Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 809: Chen Huai'an's Boundary

Chapter 809: Chen Huai'an's Boundary

This appearance genuinely gave Chen Huaian pause for a moment.

Weren't Auspicious Beasts supposed to care a lot about their image?

But looking at the Vermilion Bird's state, it seemed even more beastly than the Fierce Beasts...

"Dragon Soul Inheritor!"

Before Chen Huaian could speak, a miserable wail already rose from the skewer being roasted: "Save me! If you're any later, my soul will be eaten! Then the Taotie won't be able to revive... Help—!"

Oh...

Chen Huaian snapped back to reality.

Skewered on that stick was this Demon Sealing Pagoda's ancient Fierce Beast.

Zhu Huai — the memory from the depths of his soul pieced together the name of this ancient Fierce Beast.

Zhu Huai was clearly not as powerful as the previous Fierce Beasts, otherwise it wouldn't be bullied to this state by the Vermilion Bird's Physical Shell.

The one sitting cross-legged there was not the complete form of the Vermilion Bird.

Although she looked magnificent with splendid feathers and a massive frame, seemingly unharmed, there wasn't a trace of an Auspicious Beast's aura on her. Her crimson eyes were hollow and cold, containing only the most primal desire — to eat.

The Vermilion Bird was very hungry right now.

She was following the most basic instinct, having caught Zhu Huai and preparing to roast it for a meal.

Just not sure where she learned it.

The eating method was actually skewering the prey and roasting it over a fire.

Could it be the Azure Dragon?

Chen Huaian drew his sword. Whether to save Zhu Huai or to help the Vermilion Bird recover, a fierce battle was inevitable.

"Although you are the Azure Dragon's sweetheart..."

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.

"My apologies!"

Void Fusion Realm, True Essence boiled like an ocean.

With one sword thrust, behind Chen Huaian it was as if towering waves surged, faintly one could hear the sound of a flood dragon breaking through the sea.

"Long Wind Breaks Waves!"

Roar—!

Silver-white Sword Qi transformed into a long dragon, wrapped around the Black Scales Sword, roaring forth, directly striking at the Vermilion Bird's throat.

The Vermilion Bird seemed to sense a threat in this sword strike, casually tossing Zhu Huai onto the ground, then kicking it with a hind leg, sending Zhu Huai tumbling into the nest behind her to hide.

Probably planning to have a nice extra meal after dealing with Chen Huaian.

Facing Chen Huaian's sword strike.

A fierce glint flashed in the Vermilion Bird's eyes as she let out a sharp shriek.

Scree—!

She spread her wings.

A Samadhi True Fire, blazing white tinged with pale gold, gushed forth, not directly charging at the Sword Qi, but splashing across the entire space like flung ink!

Sizzle—!

The Sword Qi dragon collided with the True Fire, making an intense steaming sound. Although it cleaved an opening through the flames, the True Fire seemed endless, instantly sealing the gap, instead rolling back along the Sword Qi.

Even more terrifying was that where the flames landed, the very void seemed to ignite.

The entire upper level of the Demon Sealing Pagoda visibly transformed into a blazing white sea of fire, the temperature skyrocketing, even the air distorting and boiling.

"Senior Chen..."

Outside the Demon Sealing Pagoda, Hua Jin the True One watched the sea of fire overflowing from the pagoda's peak, her heart shaken.

A single spark fell, and within moments it melted the rock where it landed, and the fire showed no sign of extinguishing.

She reached out to touch the flame. The flame seemed alive, trying to entangle itself around her. The True Essence on her hand was rapidly devoured, startling her into pulling back, completely severing her True Essence from the flame. Yet, even that momentary contact made her feel a burning pain.

Remember, she was at the Feathered Transformation Realm!

"This is... Samadhi True Fire!"

Hua Jin the True One's pupils contracted slightly.

Samadhi True Fire is also called Immortal Fire. Since it's Immortal Fire, naturally only Immortals can use it, only they can resist it.

A mortal body before Samadhi True Fire is merely firewood.

"The guardian beast of this final Demon Sealing Pagoda actually mastered Samadhi True Fire? No..." Hua Jin the True One gritted her teeth. "Senior Chen is definitely no match for that guardian beast. I must go help the senior..."

She looked ahead at Lin Fan, still battling Chen Niu.

Then she looked at the premium Celestial Jade Marrow about to be born.

Her heart was filled with conflict.

How important Celestial Jade Marrow was went without saying.

If she went to support Senior Chen, then this piece of premium Celestial Jade Marrow would probably have nothing to do with her.

After brief contemplation, Hua Jin the True One still made a decision.

"Celestial Jade Marrow can be snatched back if taken, but Senior Chen cannot die!"

"Wang Shouyi!" She turned her head to instruct. "From now on, you command the disciples of Kunlun Immortal Palace. Absolutely do not rashly attack for the premium Celestial Jade Marrow. That variable's strength is formidable. Without me, you cannot handle it at all. You just need to follow Senior Zhang and Senior Gu, don't concern yourself with anything else!"

"Then... Your Eminence, what about you?" Wang Shouyi felt a vague worry in his heart.

But Hua Jin had already drawn her sword and taken flight, heading towards the final Demon Sealing Pagoda.

Leaving only a low shout behind: "To save someone!"

...

Inside the Demon Sealing Pagoda.

"Ow roar! Hot hot hot! I'm cooked, I'm cooked!"

Even kicked deep into the nest, Zhu Huai's miserable screams still pierced through the flames.

Within the sea of fire, countless fist-sized blazing white fireballs separated, transforming into small Vermilion Birds with sharp beaks and claws, fearlessly charging at Chen Huaian from all directions like moths to a flame. Their numbers were immense, endless. Each time they were extinguished by Sword light, they would reform from the sea of fire.

Chen Huaian's sword danced like a wheel, the Black Scales Sword drawing arcs of cold light, cutting down the approaching small Vermilion Birds one after another, but more firebirds rushed forward wave after wave.

His mind raced, sensing something off about the spatial rules around him. The flow of the flames carried a certain cyclical, unceasing rhythm — this was no longer a simple sea of fire, but he had been pulled into the "Flame World" constructed by the Vermilion Bird's instinct. Within this world, her True Fire was nearly eternal and unextinguishable.

This kind of world was essentially equivalent to the miniature worlds condensed by Cangyun Realm cultivators.

Demons of the Cangyun Realm couldn't condense miniature worlds.

But the Vermilion Bird, after all, did not belong to the Cangyun Realm, clearly not bound by its rules.

Her world had already silently descended and enveloped everything.

Having reached the Void Fusion Realm, Chen Huaian could also condense his own miniature world, a world unique to his main body.

He just wasn't clear yet about the relationship between the miniature world condensed by his main body on Earth Star and the one condensed by his avatar in the Cangyun Realm.

Was it directly inheriting the avatar's miniature world?

Would that miniature world contain the Moon Shadow Sect?

But facing the formidable Vermilion Bird, he clearly wasn't allowed to ponder further.

"A world, huh..." Chen Huaian's eyes turned sharp. "Then let's see whose world is harder!"

He hesitated no longer, simply taking a deep breath.

Swoosh—!

The Sword Intent around his body no longer expanded outward, but instead contracted inward, extreme sharpness converging to a single point.

Then — it erupted.

There was no earth-shattering sound, just a replacement of "existence."

Centered on Chen Huaian, the blazing white sea of fire was silently erased like a fading painting.

Replacing it, a completely different world quietly descended.

The sky was high and vast, but not blue with white clouds. Instead, it was composed of countless dense, flowing transparent sword patterns. The sunlight was billions of miniature Sword rays.

The ground beneath his feet was solid. Looking closely, every grain of sand had distinct edges and corners, gleaming with a metallic luster, piled from dust-like sword fragments. In the distance, mountain ranges rose and fell, their bodies massive rocks embedded with ancient swords. A long river rushed, its water a flowing liquid of Sword Intent.

Every blade of grass and every tree was condensed from Sword Qi, emitting clear, melodious sword chimes as they swayed in the wind.

In this world, all things were swords. Sword Intent was the law.

Chen Huaian stood atop a sword peak, his robes fluttering without wind.

He did not hold a sword, because in this world, he himself was the strongest sword.

With a thought, the flowing river of Sword Intent beneath his feet soared into the sky, transforming into a silver sword dragon with fierce scales, roaring as it charged towards the remaining flames. A light tap of his fingertip, and a distant sword mountain disintegrated with a boom, billions of tiny flying swords converging into a steel torrent, sweeping forth.

The Vermilion Bird's Flame World, before this pure, extreme world of swords, was like fragile glass encountering a heavy hammer.

The flames were cut and annihilated by Sword Intent. Those small Vermilion Birds disintegrated on their own before even getting close.

The sea of fire rapidly receded, the space continuously compressed.

In the end, only the Vermilion Bird's main body and the small cluster of primal fire she barely maintained around her remained, struggling to hold on.

Her magnificent feathers, under the assault of omnipresent Sword Qi, peeled and withered one after another, revealing the bald flesh beneath, a wretched sight.

Chen Huaian took a step forward, arriving before the Vermilion Bird in an instant.

He looked at this Auspicious Beast, its eyes still hollow, driven only by instinct, and sighed softly.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, lightly tapping on that cluster of stubbornly resisting primal fire.

Hum!

The flame extinguished with the sound.

Immediately, he flicked his finger, lightly tapping the hilt of the Black Scales Sword.

Clang!

A clear, resonant vibration, like the evening drum and morning bell, carrying a power to cleanse the Divine Soul, accurately struck the Vermilion Bird's bald forehead.

The Vermilion Bird's body trembled. The madness and emptiness in her crimson eyes gradually faded, replaced by a dazed confusion.

Then her eyelids closed, her massive body slumped softly to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.

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