Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 851: Divine Decree

Chapter 851: Divine Decree

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It was only a solar eclipse. For the denizens of the Canglan World, this celestial event was not particularly uncommon.

While common folk might perceive such an occurrence as the divine anger of celestial beings, any Soul Master possessing even a modicum of power recognized it as a purely natural phenomenon.

However, one could never entirely exclude the possibility that a deity was obscuring the sun for their own purposes.

Such was the case at this very moment.

Bixixi felt a soul-crushing gaze descend upon her, immediately followed by pressure as intense and suffocating as a gargantuan tidal wave.

It felt as if a colossal boulder were grinding her into the dirt. Had she not been seated already, she surely would have been flattened against the earth.

Even so, her posture buckled under the strain, forcing her spine into a sharp curve.

To the onlookers nearby, it appeared as though some unremarkable woman was merely hunching over, perhaps suffering from a bout of abdominal pain.

Little did they realize, their Pope was currently drenched in a cold sweat, her complexion ghastly, her eyes wide with bewilderment and sheer terror.

"This divine pressure is unmistakable, and it feels strangely familiar... Just which deity has turned their eyes toward me?"

Bixixi desperately searched her memory for any recent transgression that might have incited divine wrath, but despite her mental gymnastics, she came up empty-handed.

Her routine was constant: she cultivated steadily, offered tributes regularly, and maintained her absolute submission to her faith. Nothing had deviated from the norm.

Anxiety and dread coiled in her chest.

She remained blissfully unaware that, behind the veil of the solar eclipse, the very deity she worshiped was currently fawning over the Golden Dragon King.

The deity then delivered a comprehensive dossier on her into the hands of the Golden Dragon King.

Subsequently, the Golden Dragon King handed this information to the Heavenly Dao's Eye.

Thus, the preliminary phase of their arrangement reached its conclusion.

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[Bixixi - Pope of the Battle Soul Hall - Level 95 Legendary Battle Master]

[Deity Inheritor - Worshipped Deity: Fallen Angel God]

[Goal: Form alliances and unify the entire Canglan World]

[Threat Level: Low]

Chen Huaian reviewed the report generated by Heaven's Calculation and gave a casual "Oh."

The Canglan Realm's own version of a female Qin Shi Huang, it seemed.

Furthermore, a combatant at Level 95 was effectively at the peak of mortal strength, just shy of divinity. If her sole ambition was the unification of the continent, she posed no genuine threat to Li Qingran—especially since Li Qingran operated under the banner of the Battle Soul Hall itself.

Far from harming Li Qingran, upon witnessing the girl's potential, Bixixi would likely feel compelled to protect and nurture her. After all, Li Qingran could never feasibly challenge her for the Divine Position.

Chen Huaian felt a measure of relief.

However, the true litmus test remained: how would Bixixi navigate the fallout of the day's events?

Feng Wuyu was currently held under house arrest, and the various family factions eager to make life difficult for Li Qingran would surely be sharpening their knives.

With three superior World Rings and the prowess offered by the Green Lotus Sword Manual, he had little concern for Li Qingran’s defeat. Nevertheless, those family factions were as nagging as foot-fungus—never fatal, yet endlessly irritating. It was time to eliminate the annoyance once and for all.

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Though Chen Huaian had finalized his end of the transaction, Bixixi’s trial was far from over.

Her field of vision was suddenly swallowed by immense, jet-black wings that eclipsed the heavens.

Feathers rained down, erupting into flickering black flames as they struck the air, releasing an acrid, lingering scent of sulfur.

From beneath those wings, a slender, imposing figure manifested.

He was attired in a grand dark-purple robe accented with gold. His expression was as sharp and frigid as a glacier.

His facial features were etched with harsh, axe-like precision, and his gray hair draped over his shoulders, with stray locks falling across his chest to accentuate his deathly pale skin.

His eyes were voids—pure, midnight black, lacking any glint yet seemingly capable of stripping a soul bare to expose its deepest fears and desires. Occasionally, a flash of crimson flickered within his pupils like a dormant predator waiting to strike. Though it might have been a delusion, his eye sockets appeared slightly dark and weary, as if he had recently suffered a pair of blunt blows.

Before Bixixi could process the sight, her consciousness quaked—there was no mistaking the identity of the figure. It was the Fallen Angel God, Lucifer, the deity she had served for a lifetime.

This was her inaugural encounter with a deity in the flesh.

Yet, there was no joy in her heart, only a cold, paralyzing panic.

She felt her end was near.

What kind of catastrophic mistake could have prompted a deity to manifest within her soul with such overwhelming display?

"Bixixi." Lucifer’s voice was low and resonant, stripping away all emotion as if it had traveled from a primordial void to echo through her very core. "Heed the Divine Decree!"

Bixixi’s frame trembled, and she straightened herself in a gesture of absolute devotion. "Your Holiness Lucifer, please issue your command. Your faithful servant will exhaust every resource to ensure your will is fulfilled."

Her voice wavered, plagued by both the sheer awe of his presence and the visceral impact on her spirit.

Lucifer ignored her profession of loyalty, speaking with clinical detachment. "Li Qingran is not only a member of your Battle Soul Academy but also the chosen successor of another deity."

Bixixi was struck speechless. She snapped her gaze upward, catching a glimpse of the Fallen Angel God’s rigid jawline before hurriedly bowing her head again, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Originally, Feng Wuyu’s suspicions regarding Li Qingran’s background were mere conjecture. That uncertainty was exactly why she had attended the event today—to verify them personally.

Now that His Holiness Lucifer had personally arrived to deliver a divine decree, the matter was beyond doubt.

There really was a deity backing Li Qingran!

"The unification of the Canglan Continent is no minor undertaking. Your Battle Soul Hall possesses the strength of a sovereign state, but contemporary geopolitical conflicts are rarely limited to kings; they are clashes of divine mandates. Other deities will not idly sit by while you seize the faith they covet.

A war of faith is unavoidable! You require allies, and you require them to be powerful!"

Lucifer’s tone remained flat, yet it possessed the weight of an immutable law. "Forge a partnership with Li Qingran. Secure the alliance of the deity who stands behind her!"

No sooner had the order been delivered than the massive black wings folded inward. Without waiting for a confirmation, the Fallen Angel God’s manifestation grew faint, dissolving into a stream of dark luminescence that vanished into the shadows of the eclipse.

The crushing divine pressure vanished in an instant. The solar eclipse receded, and natural sunlight warmed the earth, leaving behind no evidence of the visitation.

To the average Battle Master, this had been nothing more than a passing celestial phenomenon.

None of them realized that Bixixi had just received a divine decree during those few fleeting minutes.

Bixixi remained on her knees, her garments soaked through with cold sweat. Her regal papal gown clung uncomfortably to her skin.

She dared not rise, the echo of Lucifer’s decree swirling through her mind like an impending storm. While she had long grasped the volatility of the struggle for divine authority, she had never expected Lucifer to propose an alliance with another deity. This discovery suggested that the entity behind Li Qingran was of significant stature.

Even without the decree, she knew she would have been forced to secure Li Qingran’s loyalty.

Nearby, the students of the Battle Soul Academy watched her erratic behavior with confusion. Since she was bundled in layers to conceal her identity, her sudden twitching followed by a collapse into prayer appeared quite absurd to the onlookers.

"What is wrong with that woman? Why did she just kneel for no reason?"

"Maybe she was spooked by the eclipse? Simpletons do think it marks the wrath of the heavens."

"She doesn't look like an ordinary person, given those expensive robes. Perhaps she is from an aristocratic house?"

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As the whispers spread, the Battle Saint from the Xiahou Family, serving as the replacement for Feng Wuyu, rose from his bench. His voice boomed across the stadium. "Honored spectators, the eclipse has ended! We shall proceed with the exchange tournament! Let the next challenger step forth!"

The audience’s attention snapped away from the heavens and centered once again upon the arena, specifically on the white-robed figure of Li Qingran.

Simultaneously, a heavy rhythm of footsteps began to echo from the edge of the arena floor.

*Thud.*

The stride was measured, incredibly deep, and solid. Each footfall seemed to land exactly in the silent gaps between the spectators’ heartbeats, inciting a sense of suffocating pressure.

A mountain of a man ascended the stone stairs.

His approach was less like a fighter entering an arena and more like a tectonic plate shifting forward.

Sunlight bathed his bronzed, muscular skin, causing it to glimmer with a cold, metallic luster.

He was exceptionally massive. Ordinary men had to crane their necks just to look him in the eye. His arms were corded with gnarled muscle and veins that resembled the exposed roots of ancient timber, seething with primal vitality.

His scarred hands hung loosely, but as he moved, they balled into fists, his knuckles emitting a sharp, teeth-grating *crack*—the sound of a weapon being readied.

Merely by occupying space, he projected an aura of ferocity so thick it could almost be touched. Those in the front rows instinctively held their breath, feeling the air grow thin.

A spectator recognized him and gasped, "That... that is Xiao Yanyao of the Xiao Family! A 42nd-rank Battle Ancestor!"

"That’s impossible, why would someone of his caliber have been eliminated? Surely he should have been defending a position on the stage, not challenging?"

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