Temple, into the death cell.

Those imprisoned here are all fugitives who escaped from the city of slaughter.

It was quite different from the usual gloomy dungeons.

The holy light here is dazzling, as bright as a divine kingdom.

Angelic feathers floated in the air, scattering pure and majestic light.

This brilliance penetrates directly into people's hearts.

It can awaken the remaining conscience deep within the soul, forcing sinners to weep in endless remorse for their own evil deeds.

at the same time.

The erosion of the tainted soul by the power of light caused them to wail incessantly amidst the dual pain of body and soul.

The two traversed the endless, agonizing passageway, reaching the deepest part of the death row.

Beneath a dazzling angel's feather.

The image below was reflected in the figures being tortured.

Bibi Dong's collarbone was pierced by the chains of light, her arms were hanging high, and her head was bowed.

The holy light continued to burn her body.

It makes a "buzzing" sound.

Wisps of black mist rose from her body.

It's as if it's being purified.

It also seems to be destroying.

Qian Renxue's pretty face was indifferent, and when her gaze swept over Bibi Dong's blood-stained body, there was even a hint of pleasure in her golden eyes.

Li Zhexian stood still for a few breaths, then spoke:

"Bibi Dong."

The chains clanged as Bibi Dong raised her head, their weight so heavy they seemed to crush bones.

The dark hair, stained with blood, slid backward.

She revealed a pale yet charming face.

Upon seeing Li Zhexian, she was first stunned, then her eyes filled with a hatred that seemed to solidify into reality.

"Li... the banished immortal..."

"You...you're still...alive..."

Li Zhexian calmly said:

"If you're not dead, how could I be in trouble?"

"Ah……"

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a twisted arc, and dark red blood trickled down her chin.

"The biggest regret of my life..."

"It's precisely because I didn't use all my strength to... crush you when you were at your lowest point..."

The words were filled with a deep-seated resentment and malice.

This caused a surge of fierceness to rise in Qian Renxue's eyes.

"Hopeless."

She unleashed radiant spiritual energy from her palm, slamming it into the angelic feathers above.

In an instant.

Holy light cascaded down like a waterfall.

Bibi Dong was submerged.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Bibi Dong's mournful wails echoed.

The sound seemed to be mixed with the sharp hissing of a poisonous spider, and thick, murky blackish-purple mist was rising wildly from her body. This kind of pain was even worse than being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Bang!
Bang!
next moment.

Two sickening cracking sounds rang out.

Bibi Dong actually tore her own collarbone to pieces.

The constraints have been lifted.

The soul power belonging to a half-step deity suddenly erupted.

Even though he was seriously injured.

Its power still shook the entire prison.

"Li Zhexian!!!"

"Die to me!!!"

She screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood, then grabbed a shattered piece of her collarbone.

His figure transformed into a chilling, blood-red shadow.

They rushed straight towards Li Zhexian.

Qian Renxue, wielding the Angel Sword, swung it at Bibi Dong.

But Li Zhexian was faster than her.

He calmly raised his hand.

The instant Bibi Dong, filled with murderous intent, attacked him.

He casually grabbed her neck.

The surging power of the Rakshasa gods.

It dissipated and vanished in an instant.

Bibi Dong gripped the bone fragment tightly, frantically trying to stab him again.

The divine light flowing around Li Zhexian rippled slightly, and the bone fragments turned to ashes before they even got close.

"How...how is it possible..."

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.

At this moment, Li Zhexian was radiating a divine aura.

Its breath...

It was comparable to the move that resulted in mutual destruction.

In just one year.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, has reached such a level.

The pain of resentment, jealousy, and hatred far surpassed that of physical injuries, pushing her to the brink of collapse.

"Put away your schemes and plots; the gap between us is as vast as the heavens and the earth."

Say it.

With a thought, Li Zhexian conjured the Ice and Snow Emperors beside him.

They both raised their slender hands, palms facing upwards.

The aroma was rich and mellow.

The spirit of wine was lifted up by them.

A clear spring of wine gushed forth.

"The compassionate boat, with its dew-like light, spreads out like a vast ocean in the holy light."

In the middle of a sea of ​​wine.

A graceful figure slowly materialized.

It was Bibi Dong whose good intentions were severed by the Rakshasa divinity.

"Return."

Li Zhexian's fingers are like swords.

The sword intent of purification cleanses away evil spirits, and the sword intent of spirit severs delusions.

Two strands of sword intent pierced towards Bibi Dong's brow.

She looked up and screamed.

The evil thoughts dissipated like black mist.

The benevolent body bowed to Li Zhexian, transformed into a stream of light, and returned to its physical form.

Li Zhexian looked at the stunned Qian Renxue and said softly:
"In the Rakshasa Secret Realm..."

“I have rediscovered the kindness that Bibi Dong had lost.”

"Now, evil thoughts have been extinguished by me, and good thoughts have returned to my body."

"How you get along with them in the future is up to you, Xue'er. Just follow your heart."

Qian Renxue remained rooted to the spot, seemingly oblivious.

After a while.

Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly awoke.

She first looked at Li Zhexian, her eyes filled with complex and indescribable gratitude.

He then looked anxiously at Qian Renxue, staggered forward three steps, and then froze in place in fear.

"Xue'er..."

As soon as she uttered the name, she became speechless, tears welling up in her eyes.

The death row cell fell into a suffocating silence.

I do not know how long it has been.

Qian Renxue's hoarse voice broke the silence.

"Good thoughts? Evil thoughts? Ha..."

"When I was young, you treated me with harsh words and even harbored murderous intentions on several occasions; later, you ignited war on the mainland, causing countless families to be displaced; my grandfather's whereabouts are unknown, and the banished immortal was on the verge of death several times..."

"all of these……"

"Can this be so easily dismissed with a simple distinction between good and evil?!"

She suddenly looked up.

Too much grief surged in those tearful golden eyes, making Bibi Dong's face turn deathly pale, and she dared not look directly at them.

“Bibi Dong, your sins…cannot be washed away.”

"I never want to see you again in this lifetime."

Say it.

Qian Renxue turned away resolutely.

Her slender back showed no sign of lingering affection.

Bibi Dong stretched out her hand, then trembled as she withdrew it.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Tears silently slid down her pale cheeks.

Why not tell Xue'er... about your past?

"No need."

She shook her head, choking back tears.

"Do you want Xue'er to hate her father as well? Immortal, please never tell Xue'er this."

"It's enough that Xue'er hates me alone."

The words fell.

She suddenly began to tremble violently, curled up on the ground, and convulsed all over.

This excruciating pain.

It felt as if my soul was being torn to pieces.

Li Zhexian bent down.

The spirit of wine flowed out as celestial brew, entering her lips.

"The separation of good and evil is essentially a wound that tears the soul apart."

"This pain will accompany you for the rest of your life, and there is no cure."

Bibi Dong gave a bitter smile, her tears mingled with blood.

"So be it..."

"Let this pain be the beginning of my atonement."

"Li Zhexian, thank you. From now on, I will walk among mortals and use this remaining life to atone for my sins."

Li Zhexian frowned and said:

"Though your divine position is shattered, it is not impossible for it to be rebuilt."

She shook her head slightly.

His gaze was sorrowful yet resolute:

"I am willing to use my remaining years as a stepping stone to measure the suffering of the world."

"Only when all the tears of the living have dried will I have accomplished my atonement."

"In the years to come, I hope you and Xue'er will walk hand in hand. If we meet again in the martial world someday, I hope you... will still call me an old friend."

She stood up slowly.

The tattered divine robe fluttered in the wind, as if it had lost all its glory.

"From this day forward—"

"There will never be another Pope Bibidon."

"Only one remains... the redeemer."

(End of this chapter)