Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 856.29: Sword Slaying the Twelve Divine Organs

From ancient times, the arrival of an immortal has forever been a sign of great fortune.

All beasts would howl together in such a grand spectacle, while mortals lifted their eyes in pious admiration.

However, in this instant, the firmament was brutally split apart.

A gash across the skies.

Twelve scorching suns burst into the mortal plane.

These heavenly figures arrived not to grant boons, nor to protect the countless lives below.

Selfish motives alone drove them, unleashing their seething rage and malice without restraint.

Primal Spiritual Energy across heaven and earth surged like raging waves, repelled by immortal might as if mere sea foam scattered by a storm.

Eleven more divine generals arrayed behind him, their presences linked, compelling a 'pure land' into existence amid the mortal realm's thick primal Spiritual Energy.

That pure land shrouded in gray haze.

Gray mist, akin to age-old dust caked inside armor, settled to the earth as the twelve advanced, diffusing into the primal Spiritual Energy like spilled ink.

Primal Spiritual Energy clashed fiercely with the gray mist, much like icy water hurled into sizzling hot oil, hissing and popping violently.

Their Immortal Might formed an inescapable cage, profound beyond measure.

Overwhelming.

Potent enough to pulverize a whole realm.

This gap stemmed from their very essence of being, akin to a fleeting insect staring at the boundless heavens.

Zi Shu's eyes scanned the battered remains of Bi Yue Wu and Tu Fu Xing sprawled on the ground, prompting a cold scoff.

"Two utter wastes."

Without these two failures botching their mission, the Heavenly Emperor wouldn't have compelled their descent to clean up the chaos.

Next, his sight fixed on the sole survivor atop the floating peak.

Draped in robes whiter than fresh snow, with hair partially silvered and whipping wildly in the gusts behind him.

That mortal Sword Cultivator perched at the shattered cliff's brink, gripping a dark sword. No trace of spiritual power stirred from him; he stood unmoving like a boulder.

"You did this?" Zi Shu's brows furrowed, baffled at how Tu Fu Xing and Bi Yue Wu fell to some ordinary mortal Sword Cultivator.

Could there be some error?

Yet wasn't the figure by the corpses the culprit?

Details aside—seize him first and sort it later!

Zi Shu lifted his palm, golden radiance coalescing into a decree that could bind space and time.

"By the Heavenly Emperor's command, you will be captured."

"Kneel down."

His command thundered like explosive peals.

The combined pressure from twelve True Immortals fused into an intangible peak, plummeting with deafening fury.

The floating peak quaked, stones exploding outward.

Chen Huaian's garments billowed fiercely, locks lashing about, yet his posture stayed unyieldingly erect.

Deliberately, he raised his eyes.

His gaze stayed serene, brimming with the bold defiance of one lost in a drunken haze.

"Perfect timing for your arrival."

Chen Huaian tapped the sword's spine lightly, his tone ringing sharp and pure, like jade clinking on porcelain.

Sword Intent erupted around him.

"This Venerable One has just crafted a verse. The mortal world proves too small for it, needing a handful of immortals to hone the blade against."

"Lunatic."

Zi Shu's pupils shrank. Battle-forged instincts detected a perilously lethal presence.

"Activate the formation! Subdue and eliminate!"

The twelve Yuanchen sprang into motion.

Golden brilliance flooded like a tsunami, engulfing the floating mountain's summit.

Twelve devastating Divine Abilities merged, forming a colossal golden palm that eclipsed the skies. Bearing heaven's decree of utter destruction, it smashed ferociously toward that lone silhouette.

The winds halted.

The clouds froze.

This palm extinguished every spark of life.

This palm allowed no evasion.

In the oppressive hush of doom, a bold chant pierced the air.

"Have you not seen..."

Chen Huaian stirred.

The Black Scales Sword slid an inch from its scabbard. A boundless, surging aqueous essence suddenly saturated the cosmos.

"...the Yellow River's waters skyward plunging!"

Zheng—!

Sword gleam erupted.

Not mere light, but a torrent.

A torrent born from myriad Sword Qis fusing, a Silver River cascading from the Nine Heavens.

Sword Intent flowed like liquid, momentum vast as the cosmos.

That space-locking golden palm appeared trivial against this immense "skyward plunging" sword river.

Ere the palm descended fully, the sword river's deluge had fragmented it utterly.

"This... what Sword Intent defies reason so?!"

Zi Shu reeled in utmost terror. No man stood before him, but the cosmos' full weight crashing down.

Chen Huaian offered no reply.

With eyes glazed in intoxication, he advanced one step and unleashed the following stroke.

The sword form evolved. The once-expansive sword river hardened with resolve, infused with desperate, irreversible doom.

"To the sea it races..."

Chen Huaian's form pierced the ostensibly invincible array.

"...never turning back."

This stroke barred all escape.

This stroke snuffed out all life.

Qiang.

The sword sheathed once more.

Silence reclaimed heaven and earth.

The twelve haughty armored divine generals hung suspended midair, locked in their suppressive stances.

A breeze swept through.

Hualala.

Like liquid coursing.

Pu, pu, pu...

Muted pops, resembling overripe fruits tumbling earthward.

Eleven golden heads detached in unison from their bodies.

No blood spurted, for all essence and vitality had been dragged into that sword river by the "never turning back" Slay the Immortal Sword Intent instantly.

Eleven decapitated forms plummeted like dumplings into the dirt.

Solely Zi Shu endured.

In the last instant, he activated a life-saving immortal treasure.

His body jerked aside three inches amid the mortal-alien Sword Intent's horror.

Yet those three inches spared not his cultivation.

Sword energy, fluid as water, lopped the three blossoms from his crown and halved his arm.

"Ah—!!!"

Zi Shu crashed into the dust. Staring at the strewn headless corpses, at the snow-white-clad Sword Cultivator with back turned, his bravery crumbled, guts twisting in dread.

What sword wielded such terror?

Whence sprang this savage warrior?!

His presence fell short of immortality, yet he felled these celestials like hacking gourds!

Their vaunted Golden Bodies shredded like tissue before that Sword Intent!

Chen Huaian pivoted slowly, eyes settling on Zi Shu nearby.

"One slipped away?"

He creased his brow faintly, irked that the poem's rhythm now faltered.

His right thumb pressed the sword guard anew.

"Then, append one more line."

Zheng—!

Killing Intent flared afresh.

Zi Shu shut his eyes in hopelessness.

Yet.

This blow never landed.

Honglong—!!!

As the intent formed in Chen Huaian's mind, the dissipating primal essences of the eleven fallen True Immortals were yanked by his body's force and devoured into his Dantian.

The fragile bottleneck ruptured outright.

Perfection in the Great Ascension Stage achieved, the immortal portal mere inches distant.

This aura proved excessively vast, defiantly celestial, at last igniting the pent-up wrath of the overarching heavens.

Crack!

Purplish-red tribulation lightning, mountain-thick and laden with total obliteration, struck without prelude!

Swifter than thought.

More merciless than fate.

The Heavenly Dao's infallible execution, denying Chen Huaian any dodge.

"Hmph."

Chen Huaian snorted, compelled to halt the chase. The Black Scales Sword flipped, Sword Intent lancing upward to defy the skies directly.

"For This Venerable One... shatter—!"

Boom!

Thunder's blaze engulfed the floating peak.

"I... I lived?!"

Zi Shu's eyes flew open. Gazing at the lightning-sea-devoured figure, glee of survival mingled with bitter grudge.

He lingered not.

Igniting his final Vital Essence, his frame morphed into a pathetic bloody streak. Flailing desperately, he bolted toward the closing sky rift.

Escape to the Upper Realm!

This mortal world was infernal abyss!

At the lightning maelstrom's heart.

Chen Huaian clutched the Black Scales Sword, robes thrashing in the tempest.

He eyed the pathetic fleeing blood light briefly, then dismissed it.

Poem perfected, sword tested.

A skulking vermin merited no concern.

With concealment shed, he welcomed the celestial hosts in open clash.

He tilted his head upward.

Beholding the seething tribulation clouds poised to pulverize existence, his lips curved in狂妄 disdain.

"Heavenly Dao... your welcome gift?"

Chen Huaian spun a Sword Flourish single-handedly, blade tip aimed squarely at the vault above.

"Insufficient! Bring more!"