Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 856.27: Great Ascension Third Tribulation

The heavens had truly transformed.

Chen Huaian stood tall and proud on the floating peak, clutching the rusty axe.

He merely swung it gently.

No thunderous crash of crumbling heaven and earth resounded, nor did any streaks of blade glow or sword phantoms appear.

Just a subtle noise echoed, akin to an eggshell splitting.

*Crack.*

All the black thunder chains binding the coffin to the firmament, devouring spiritual energy greedily like bloodthirsty leeches, fragmented in that single instant!

Without their central anchor, the [Nine Heavens Refining Profound Great Formation] enveloping the floating peak, which had run for countless tens of thousands of years, released a groan of excruciating pressure.

The void quaked, and the formation's runes crumbled apart.

The dome forever cloaked in dark clouds tore open like a violently ripped curtain, gradually splitting into a enormous rift.

There, the full Earth Star lay smothered under a shroud of lifeless "gray haze." All creation decayed, sentient beings lost in confusion, ensnared by the wheel of karma and rebirth.

But right then.

*Boom—!* The coffin trembled violently.

The enormous, churning "turbid qi" gathered over millennia, regarded by immortals as a savage beast and devastating deluge.

Resembling a colossal dragon jailed for endless ages, it bellowed while exploding from the underground palace, rocketing skyward!

It manifested as a powerful, pristine flood surging with lively vigor!

Winds howled, clouds roiled.

The flood barreled forth like a tempest, shattering the decayed and lifeless, wildly purging the stagnant, somber "gray haze" filling heaven and earth.

Wherever it swept, the gray haze evaporated, leaving the universe limpid and radiant.

Barren trees burst into spring growth, every form of life sprang back.

The "turbid qi" that filled exalted immortals with dread became nurturing sweet dew upon reaching the mortal plane, sustaining all creatures.

Chen Huaian beheld the gray haze getting cleansed, the sky shifting to flawless azure in his sight, long-vanished sunlight slicing through clouds to bathe the battered land. He drew in a deep lungful of the "turbid qi"-infused gale, experiencing utter invigoration and bliss.

...

Winds faded, clouds grew still.

Over the floating peak, a grim hush dominated.

Bi Yue Wu's bisected corpse clung to faint warmth.

Nearby amid rubble piles, Tu Fu Xing's wrecked true body flickered with its dying, dim fluorescent sheen.

Chen Huaian settled into cross-legged meditation.

This moment screamed for a swift escape. The schemes of those sky-dwellers had been wrecked; they had to have sensed it and were surely erupting in fury.

Yet Chen Huaian remained. No haste plagued him, no terror either.

Flee and let who shoulder the fury? Muscle Tyrant?

Maybe Muscle Tyrant bore that fate, but Chen Huaian wasn't built that way.

His clash with this heaven was personal. Why drag his pet into shielding him?

Heaven and earth hung in perfect calm.

Chen Huaian merely respired in silence.

With every breath in and out.

The newly awakened "turbid qi" encircling him, the terror of immortals, gleefully streamed into his frame through his pores.

Simultaneously.

Tu Fu Xing's true spirit, fading away, plus the puddle of golden immortal blood still moist on the ground, appeared tugged by an invisible pull.

No longer did they drain earthward.

Instead, they morphed into threads of pure golden vapor, hovering aloft, flowing together like myriad rivers to the ocean, wholly merging into the spot between Chen Huaian's brows.

—The Great Ascension stage devouring an immortal.

Unheard of before, unlikely ever again.

Mortals ascending to immortality plunder heaven and earth's fortune.

Chen Huaian honed the sword, plundering the destiny and years of immortals and deities.

The golden vapor invaded his form, promptly becoming a ferocious deluge that flushed his meridians, already forged tough as divine steel.

No agony struck, merely innate, seamless advance.

From his core depths arose a barely audible, razor-sharp, peculiar snap.

*Crack.*

As though some hidden fetter had silently fractured.

The Great Ascension Second Tribulation barrier crumbled like flimsy parchment at that instant.

Third Tribulation.

Peak of the Third Tribulation.

Perfection.

Chen Huaian gradually parted his eyes.

No gleam lit them, just endless abyssal profundity.

He raised his gaze skyward.

There, the firmament freshly cleared by the formation's ruin had silently begun massing dense, lead-gray clouds anew.

The cloud mass loomed massively thick and oppressively low. Faint purple-red lightning writhed and flashed within, radiating a savage, obliterating presence bent on wiping out all existence.

The Response from the Heavenly Dao.

A mortal ascending to immortality always draws heaven's envy.

"It came really fast."

"Leaving aside whether the Heavenly Dao of Earth Star has been controlled by those lackeys filling the sky, its efficiency is not just a little bit faster than that of the Giant Golden Eyeball of the Cangyun Realm."

The Giant Golden Eyeball of the Cangyun Realm, lost in slumber, jolted across its entire form.

Then it shot a look at Spirit Void Old Ghost and Old Demon Xiao laboring in the mines, before averting its eyes.

In the boundless Cangyun Realm, solely these pair of drudges might gossip about it covertly. Therefore—their labor quota doubled!

...

The heavenly tribulation loomed near.

The heavenly laws' lockdown and oppression had arrived beforehand.

Chen Huaian laid his palm on the sword hilt across his knee, a subtle smirk lifting his lip's edge.

"Before undergoing the tribulation..."

He tilted his head faintly. His stare pierced myriad *zhang* of nothingness, fixing on the remote, inaccessible celestial portal far above.

"...I still need to clean up some trash first."

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