Skydream's voice trembled with excitement.
The Ice Empress and Snow Empress remained silent.
Yet through their spiritual link, the tension they felt was transmitted clearly into Li Zhexian's heart.
"This matter… even I do not yet know,"
Li Zhexian said after a moment's contemplation.
"How exactly the rules of the Divine Realm define your existence, and whether there is room for compromise, can only be determined after I personally set foot there."
A thought stirred, and Huo Yuhao came to mind.
When the latter ultimately inherited the position of the God of Emotions, it seemed he had transformed Skydream Ice Worm and the Ice and Snow Empresses into one of the seven emotions and six desires—
a form akin to "subsidiary gods," thereby circumventing the rules.
"Brother Skydream, Senior Snow Empress, Senior Ice Empress—rest assured,"
Li Zhexian's voice was gentle yet resolute as it echoed into the anxious sea of consciousness shared by the three great Spirit Beasts.
"I promised that we would ascend to the Divine Realm together, and I will keep that promise."
A few breaths later—
"Alright." Skydream and the Ice and Snow Empresses were no longer anxious.
The youth had never once disappointed them.
Buzz—
Buzz—
The Qinglian Sword trembled ever more violently, pulling Li Zhexian's thoughts back.
Within the pillar of light, his mind grew tranquil, all external clamor cut away.
At this moment,
there was only the sword in Li Zhexian's eyes.
He did not rush to create the eleventh sword.
Instead, he looked back upon his past.
His intent receded like the ebbing tide.
He no longer clung to swaying stars, blazing frost, or flowing wind… nor did he deliberately maintain the vastness of time or the immensity of mortal dust.
Rather, he reduced all the sword intents he had ever comprehended into their most basic essence.
And with absolute resolve, he cast them into a void constructed by thought alone.
This void
was not empty.
It was the boundary between existence and nonexistence—the most primordial state of chaos before all things were born.
Here,
there was no up or down, no left or right, no past or future, no rules, no concepts.
What existed…
was only an "origin" that contained infinite possibilities.
This was the Primordial Beginning.
At the instant his mind merged with this "Primordial Realm,"
a flash of insight—like the first light that split heaven and earth—illuminated his sea of consciousness.
He saw:
The Stellar Sword Intent was the manifestation of condensation and radiance.
The Blazing Frost Sword Intent was the opposition of heat and cold.
The Mortal World Sword Intent was a floating tapestry woven from reunion and parting.
Even something as profound as time shed its mystery here—it was merely the essence of "flow" measured by the scale of "marks," the first annotation inscribed by order upon chaos…
All things share the same source.
All laws return to one origin.
Every sword intent Li Zhexian had ever comprehended—regardless of strength or attribute—could be traced back.
In the end, they all returned to this primordial chaos,
finding their shared origin and foundation.
At this moment,
Li Zhexian's aura was no longer the sharp brilliance of any specific sword intent.
It became instead a silence and inclusiveness akin to primordial chaos itself.
He drew his sword.
Using the blade as a guide,
he gently pointed forward.
Toward that void where the sword tip rested,
a point of absolute "nothingness" was stirred.
Immediately after, within that absolute "nothing," a thread of "something" was born out of thin air.
Within that tiny glimmer of light unfolded at once the birth and destruction of stars, the interweaving of blazing frost, the flow of gentle wind… the passage of time, the myriad forms of mortal existence.
This was the Primordial Sword Intent.
It was an authority close to the source itself—a beginning of creation, and the ultimate end of return.
One step beyond the Primordial Beginning,
and one could create all laws from nothing, forging a perfectly complete world.
"The Eleventh Form of the Qinglian Sword Song—"
"Primordial Ruins."
"It is complete."
Li Zhexian sheathed his sword.
The aura like the origin point of the universe slowly withdrew.
He turned his awareness inward.
Eleven of the twelve sword-bones at the Great Vertebra had already condensed sword intent.
"After setting foot in the Divine Realm,"
"perhaps I should be a little more assertive."
"Since I bear the karmic burden of Spirit Beasts, if I remain overly humble and keep retreating, it would instead make me seem weak and easy to bully."
With a thought from Li Zhexian,
the eleven sword intents rose together, stacking beneath his feet to form an eleven-colored Qinglian of sword intent.
At the same time,
the faith of all living beings and the aura of auspicious fortune had grown so dense that they manifested as tangible golden clouds and purple radiance, coiling around his body and making him appear ever more transcendent.
This scene, like a divine miracle,
caused the people gazing up across the continent to prostrate themselves with even greater devotion.
Li Zhexian lifted his gaze.
His eyes now pierced through the boundary between realms, faintly discerning a corner of the divine palaces of the Divine Realm, as well as five towering figures standing before the assembled gods.
He lowered his eyes.
Looking toward the familiar faces of the lower world—
"Zhuqing, Sister Yan, Brother Tianheng…"
"Senior Chen Xin, Senior Dugu, Senior Feng…"
"I will go on ahead to the Divine Realm, and wait there for your arrival."
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The instant his words fell,
all the Spirit Power within his body transformed completely into divine power.
The Spirit Power buried deep within his flesh, blood, and bones was fully awakened, pushing his level to the unreachable hundredth rank beyond the mortal realm.
Amid the resonant hum, the Qinglian Sword and the Clear Spring Wine Gourd manifested at his left and right.
Upon the Qinglian Sword,
nine Spirit Rings shimmered with flowing radiance.
And at their outermost edge,
a sword-shaped divine ring—seemingly cast from molten gold and condensing supreme sword dao—was born in blazing splendor.
As for the Clear Spring Wine Gourd, which had possessed only seven rings after absorbing the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's Spirit Ring—
at this moment, wine flowed steadily from its spout.
The wine condensed without dispersing,
forming three crystal-clear divine Spirit Rings, each containing an inner cosmos.
At this very moment,
Li Zhexian stood upon the Qinglian, wrapped in golden clouds and purple radiance, with a sword on one side and a wine gourd on the other.
The vast divine might he released unintentionally was so overwhelming that even Qian Renxue—already a first-class god—felt her breathing grow sluggish.
Within the sea of divine consciousness, everything transformed into a vast ocean of radiant gold.
Skydream swam and tumbled within it, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise:
"Something's not right!"
"According to legend, reaching level 100 only forms a single divine ring—yet Brother Zhexian's wine gourd has three!"
As the spirit soul of the wine-type Martial Soul, the Ice Empress sensed carefully and exclaimed in awe: "Zhexian's foundation is simply monstrous!"
"Before reaching level 100, his life level had already leapt to the divine tier!"
"That's why he could break convention and refine all remaining Spirit Rings into divine-grade ones!"
"And moreover…"
"Zhexian's newly comprehended sword intent seems to have allowed us to bypass the restrictions of the Divine Realm."
The Snow Empress raised her slender hand,
feeling the sublimation of her own life essence. Light surged within her icy eyes. "We've become gods."
"Hahahaha! I've become a god!" The Skydream Ice Worm planted his hands on his hips and laughed loudly within the sea of divine consciousness.
As the ascent continued higher and higher,
the entire outline of the Douluo world unfolded fully before Li Zhexian's eyes.
Beyond the continent he knew,
on the far side of the endless ocean,
three more vast continents rose and fell.
When he reached a certain intangible boundary, it was as though he passed through a soft, delicate membrane.
In that instant,
all traces of mortal Spirit Power vanished completely.
In their place came a purer, more ethereal power imbued with the aura of laws—divinity itself.
Li Zhexian stood firmly upon the land of the Divine Realm.
Looking ahead at the five God Kings waiting there, a smile rose to his lips as he cupped his hands calmly.
"My name is Li Zhexian. Greetings to you all."
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