Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 856.30: My only wish is for Master's safety

Beneath the thunderous sea, the suspended mountain shattered, hurling disordered boulders skyward.

In the midst of raging purplish-red lightning streams, Chen Huaian's form appeared tiny like a mustard seed, but grand like Mount Sumeru.

No defensive artifacts were called upon by him.

There were no such defensive artifacts available to him anyway.

The so-called Electronic Girlfriend System lay utterly mute, as though terrified by the fury of heaven and earth.

Yet it made no difference.

Chen Huaian cast a glance down at the Black Scales Sword gripped in his hand, then tightened his left fist.

The perfect sword for him was in his possession.

And a mortal physique reborn fully after absorbing primal Spiritual Energy.

These sufficed completely!

"BOOM——!!!"

The Heavenly Dao grew furious at this mortal's defiance.

The fierce purplish-red lightning suddenly drew inward, morphing into a dark, eerily silent Yin Thunder devoid of sound.

Mountains remained untouched by it.

Gods and ghosts stayed undisturbed.

It solely targeted the human soul, wiped out the True Spirit, and shattered the Dao foundation.

This was none other than the Annihilation Divine Thunder!

Chen Huaian raised his gaze.

Though unfamiliar with such a tribulation from the heavens.

A flash of insight revealed to him the meaning of this thundercloud ocean ahead, this abyss-like pressure confining like a dungeon.

Seeking to obliterate him outright, Chen Huaian?

Quite intriguing.

Sword Intent blazed in his eyes' depths, outshining even that apocalyptic Yin Thunder.

"Come!"

His crisp call rang like breaking jade and scattering pearls.

The floating peak underfoot, enduring the Nine Heavens Refining Profound Array for millennia, finally buckled under one step's pressure and exploded with a deafening crash.

Leveraging that rebound, Chen Huaian pressed forward instead of falling back.

In that instant, he transcended humanity.

He became a sword surging upstream, smashing straight into the black, lifeless void.

CRACK!

The Black Scales Sword quivered and hummed, meeting the Yin Thunder headlong.

No regrets in unleashing this sword strike!

Light as a whisper, this sword cut through emptiness without earthly traces.

Heavy as the world's spine, this sword bore the weight of all humanity.

Clumsy and deliberate, it embodied "facing ten thousand foes without retreat," bulldozing into the heart of annihilation.

Before that unyielding sword gleam, techniques and Laws alike paled into insignificance.

CRACK——!

The Yin Thunder, potent enough to disperse a True Immortal's soul, got cleaved perfectly in two by this lone strike.

Myriad wild electric arcs went berserk, racing along the blade into Chen Huaian's frame.

Agony surged.

As if myriad ants devoured his bones, myriad blades carved his flesh.

Yet Chen Huaian's grin turned even more ferocious.

"Hahaha! Excellent!"

Laughter erupted from him.

Through this heavenly tribulation, his body was forged anew; with this ruinous force, his supreme Dao foundation for entering the Immortal Realm was sharpened.

"More!"

His hair whipped savagely as he strode toward the skies.

Each step triggered thunder.

Each step marked immortal ascent!

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Canglan miniature world.

Saint Soul City, Sky Battle Palace.

Night flowed like water, lights gleaming brilliantly.

The Imperial Capital tonight drowned in jubilant waves.

Here unfolded the victory feast for the triumphant team of the All-Continent Elite Soul Master Tournament.

Glasses lifted and chimed, wine flowing freely.

Young prodigies from top academies bantered boisterously and argued passionately.

All so youthful, their gazes alight with that era's special fire, craving tomorrow's finals glory, dreaming of one battle's fame echoing worldwide.

"Drain this cup dry!"

"To glory! Cheers!"

"Sister Goddess Qingran's sword today was brutally powerful! Without her, victory wouldn't have come so smoothly!"

Buzzing chatter, sycophantic praise, refined tunes wove a festive vibe.

Nevertheless.

Amid this revelry's core, the star of the show had slipped away unnoticed.

Atop Sky Battle Palace's loftiest star-viewing terrace.

A lone, poised, elegant silhouette rested against the balustrade by herself.

Li Qingran.

Today's her had cast off the innocence from her first steps into this miniature world.

A moonlit palace gown in pristine white draped her figure, her three thousand black hair strands loosely bundled with just a plain, archaic wooden hairpin.

That wooden hairpin carried no luxury, appearing somewhat crude even.

Yet it remained the very one Master had hand-carved for her in the past.

Moonlight bathed her form, cloaking her in a sacred, icy silver glow, as if she were the Chang'e fairy of the Moon Palace, poised to soar away on the breeze at any instant.

"Goddess Qingran, why drink alone in this spot?"

Footsteps echoed from behind.

A dashing youth in a noble robe edged with gold approached, wine cup in hand, his gaze brimming with undisguised admiration:

"Without you, this feast of celebration dims considerably."

Li Qingran kept her back turned, a faint glimmer of memory in her eyes.

Months had flown by since the Battle Soul Academy preliminaries.

Without unleashing every secret weapon from Master, she had battled to the top in the finals.

Battle Soul Academy eventually assembled two squads, with her captaining one.

The other squad's leader was the man trailing her—Xie Yue, renowned as the pinnacle of Battle Soul Hall's Golden Generation.

Time raced onward...

In a flash, she had guided her teammates past endless ordeals, and the World Elite Soul Master Tournament finals loomed tomorrow.

No repeat of Master's dream visit from before had happened in this span.

From eager hope to letdown, then settling into serenity.

Li Qingran sensed Master must be tied up in matters of great weight.

Her sight pierced the lively Imperial Capital, cut through stacked cloud layers, fixing on the far east.

Nothing remarkable lay there.

Just a lone moon suspended in the heavens.

Yet strangely.

The moon tonight burned with a sharp, blood-like crimson that stung the eyes.

Like fresh blood.

"I dislike noise."

Li Qingran spoke softly, her tone laced with distant detachment.

Xie Yue's smile faltered, halting his steps in awkwardness: "Uh... Finals tomorrow. If Goddess Qingran feels some nerves, that's natural. But with your strength now, claiming victory for the top team will be effortless..."

"Nervous..."

Li Qingran whispered dreamily.

Those limpid eyes like clear water showed no thrill for the morrow's clash, only buried concern.

No words of explanation came from her.

For she had sensed it.

Moments ago.

The instant that crimson moon ascended in the eastern skies.

A sharp pang had seized her heart.

Not sickness.

Rather, a soul-deep link, a sensing beyond distance and eras.

That was... Master's presence.

"He is in battle."

Li Qingran breathed to herself, her words faint enough for only the breeze to catch.

"What?" The youth missed it and stepped closer on reflex.

Li Qingran ignored him utterly, not even glancing sideways.

Her eyes drifted shut slowly.

CRACK.

The jade cup in her grasp crumbled silently to powder right then.

Not from emotional overflow.

But from her fierce restraint against the urge to dash to his side heedless of all.

She knew well: until departing this pocket realm, no path led outward.

And the prime requirement for exit—to ascend as a god!

Though she shone among Canglan Realm's youth, on Master's battlefield, she'd scarcely count as dust.

Rushing there would merely burden him.

She refused to linger in Master's shadow forever.

Refused to remain a liability.

Ascend as a god...

She yearned to become a god!

"Master..." Li Qingran pressed her palms together, beneath starry skies and that lone moon, devoutly bowing her head.

The aloof goddess revered by Soul Masters—none had witnessed her now, fretting over another.

Eternal life she craved not.

World-conquering might she sought not.

Li Qingran prayed in silence within.

Glory and dominion over realms she desired not.

"Qingran asks for naught more."

"Only... may Master stay safe and sound."

The wind tousled her flowing locks.

In that instant.

Her silhouette beneath the moonlight eerily mirrored the white-robed Sword Cultivator locked in savage combat amid the Nine Heavens.

Loneliness.

Resolve.

And... relentless advance.

Xie Yue gazed at Li Qingran's retreating figure. Unbidden, a sense of inadequacy welled within him.

He parted his lips, yet no words emerged.

He had no choice but to withdraw quietly, too afraid to cause any more disturbance.

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