[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi":3,"chapter-douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-366":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Douluo: The Exiled Immortal Descends, Sword and Wine Slay the Gods",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1550581,2014,"Chapter 366 - 366 — Stars: The Return of Space–Time Sword Intent! Tempering the Heart in the Mortal World, a Lifetime in an Instant","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-366",366,"\u003Cp>Li Zhexian staggered back several steps, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An illusion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the gaze of that white-robed youth—why did it stir such inexplicable unease… and familiarity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not explain it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only that something deep within him had been lightly touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed youth in the puddle was worlds apart from the weather-beaten shell he now wore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian stood frozen for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only when the night wind carried a bone-chilling cold that he was dragged out of that strange daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent down—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And retrieved the small wooden sword from the puddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very instant his fingertips touched the damp grain of the wood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The east had already begun to pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first ray of morning light pierced through the darkness before dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reflected upon the wooden sword's blade, still beaded with water droplets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian subconsciously turned his wrist slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden sword scooped forward along with that ray of dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miraculously, that pure, warm morning light seemed truly to be \"gathered\" upon the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It condensed without dispersing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even faintly emitted a clear, resonant hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weng—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vibration that only he could perceive traveled from the wooden sword into his palm, then straight into the lake of his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The starlight he had previously sensed, its lingering residual energy and intent, resonated mysteriously with the warm, living morning light upon the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One originated beyond the heavens—aloof and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was born of the mortal world—vigorous and warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two utterly different \"lights\" intertwined through the sword in his hand, merging into a faint yet unmistakable intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no longer merely distant stellar power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had taken root in the mortal world—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet transcended the mundane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wholly new realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of insight struck Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought two fingers together and wiped them across the blade that held the condensed light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then slashed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword glow like starlight flashed and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several meters away, a centipede crawling along a stone wall suddenly froze—then silently split into two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cut was smooth as a mirror, faint light still shimmering at the break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian stared blankly at his own palm, then at the severed insect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still could not remember who he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that long-lost sense of reality—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was quietly returning,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>born from that newborn sword intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, mist still lingering,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian walked up to the storyteller and the Spirit Master as they packed their belongings, clasping his hands in farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, this junior will take his leave here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Master looked surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These past days, I thank you for letting me read the night rains of the jianghu, and listen to the lives of others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian gazed into the distance, his eyes noticeably clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have heard ten thousand volumes of stories. Now—it is time to walk my ten thousand miles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller studied him closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his lifetime, he had seen countless people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Sword Wine was a bright moon he could only look up to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Li Chen before him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they first met, he had lost all memory, yet was like a pearl buried in dust, harboring hidden brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But over these two-plus months,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had nearly watched with his own eyes as the boy was soaked through by worldly dust, becoming more slick and worldly than many jianghu drifters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed of it was startling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a sheet of paper that was too clean was easier for any color to stain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he felt something had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not say exactly what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only that deep in those eyes, there was a hint of calm clarity that had not been there yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller placed his scroll into his travel bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go, young man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not lose the self that belongs in your story, while searching for the story that belongs to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's heart trembled inexplicably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clasped his hands once more toward the storyteller and the Spirit Master, then turned away, stepping through the morning dew toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller watched the young man's retreating figure until it vanished into the mist, then let out a soft sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Master could not help asking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do you sigh, sir?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller unfolded the folding fan he carried with him, sweeping aside the morning fog before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May your journey be high and long—first see yourself, then see heaven and earth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fan closed, the man departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the lingering echo remained, reverberating through the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian entered the mortal world alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he carried a sincere heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever he saw injustice, he would step in to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted fallen elders from the roadside, shared his dry rations with the hungry in remote villages, and even stood up for singing girls who were being humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He performed many small acts of kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word of thanks made him feel that he was touching a human world that still held warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the jianghu was like a vast sea, its waves surging without rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soon discovered…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day, countless joys and sorrows unfolded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cry of a newborn child in the eastern quarter, and the silent death of an old man in a broken shack on West Street, often happened almost simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The festive wedding suona in the southern city could not drown out the wails of families destroyed in the northern alleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good and evil, joy and grief, life and death—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they washed over him densely and without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, he began to feel powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today he saved one person; tomorrow, another tragedy would unfold elsewhere—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like trying to drain the sea with bare hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some unknown point, Li Zhexian stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer intervened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he became a purely detached observer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood at the head of a bridge,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>watching wedding processions pass by in jubilant celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lingered at the end of an alley,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>watching enemies hack an entire family to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Birth, death, union, separation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all of it merely reflected in his eyes, no longer stirring any ripples in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his figure began to blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time accelerated around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While others felt autumn had yet to turn bleak, he already sensed the biting chill of winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus he wandered the mortal world with cold, distant eyes, for who knew how many years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until one snowy night—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw a child crying over a sparrow that had frozen to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That crying shook his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What am I doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why have I become so numb… so inhuman?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jolted awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill surged up from deep within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If even my emotions are gone, how can I reclaim memories that carry warmth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I feel nothing for the mortal world, how can I comprehend the supreme path?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the storyteller's final words—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do not lose the self that belongs in your story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did he understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had nearly lost was the heart of being human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day on, he reached out once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer seeking any result or meaning—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acted simply because his heart urged him to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He helped merchant caravans push their carts through snowstorms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chopped firewood for poor farmers to last the winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even expended his Spirit Power to warm a frozen vagrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely enough—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he stopped clinging to being an \"observer\" or an \"intervener,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and instead followed his heart to act and to feel—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Spirit Power he had not sensed for so long began to flow again, like a spring thaw, growing steadily deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single day felt like a year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through every small act of kindness, he gained insight and growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's strength returned quietly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in a solid, grounded way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine Realm Plaza\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Power over time and space—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a lifetime in a single instant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of Destruction tilted his head toward Ji Dong and said in a deep voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Evil, you overstepped.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji Dong frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When did I overstep?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the Evil God King. I left an inheritance ground in the mortal world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Li Zhexian simply happened upon it, blessed by fortune—what does that have to do with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of Destruction spoke slowly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was it not you who deliberately arranged those mortal joys and sorrows, so that Li Zhexian might gain enlightenment?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Destruction, even as a Law Enforcer, you cannot slander a God King.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji Dong turned to the God of Asura:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Asura, you are also a Law Enforcer. Have I overstepped?\"?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Asura God replied calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Destruction, if you care so much about gods meddling in mortal affairs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>perhaps you should question the Sea God instead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He directly guided a divine inheritance token that had fallen into the mortal world—straight to his chosen successor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1490,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.445Z",1,"novelbin.me","dc2ce07a74b0cae9e78cc71e22c3c8d230ca31670df620ee7b027939df3e0cf4","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-367","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-365",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]