Chapter 404: Chapter 404: The Heavenly Ridge Martial Tournmanet Begins! Feng Bailong’s Sword Dao

From the moment he comprehended the Sword Intent of the Mortal World,

Li Zhexian had been continuously deducing the Eleventh Sword in his mind.

The Sword Intent of the Mortal World encompassed all things—

the myriad forms of human existence, the seven emotions and six desires, all contained within it.

He often pondered:

In this vast world, what kind of power could possibly transcend the mortal realm?

"Eternal time and the boundless mortal world together form the supreme laws that construct this human world."

"Even gods drift and sink within the long river of time; the traces of their past are likewise borne by the mortal realm."

"The Eleventh Sword..."

Li Zhexian opened his eyes.

Under the influence of time power, plum branches bloomed and withered, while the mortal-world domain evolved into the joys and sorrows, partings and reunions of sentient beings.

"Is it space?"

He raised his hand, extending his index finger toward the void before him.

Buzz!

At the instant his finger landed—

space itself could not withstand the ultimate annihilating force and shattered like glass.

In the Douluo world, shattering space was unheard of, yet he had accomplished it at this very moment.

Within his sea of consciousness, the Skydream Ice Worm and the Ice and Snow Empresses witnessed the scene with expressions of utter shock.

"To shatter space with a single finger—Zhexian’s sword dao has reached a realm beyond our comprehension!"

"Space itself must submit before my sword intent."

"As for that illusory thing called karmic causality..."

With a single thought from Li Zhexian, auspicious clouds immediately coiled around him—an anomaly formed naturally when auspicious energy grew overwhelmingly dense.

"I bear such auspicious fortune."

"Whatever happens will inevitably be beneficial to me. Cause and effect hold no power over me."

"So then..."

"What, exactly, is the Eleventh Sword?"

"Zhexian, time to eat~~"

Just as Li Zhexian was deep in contemplation,

Qian Renxue’s gentle call came from the direction of the kitchen.

Several delicate dishes were laid out on the stone table in the courtyard.

Qian Renxue handed him a pair of bamboo chopsticks and asked with smiling eyes: 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Well? Any insight yet?"

Li Zhexian gave a helpless smile.

"Still shrouded in mist."

"No rush." Qian Renxue picked up a bite of his favorite dish and placed it into his bowl.

"With your talent, once inspiration strikes, everything will become clear."

Li Zhexian smiled and nodded.

The two ate while chatting casually.

"My Spirit Power has reached the peak of level 98, only a single step away from 99."

"Some time ago, the senior who taught me brewing techniques said that once I break through, it will be time for ascension."

A solemn expression appeared on Qian Renxue’s peerlessly beautiful face.

She knew of the Spirit Beast karma Li Zhexian carried.

"Good. When that time comes, I’ll go to the Divine Realm with you."

Li Zhexian took a sip of tea and said with a smile:

"It seems we’ll reach the Divine Realm before Zhuqing and the others."

"That’s not a bad thing—

we can scout the way ahead and familiarize ourselves with the Divine Realm first."

He paused slightly, then continued:

"Before ascending, though, we can still participate in the Heavenly Ridge Martial Tournament that the seniors are hosting."

...

Three hundred miles east of Heaven Dou City

the former site of the Clear Sky Clan, known as Where the Clouds Run Deep.

The continuous mountain range had been cleanly severed at the waist, forming smooth, mirror-like cross-sections that reflected the heavens and earth through drifting clouds, like bright lakes suspended in midair.

This was the result of a single sword strike from Li Zhexian.

He had severed not only the mountains, but also the Clear Sky Clan’s lineage.

And today—

life returned to this place once more.

The Heavenly Ridge Martial Tournament was reopened here.

Upon every severed mountain peak stood a towering, immovable figure—

each a Super Douluo with Spirit Power exceeding level 96.

Separated by seas of clouds, they gazed at one another from afar.

Waves of overwhelming aura intertwined and collided among the mountains, pressing down on the Spirit Saints and Spirit Douluos watching below until they nearly suffocated.

Qian Daoliu stood atop the central main peak, his voice clearly echoing in everyone’s ears:

"Thanks to everyone’s regard, this old man shall preside over this session of the Heavenly Ridge Martial Tournament ."

"The participants of this tournament are as follows:

Level 98 Golden Crocodile, level 98 Chen Xin, level 98 Dugu Bo...

Level 97 Yu Yuanzhen, level 95 Feng Bailong."

Each name spoken—

triggered a pillar of surging aura to erupt from the corresponding mountain peak.

Under the rising and falling columns of momentum,

the entire Where the Clouds Run Deep trembled without end.

Dugu Bo stood upon the Ten-Headed Scarlet-Jade Serpent Emperor that coiled around the mountain peaks beneath his feet. With his hands clasped behind his back, he hovered amid the clouds, his robes whipping loudly in the wind.

"My old friends and I all know—

compared to previous generations, this era lacks a truly peerless powerhouse."

"If we speak of the word ’invincible,’ it would indeed be undeserved."

"But this tournament is meant to open a new Chapter for the continent."

"May the path of the Spirit Masters of our continent endure forever."

The powerful spectators nodded excitedly, their eyes filled with anticipation.

At that very moment—

a streak of sword light tore through the sky and landed upon a side peak.

"Senior Dugu speaks well. This junior arrived late."

Li Zhexian arrived gracefully together with Qian Renxue.

The moment the white-robed youth appeared,

the experts standing solemnly upon the mountain peaks all smiled and cupped their hands in greeting.

The Spirit Masters watching below bowed in unison.

What had happened at the sea had already spread back to Heaven Dou.

Who did not know—

that Sword Wine Douluo had defeated the invincible ruler of the ocean with a single sword, and had even slain a god?

Strictly speaking,

this generation was not without a peerless powerhouse.

The white-robed youth before them was an existence far beyond peerless.

It was only that if he personally entered the fray, the martial tournament would lose all suspense.

Li Zhexian’s arrival

made the atmosphere of this world grow even heavier and more fervent.

After all, this Heavenly Ridge Martial Tournament was being conducted under the gaze of a god-level powerhouse, destined to leave a bold, indelible mark in history.

Li Zhexian noticed the Spirit Master holding a writing brush.

With a thought, a wisp of sword qi transformed into a crystal-like barrier that enveloped him and lifted him to the center of the battlefield.

For that Spirit Master to have lived this long was no easy thing.

Now, with the barrier in place,

he could finally record this world-shaking battle in peace.

"Thank you, Lord Sword Wine!" the Spirit Master cried out gratefully, then immediately bent over his work, writing furiously as ink flew across the page.

"Zhexian..."

Qian Daoliu gazed toward the white-robed youth and smiled in greeting.

Li Zhexian gave a slight nod, raised two fingers like a sword, and slashed through the air.

Clang!

A sword cry like spring thunder exploded forth, announcing the official start of the Heavenly Ridge Martial Tournament.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wave after wave of majestic aura erupted as figures crossed like flashes of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, several experts had already exchanged dozens of moves, their surging energy scattering like falling starlight.

On a side peak, Falling Devil was searching for Fifteen Ton.

Among the many powerful figures present today, he knew his strength was slightly inferior.

Yet at the instant that thought arose—

countless streams of wind condensed into tens of thousands of sword shadows, slashing down toward him.

"Hahahaha! I am Feng Bailong!"

The attack came too fast—so fast that it surpassed Falling Devil’s ability to react.

The moment the Spirit Rings beneath his feet began to glow, before he could even raise his Coiling Dragon Staff, the sword light had already cleaved before his eyes.

In the instant before colliding with the staff,

the sword light suddenly shattered, transforming into a violent burst of wind.

It flung both man and staff violently away.

When Falling Devil staggered back to his feet clutching his aching chest,

he discovered in shock that he had already been hurled beyond the battlefield.

"Feng Bailong!"

He pointed toward a distant mountain peak and roared through clenched teeth, his voice full of grievance and fury: "You’re a damn sneaky one!"

Feng Bailong gave a faint smile, and his figure dispersed once more, drifting freely into the flowing wind.

Who cares about the rest?

This was his sword dao!

In this martial tournament, he sought not the title of invincibility—only exhilaration!

If he could take down a few, then so be it!

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