Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 821: The Sword Is Gone Without a Trace

After advancing to the Great Ascension Stage, his command over the miniature world had grown remarkably more adept.

Furthermore, he possessed the ability to merge his miniature world partially with the surrounding world, incorporating elements of the surrounding world into his miniature realm, thus allowing him temporary dominion over the heavenly principles across a specific expanse of the outer world.

Wu E and Muscle Tyrant hadn't even had a chance to respond.

Chen Huaian had silently expanded his miniature world, linking it seamlessly to the broader world.

The peaks remained peaks, the rivers remained rivers.

However, from the tiniest gust of wind amid the peaks, a lone drifting leaf, a ripple on the river's surface, up to the grandest cliffs, all were now infused with a keen, cutting Sword Intent.

When a martial artist reaches the pinnacle of their path, even blooming petals or fallen leaves can strike at foes.

When a Sword Cultivator grasps the essence to its utmost, every blade of grass and every tree embodies Sword Intent.

As the Sword Intent permeated the entire realm, wrapping around Wu E, it morphed into a lethal aura that sent shivers down its spine. Normally, as a Demon Immortal, the heavenly principles bent to its will, yet now it sensed utter rejection from the world. Every particle, even the merest grain of sand, regarded it with enmity.

It refused to await its doom!

This opponent was too unpredictable; it must unleash everything!

Roar——!

A wild, brutal bellow thundered from Wu E's maw.

Demonic energy roared around its form, crafting a deep azure barrier of water. Inside this barrier, myriad phantom crocodile jaws appeared, like hordes of enormous crocodiles baring their savage mouths, each edged with a icy gleam that could rend iron and rock.

This was its ultimate technique, the "Myriad Crocodiles Devouring Heaven Formation".

Deployed in its Divine Descent form, it ought to dominate anything short of true Immortals. What could stand against it?

"You want to kill me? First, taste my methods!"

It lifted its enormous paw and smashed it into the ocean's face.

Boom——!

A deafening blast rocked the North Sea as the water barrier surged forward to engulf Chen Huaian.

Before those phantom crocodile jaws could graze his garment's edge, a crisp, harmonious sword hum rang from Chen Huaian's finger, paired with a lyrical voice echoing from the clouds: "A long sword and a cup of wine, the heart of a true man."

In the blink of an azure glow, Chen Huaian had ascended, striding atop the billows.

His silhouette moved as gracefully as a breeze, his robes sweeping through the mist without a drop adhering. Still, the path of his long sword bore a hint of free-spirited ease—no raging, violent Sword Qi, merely one thread of blue radiance slicing through the water barrier!

Clang——! The sword tone peaked sharply for an instant.

Those phantom jaws, strong enough to break steel and boulders, melted away like frost under the spring warmth.

The water barrier tore open wide, and at the tear, the ocean's surface froze into half a azure lotus bloom.

As the petals danced, even Wu E's demonic energy veered astray, fading into the void.

Yet truly, this demonic energy hadn't disappeared.

This stretch of sky and land had been woven into Chen Huaian's Dao.

That demonic energy was converted to True Essence and returned to Chen Huaian.

Chen Huaian's presence swelled to even greater heights.

Wu E's eyes narrowed in shock. It had never witnessed such sword arts—not brute strength, but shattering a formation solely through "Intent." How could such a cultivator exist… who bent the world to his whims?!

Desperation gripped its core, prompting it to spew forth its Demon Core.

The Demon Core pulsed with crimson radiance, actually rousing the buried flames deep in the North Sea's depths.

Boom——! Flames erupted from the sea, towers of fire dozens of zhang tall.

These fiery surges, cloaked in molten rock, barreled toward Chen Huaian.

By now, ideas of escape were budding in Wu E's thoughts.

Taotie didn't need to die immediately.

But should its Divine Descent perish, the main body would endure grievous harm to its soul.

Such harm struck at the roots, a wound that years of Cultivation might not mend. Chen Niu had been maimed by it, and now no guardian remained. Beneath Divine Joy Emperor, two other Demon Immortals would exploit its frailty to eliminate it!

Still, its jaws boasted: "I am a Demon Immortal recognized by heaven and earth!

How can your demonic sword path possibly defeat the power of heaven and earth!"

Chen Huaian held his ground, lifting his sword.

"Recognized by heaven and earth? A joke!"

"This Venerable One never recognized it!"

This round, the celestial tune from the clouds intensified.

It seemed the scent of ancient wine rode the sword gale, wafting their way.

"Ten steps to kill one man, a thousand miles without leaving a trace."

Sword Qi streaked like a silver bridge across the sky.

The sword gleam turned to a pale flash that hurtled through the flames. The fires and lava divided like a stream before the blade, pulling apart to bare the shadowy seabed stones.

The pale flash pressed on relentlessly toward Wu E's Demon Core.

Wu E frantically extended a limb to intercept. The instant its digit met the pale flash, a sharp crack of fracturing bone echoed—its demonic frame, tough enough to endure Taotie's gnaws, had been punctured in the hand by mere Sword Intent.

"Impossible!" Wu E bellowed while falling back, its Demon Core quaking fiercely. It attempted to invoke another Divine Ability, but the demonic energy encircling its form was pinned by Sword Intent. Even inhalations caused piercing agony.

True panic seized it, driving it to run.

Its tail's end had barely skimmed the far-off waves when Chen Huaian's steady voice reached from behind, joined by the closing verse of the heavenly tune from the Nine Heavens. It fell soft as a whisper, yet weighed like the collapse of the skies—"How can I lower my head and bend my waist to serve the powerful, making myself unable to be happy and free?"

The sword struck out, never to return.

Crack——!

A line of Sword Qi rent the heavens and earth!

The sea cleaved apart, the strata in the chasm crumbling bit by bit.

Even the sunset's hue fled west before this blade.

Wu E felt only a bite of cold along its spine. Ere a cry could escape, its form was consumed by the Sword Qi—its Demon Core, its Physical Shell, the Immortal Essence forged via Divine Descent, all dissolved to glittering motes in the sword's blaze, dispersed by ocean winds, vanishing utterly without remnant.

Chen Huaian stood with sword returned to sheath. The blue sword radiance withdrew to his fingertip, fading to a curl of pale vapor.

He pressed his foot's toe to the waves. The sundered waters gradually rejoined, leaving only the fading echo of the heavenly melody in the breeze and Muscle Tyrant's dazed, frozen stare.

The sea wind passed by, gently raising Chen Huaian's robes.

As though that annihilating blow against a Demon Immortal had simply flicked away a mote from his sleeve.

Upon the waves rested a lone golden Demon Core.

Chen Huaian retrieved the Demon Core.

He noted the Demon Core riddled with fissures, poised to disintegrate under the slightest force.

This was the Demon Core remnant from Wu E's Divine Descent.

Divine Descent differed from mere avatars. It employed the avatar as a Physical Shell, channeling the true body's might fully into it. It was an authentic Immortal, though bound by the avatar's limits and worldly laws. A Demon Immortal in Divine Descent was far from its zenith.

Yet slaying Wu E in Divine Descent equated to halving Wu E's strength.

"Though a phoenix among chickens, it's still a True Immortal."

Chen Huaian gave a cold huff and pocketed the Demon Core.

The Demon Core held Immortal power and Dao Rhythms, aiding his insight into the immortal path.

With the Demon Core secured, he glanced toward Muscle Tyrant.

Muscle Tyrant perched meekly atop the sea. Upon Chen Huaian's gaze, its frame shuddered hard, cowering as it stammered, "Big Boss… This King, ah, pah! I, I was just saying that on purpose earlier, I truly never had the thought of taking you as my attendant disciple… Please, please don't take it to heart!"

"This Venerable One naturally knows. Look how scared you are."

Chen Huaian laughed lightly. "Is This Venerable One really that terrifying?"

Muscle Tyrant's lips quirked. It cast a quiet look at the hundred-zhang sword mark scarring the seabed, unsure of its full length—this mark from felling Wu E. Yet felling Wu E had been but a light, unstrained swing for Chen Huaian.

With the might of that single sword, who dared raise their voice?

Muscle Tyrant regarded Chen Huaian, eyes brimming with mixed emotions.

It had believed that regaining its prime and reshaping its form would let it shield the Big Boss.

Now, clearly, the Big Boss would shield it.

"Big Boss, while this sword strike beheading Wu E was exhilarating…

It's also a big trouble."

Muscle Tyrant sighed, picking words with care. "You… didn't think this through…"