Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 742: Encountering Emperor Jiang Again

Chapter 742: Encountering Emperor Jiang Again

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“Heh heh~”

A hoarse, sinister laugh came from inside the coffin.

That familiar feeling grew ever more real, causing Chen Huaian to frown.

“Is my sword still to your liking?!”

Boom—!!!

The heavy coffin lid was struck by some invisible force, tearing with a screech of metal as it suddenly burst upward.

It flipped and smashed into the darkness beyond, producing a dull, thunderous crash that made the entire Demon Sealing Pagoda tremble slightly.

Its five fingers were gaunt and long, the nails sharp and black, gripping the icy rim of the coffin with a vise-like hold.

Then another equally pale hand followed.

Pushing with his arms, a tall, stiff figure slowly propped his upper body out of the coffin’s darkness.

A tattered black imperial robe wrapped that body that seemed to be carved from cold jade.

The menacing dragon embroidery on the robe had long since faded and decayed.

His skull slowly lifted, and that face…

Chen Huaian would never forget it.

That face had almost killed him once—if not for procuring a talisman from the Electronic Girlfriend system.

By now, the grass on his grave would be five zhang tall!

The figure inside the coffin wore the imperial crown and dragon robe.

In his deep eye sockets burned two pale green ghostly flames.

In the very center of his forehead was driven a soul-binding nail.

It was none other than the Corpse Emperor Jiang.

But compared with the Corpse Emperor Jiang he had encountered previously in Tianfu District, the Emperor Jiang before him now was incomparably stronger.

Perhaps it had something to do with the nail on his forehead?

The previous Emperor Jiang had nails all over his face, a kind of bizarre, niche aesthetic.

But this Emperor Jiang had a single nail at his brow.

Could that mean Emperor Jiang’s power had been fully unleashed?

Chen Huaian pondered.

Corpse Emperor Jiang slowly stood up and stepped out of the giant coffin.

Thud, thud, thud—!

His footsteps were heavy, and with each step a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.

The cold rot and overwhelming corpse aura poured through the pagoda like an overpowering tide, filling the base of the Demon Sealing Pagoda, many times stronger than the earlier dragon and tiger remnant.

Emperor Jiang raised his gaze, his sharp ghostly eyes radiating imperial majesty as they locked onto Chen Huaian.

He slowly lifted his right hand.

Hum—!

A long sword with an archaic design, its blade flowing with dim, cold light, silently appeared in his hand.

Chen Huaian glanced at that sword.

Oh, what a coincidence.

It was his concubine sword—the River Sinker.

Although he seldom favored the River Sinker.

He only brought it out when he needed to disguise his identity.

“Is my sword still to your liking?!”

Emperor Jiang spoke again, his voice like the nine Nether cold winds sweeping over a pile of bones.

Chen Huaian instinctively swept his Divine Sense to his Storage Ring—there, the River Sinker he had seized from Emperor Jiang’s avatar half a year ago was visibly dimming at a noticeable speed.

The blade quickly crawled with mottled red rust, its spiritual light extinguished, and in the blink of an eye it turned into scrap metal.

Yet the sword in Emperor Jiang’s hand pulsed with intense bloodlight, as if it had absorbed some immense power.

The blade hummed, exuding a terrifying ferocity.

Alright.

This time he was facing the real, genuine version.

Even the River Sinker that had already submitted to him had been assimilated.

He recalled Corpse Emperor Jiang’s history, confirming at least that the man was a capable emperor in life, and now possessed awareness—communication might be possible.

“Corpse Emperor Jiang!” Chen Huaian tightened his grip on the Black Scales Sword, the tip of the blade tilting slightly up as he said coldly, “I am the Dragon Soul inheritor, here to track the traces of Fierce Beasts and auspicious beasts, to fulfill Ancestral Dragon’s mission! You…”

“Mission? Hahaha!” Emperor Jiang’s laugh suddenly cut Chen Huaian off.

That laugh was like a night-owl’s wail, shrill and deranged.

It dripped with mockery and scorn… and a faint, almost imperceptible sorrow.

“Dragon Soul inheritor? Ridiculous! Pathetic!

The mission you chase is nothing but a colossal joke!”

His pale green ghost eyes stared fixedly at Chen Huaian, each syllable like an ice spike drilling into bone: “You cannot win! You will never win!

In the end…

You will only, like those bones lying at your feet—

Become a mote of dust in this endless cycle.

A complete… utter failure!”

As Corpse Emperor Jiang spoke, Chen Huaian felt a blur over his vision.

The Demon Sealing Pagoda’s inky darkness, the ruined stone walls, the slain dragon and tiger carcasses… all the scenes twisted and dissolved like ink paintings dropped into boiling water, the ink flaking off in ragged strips.

A cold wind, heavy with blood and the stench of rotting corpses, suddenly slammed into his nostrils.

The stone floor beneath his feet was no longer cold rock.

It was sticky mud soaked through with dark red blood.

Chen Huaian scanned his surroundings and his heart sank hard.

Where the Demon Sealing Pagoda had stood, there was now nothing.

He stood upon a boundless, lifeless battlefield.

The sky was leaden gray, hanging low and oppressive.

As far as the eye could see lay broken weapons, shattered armor, and mountains of bones.

Some were human, some belonged to demonic beasts, and many were twisted, unrecognizable limbs.

White bones covered the ground, stretching out to the dim horizon.

Rotting banners flapped uselessly in the moaning wind, tearing fabric noises accompanying them. A few jet-black crows perched atop the piled skulls, tilting their heads and staring coldly with blood-red eyes at the small figure below.

The corpses lay thick on the land, and the stench of death filled the air.

Emperor Jiang’s silhouette emerged without sound atop a peak of countless huge bones.

He held the bloodlit River Sinker, reigning over this land of death like its sovereign, looking down at the intruder. His pale green gaze pierced the drifting corpse miasma and locked onto Chen Huaian with chilling clarity.

Chen Huaian tightened his sword hand, his knuckles whitening slightly.

Cangyun Realm cultivators in the Void Fusion Realm can form their own miniature worlds; in combat, pulling an enemy cultivator into one’s own miniature world can seize the advantage. Earth Star Ascenders in what they call the Void Shattering realm can only form a Domain, which is far inferior to a miniature world.

To leave a Domain is not the same as leaving a miniature world.

Which is easier goes without saying.

He could sense that this place was neither a Domain nor a miniature world.

It was some intermediate state…

How to describe it?

This was a half-world belonging to the Corpse Emperor Jiang.

Corpse Emperor Jiang was very powerful.

But more than that, Chen Huaian cared about what Jiang had just said.

Why was the other so certain that Ancestral Dragon’s plan was a joke?

Chen Huaian stared at Emperor Jiang atop the bone mound.

His voice cut through the deathly silence of the battlefield: “Why?”

The frozen, menacing smile at Emperor Jiang’s mouth twitched inward a fraction.

His cold, indifferent voice sounded like a funeral bell: “Because—”

He slowly raised the River Sinker in his hand, the sword tip pointing directly at Chen Huaian.

“Now, you will die!”

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