Chapter 530: Li Zhexian Finally Makes His Move! 'If I Say This Scene Is a Pity, Then That Is the Will of Heaven' (Side Story)

Chapter 530: Chapter 530: Li Zhexian Finally Makes His Move! “If I Say This Scene Is a Pity, Then That Is the Will of Heaven” (Side Story)

"Sorry, Brother Zhexian... I’ve let you down."

Huo Yuhao spoke with clear frustration in his voice.

Li Zhexian had already said long ago—

although a projection of him would appear here, he would not help Huo Yuhao fight.

Otherwise, the whole point of tempering himself would be lost.

At the time, Huo Yuhao had readily agreed, brimming with confidence.

But the situation now...required Li Zhexian to step in.

Everyone present first looked at Huo Yuhao—then turned toward the white-robed youth.

A Class 10 soul tool.

This was power that surpassed the mortal world.

Even a Limit Douluo could likely do no more than barely protect themselves.

Could this mysterious young man in white really stop a Class 10 soul tool?

Mu En felt a faint sense of anticipation rise within him. For someone known as the Light Holy Dragon, such emotion was extremely rare.

Yet he was genuinely curious about this youth.

"Your Excellency Zhexianshould be able to withstand the Death God Tower."

The crimson light radiating from the tower reflected across Ye Xishui’s face, making her red lips look as though they had been painted with blood. Her entire aura appeared wicked and sinister.

She looked directly at Li Zhexian.

It was the first time she had spoken to him.

"I don’t know whether you’re some hidden prodigy who never entered the world... or an old monster living in seclusion in the mountains."

"But judging by how you nurtured Huo Yuhao and cured Mu En, you clearly possess some extraordinary means."

She leaned forward slightly, looking down with an air of superiority.

The smile on her lips grew wider and more arrogant.

"So what if you are a god!"

"The rules of the mortal world suppress gods!"

"What can you possibly do to me?!"

Her words were overwhelmingly domineering.

Hearing them, the gathered experts felt chills run through their hearts, their despair deepening.

Pfft!

Just as the atmosphere became oppressive and silent, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out.

Everyone turned toward the sound.

Skydream Iceworm clutched his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.

"Hahahahaha! Sorry, sorry—I really couldn’t hold it in!"

"Brother Zhexian, how long has it been since someone dared talk to you like that?"

Li Zhexian flicked Skydream lightly with a finger from his shoulder.

Then he turned his head toward Huo Yuhao.

"You’ve done well. I’m quite satisfied."

One could not demand too much from a young man.

After all, when he himself had been young and reckless, he had done more than a few shocking things.

Back then, several seniors had guided and supported him.

Now—

he had become the senior.

A youth understands the hardships of youth.

I have walked through storms sharp as blades—so I am willing to hold up a roof of peace for those who come after.

Huo Yuhao let out a long breath and bowed respectfully.

Li Zhexian’s gaze then shifted toward Ye Xishui.

A faint smile lingered on his handsome face.

"A senior in my family loves to wield the brush and ink; this Death God Tower is just barely suitable to serve as a paperweight."

He raised a hand and beckoned.

The Death God Tower, which had plunged countless experts into despair—

suddenly peeled away from the void.

The moment Li Zhexian’s fingers closed slightly—

it transformed into a streak of dark crimson light and obediently landed in his palm.

The tower’s body was now only an inch tall, completely devoid of its former ferocity.

—

—

Silence fell over the battlefield.

One stunned gaze after another focused on the white-robed youth whose every gesture seemed effortless and elegant.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Li Zhexian glanced at the miniature tower resting in his palm, his gaze calm and indifferent.

Then he looked up at the ruined world around them.

"This scene before us... is rather unfortunate."

"And if I say it is unfortunate—"

"then that is the will of heaven."

He pressed his fingers together like a sword and swept them casually across the void.

A chaotic sword light was unleashed. Wherever the sword light passed, the sounds of the Great Dao echoed through the heavens and earth.

Time began to flow backward.

The sea of lava cooled, solidified, and surged back up into towering mountains at a visible rate.

Upon the charred and hardened rock surfaces, a moist luster seeped out; soil manifested from thin air, and tender green grass shoots poked through, growing into lush meadows. Trees sprouted from the ground, reverting into an ancient, primeval forest within a few breaths.

As the wind blew, it no longer carried the scent of sulfur and death, but the freshness of vegetation.

Those powerful experts who had been harvested by the Death God Tower were also retrieved from the river of time.

They stood there blankly, their empty gazes quickly regaining clarity.

Even their dissipated Spirit Power and torn clothing had returned to how they once were.

Cracks in space were smoothed over.

The violent shockwaves of energy faded into nothingness.

In only a short moment—

the mountains and rivers were restored, living beings reunited, and the sky returned to calm serenity.

It was as if the earth-shattering battle—one that had drawn upon the full power of Limit Douluos and claimed countless lives—had never happened at all.

"I... I’m alive again..."

Zhongli Wu stared down at his own hands. His expression shifted from confusion to ecstatic joy.

Li Zhexian raised an eyebrow and glanced in his direction.

Under his gaze—

time and space twisted freely, and causality itself bent to his will.

Zhongli Wu was instantly erased where he stood.

In his place remained a golden grass seed, floating quietly in the air.

Li Zhexian reached out, took the seed, and tossed it toward the still-frozen Huo Yuhao.

"Hold onto it properly this time."

...

A long silence followed.

One stunned gaze after another stared at the white-robed youth who had already taken out a wine gourd and tilted his head back to drink.

Gulp...

At that moment—

the sound of someone swallowing hard rang out loudly in the needle-drop silence.

Everyone finally regained their senses.

Looking at the lush mountain range around them, stormy waves surged within their hearts.

What level of power was this?!

With a mere gesture, he had seized a Class 10 soul tool, the Death God Tower.

With a single thought, he had restored the devastated world.

By comparison—

erasing Zhongli Wu with nothing but a glance seemed almost trivial.

The same thought surfaced in the minds of the countless experts present.

This white-robed youth is a god.

Huo Yuhao truly has a god backing him.

"Elder Mu..."

Xuan Zi and the other Shrek experts looked at Mu En, stunned.

Until this moment, none of them had known the identity of the white-robed youth.

They had only wondered why Mu En and Huo Yuhao treated him with such respect.

Now they understood.

The white-robed youth was a god.

"A divine miracle..."

Mu En’s heart trembled.

Just as he had suspected, Li Zhexian truly was a Transcendent Immortal. Among gods, he must also be an extremely powerful existence.

"Hmph, gods are nothing!"

Hearing the shocked murmurs all around, Skydream Iceworm placed his hands on his hips and lifted his chin proudly.

"Even if all the gods in the heavens were tied together, they wouldn’t even be qualified to carry Brother Zhexian’s shoes!"

These words were like a thunderclap, leaving everyone dazed and dazzled.

Huo Yuhao cupped his hands and said, "I have troubled you, Brother Zhexian."

Li Zhexian waved his hand casually, revealing a look of interest.

The real show is about to begin.

Huo Yuhao shook his head with a helpless smile.

His Brother Zhexian roamed freely through the endless void and had witnessed countless magnificent wonders.

Yet strangely—

he seemed rather interested in the old grudges of the previous generation.

Huo Yuhao glanced at Yan Shaozhe, who still hadn’t recovered from the shock of Li Zhexian’s intervention, and sighed quietly.

Dean...

Your part of the story is coming soon.

I wonder if you’ll be able to handle it.

With that thought passing through his mind, Huo Yuhao turned his gaze toward the pale-faced Ye Xishui and spoke calmly.

"Ye Xishui."

"The Death God Tower may have broken through the limits of the mortal world... but did you ever consider what kind of supreme power was presiding here today?"

"All the people from the past are present."

"The old debt you’ve buried in your heart for a hundred years—"

"the one that has long since rotted into poison..."

"Aren’t you finally going to tell the truth?"