"Two years in the mortal world… two days in the Divine Realm…"
Eastern Divine Region.
Sword Lord's Divine Palace.
Li Zhexian's figure quietly materialized.
At the instant he appeared,
an aura belonging to a Supreme God King, powerful enough to shake the cosmos, nearly surged out of control.
With a slight movement of thought, he forcibly suppressed that towering presence.
All the gods were currently busy constructing the Divine Realm's defenses—
there was no need to disturb the heavens and earth because of him.
"The Divine Realm…"
The Silver Dragon King alighted lightly on Li Zhexian's shoulder, gazing at the dim, devastated landscape before her, her tone difficult to read.
"Who would have thought that even a realm as powerful as the Divine Realm would face such a catastrophe."
"All things follow the Dao. When prosperity reaches its peak, decline must follow. Cycles repeat—this is only natural."
Li Zhexian stood with his hands clasped behind his back,
looking out over the Eastern Divine Region, now ravaged by the meteor storm.
At his current realm,
he could clearly sense the turbulent, abnormal undercurrents within the Divine Realm's void.
This was no ordinary fluctuation,
but a clear sign that some unimaginably vast energy was drawing near—
heralding that the spacetime storm was not far away.
"You are currently reshaping your divine body. For now, the Divine Realm has no suitable god position for you. Once the spacetime storm subsides, I will personally make arrangements for you."
"Thank you, brother."
The Silver Dragon King affectionately touched his cheek with her dragon horn,
then transformed into a streak of silvery light,
disappearing into the depths of the divine palace.
Sword light bloomed in Li Zhexian's eyes as he cleaved open the void before him and stepped inside.
...
At the Divine Realm Center,
Of the one hundred and eight Spiritual Energy Pillar that had been destroyed, only one now stood with great difficulty.
Furthermore, the energy stored within this single pillar was like mud compared to the clouds of the past.
The gods all wore expressions of exhaustion, their divine power waning.
The auxiliary gods in particular were pale-faced, their divine power nearly depleted.
"The gap is simply too great…" Sighs echoed as they stared at the dim pillar.
"Three thousand gods worked without rest for two full days, and we only barely managed to build one!"
"And its energy is far inferior to before!"
The atmosphere was so heavy it felt suffocating.
Ji Dong, the God of Kindness, and the Asura God sat in meditation, recovering from divine exhaustion.
Only the God of Destruction, ignoring his own near-empty reserves, continued to pour divine power into the second Spiritual Energy Pillar.
Behind him stood the Goddess of Life, thin streams of verdant light flowing continuously onto his body.
"Alas…"
Seeing this, the gods could only shake their heads in sorrow. Just as Ji Dong was about to speak to bolster morale—
"Ang~~~!"
A vast, ancient whale song suddenly resounded from the east.
The gods quickly looked over.
They saw a massive, translucent whale formed from immortal brew, carrying a cleansing, universe-washing fragrance as it swam toward the Divine Realm's center.
Qian Renxue's and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes lit up. "Zhexian is back!"
The gods were also revitalized. "The Sword Lord God King has emerged from seclusion?!"
The giant whale seemed able to traverse space itself.
With a gentle flick of its fins,
it stirred the celestial bodies.
In the blink of an eye, it hovered above the gods.
Boom!
Boom!
The whale suddenly shattered,
transforming into a rain of immortal brew.
As wine-rain fell upon them,
the gods felt their depleted divine power begin to recover, and their withered seas of consciousness revive.
From within the cascading immortal rain, Li Zhexian descended gracefully.
As the gods looked at the white-robed youth so close before them—yet blurred and indistinct in divine perception—
they felt an indescribable pressure wash over them. "The Sword Lord God King has become even stronger!"
The Sea God exclaimed in amazement: "His title truly holds no falsehood!"
"The Sword Lord's combat power reigns supreme in the Divine Realm, and the Wine Venerable's support abilities bring rebirth to the gods."
Sensing the heavy atmosphere finally lifting, Ji Dong and the Asura God stepped forward and asked with smiles:
"Sword Lord, how was this period of seclusion? What did you gain?"
Li Zhexian understood.
Ji Dong's question was meant to seize this moment to restore the gods' confidence.
He smiled and replied:
"I gained greatly. The crisis of the Divine Realm now has a path toward resolution."
"Oh?!"
Ji Dong narrowed his eyes.
Originally, he had thought that Li Zhexian would give a vague reply—just enough to steady morale.
He had not expected,
that the latter's answer would be so resolute.
In that instant, the Divine Realm fell into absolute silence.
Gazes filled with excitement, agitation, and doubt all converged upon the white-robed youth.
It was only natural that some gods harbored misgivings.
Such a definitive response
was precisely what made it hard to believe.
The Asura God stared intently at Li Zhexian, a glint flashing through his blood-red pupils.
Clang!
All three heads' eyes flew open as his Dharma Body manifested, divine might descending like a hellish prison.
The Asura Demon Sword burst from its sheath.
"Sword Rising to Slaughter the Heavens!"
He struck at once with the Asura Seven Absolutes.
A crimson sword qi that spanned the star river shot skyward.
Where it passed,
space was torn apart like cloth.
Several stars were swept by the sword light and cleaved cleanly in two.
That edge, bearing the authority of judgment itself,
made the gods feel their divine bodies sting and fear surge in their hearts.
Under their horrified gazes, that crimson sword light came crashing straight down toward Li Zhexian's head.
Before the blood sword even arrived,
the pressure of the blade had already sent his hair whipping wildly.
Yet—
Li Zhexian did not even furrow his brow.
Only at the final instant, when the crimson sword light was about to touch his brow,
did he unhurriedly raise his right hand.
It looked slow—
yet left behind countless afterimages.
He brought his hand before him and pinched forward with two fingers.
Clang!
A ringing clash of metal echoed through the void.
Before the Qinglian Sword,
the Asura Sword—hailed as the Divine Realm's foremost slaughter-type supreme divine tool—
was actually caught between Li Zhexian's two fingers,
hanging motionless mere inches before his forehead.
The sword tip trembled violently,
yet could not advance even a fraction.
The slaughter sword qi gradually dissipated between his fingers.
The gods' gazes froze completely, staring blankly at this scene that defied all understanding.
To confront a supreme divine tool with the flesh alone…
No—
to suppress a supreme divine tool with nothing but two fingers, effortlessly!
What kind of unheard-of physical body was this?! Even if the Dragon God were alive, he would likely find it hard to reach such a state!
Ji Dong, the God of Kindness, the God of Destruction, and the Goddess of Life—all four God Kings—were utterly shaken by the sight of Li Zhexian standing there in fluttering white robes.
Especially Destruction and Life, who had personally witnessed the Dragon God calamity.
They were certain—
even at the peak of his power,
the Dragon God could never have accomplished this.
"Unbelievable…"
The Asura God's three pairs of pupils contracted to needle points.
Boom!
Boom!
Crimson demonic flames erupted from his body like an overturning sea of blood, his hair whipping upward.
Waves of violent divine power surged outward; his arms bulged with coiling muscles, purple veins writhing madly.
And yet—
no matter how he burned his divine power,
the Asura Sword clamped between those two fingers remained utterly unmoving,
as if it had been cast into space-time itself.
"I…"
Li Zhexian slowly spoke.
His left pupil gradually turned brilliant silver, his right pupil molten gold.
Dragon roars shook the cosmos.
Silver radiance and golden light spread from behind him.
Taking form as the Silver Dragon King and Golden Dragon King's dharma manifestations stretching across the galaxy, winding and unfurling for tens of thousands of kilometers.
The Qinglian Sword and the Clear Spring Wine Gourd floated before him, each accompanied by ten divine Spirit Rings rising in unison.
A supreme aura that towered above all gods swept outward, causing the entire Divine Realm to tremble without end.
"I am the Supreme God King."
His calm yet majestic voice resounded in every god's ears.
"The calamity of the Divine Realm—
I shall sweep it away with my sword."
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