Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 856.32: Immortal-Demon Golden Body

Thunderous Puhua Celestial Venerable.

A true powerhouse of the Celestial Immortal realm.

Though his True Form had descended to the Lower Realm and been diluted by Turbid Qi, he remained a legitimate Celestial Immortal!

"This farce needs to conclude."

His voice held no great volume, but it split the rocks across the floating peak inch by inch.

The Celestial Venerable lifted his hand.

The long whip in his grasp, entwined with black lightning that could shatter worlds, bore the name [God-Smiting].

The wind hadn't stirred yet when the whip struck home.

*Crack.*

A sharp crack resounded.

Chen Huaian caught no glimpse of the whip's path before his body flew off like a kite with cut strings, smashing brutally into a heap of debris.

His chest imploded, half his shoulder mashed into pulp.

"Ants."

Indifferent, the Celestial Venerable swung his whip once more.

*Crack!*

Debris burst skyward.

Chen Huaian's legs let out a grinding snap, kneecaps pulverized, his form lashed savagely into the earth.

Did pain sear?

At its peak, agony turns numb.

This lash didn't merely rend flesh—it crushed that spark of rebellion.

It sought to force him to kneel.

It aimed to break his will entirely.

"Still twitching?"

The Celestial Venerable eyed the faintly stirring fingers amid the gore, disgust flickering in his gaze.

"Then I'll lash your soul to pieces."

The black whip arced high, lightning morphing into a roaring black venomous dragon plunging down.

In that instant.

From the "gore," erupted a rasping, beastly cackle.

"Jie jie... DEVOUR!!!"

No human utterance.

A demon's hiss.

*Hum—*

Jet-black aura, savage and furious, exploded wildly from Chen Huaian's mangled form.

At the dire juncture.

His fading awareness unleashed the Heavenly Demon Art completely.

Across the floating peak, the strewn corpse remnants of the twelve Yuanchen and nine great Thunder Dukes began shriveling and drying at speed.

The immense Immortal Power and thunder essence within those bodies were ruthlessly seized by the overbearing demonic technique, converting into a raging flood that surged into Chen Huaian's mouth, nose, and every orifice!

He 'devoured' mortals.

He 'devoured' immortals.

"As long as This Venerable One endures! Your lives become This Venerable One's tonic!"

"Grrraaaahhhh—!!"

With a feral bellow, Chen Huaian dragged himself from the wreckage.

His fractured bones cracked and realigned under the compelled rush of Immortal and Demonic forces, dislocations snapping back; his sunken chest swelled outward like a balloon.

Even more shocking was his savage look.

Left side drowned in inky demonic energy, the form of the all-consuming Heavenly Demon.

Right side gleamed radiant gold, Immortal Qi coiling about it, a pilfered True Immortal physique.

And where black met gold, across his bared chest and spine,

A golden dragon motif emerged alive, fierce and tyrannical, poised to erupt from his flesh and rend this realm asunder.

Half-demon, half-immortal, etched with dragon marks.

Thunderous Puhua Celestial Venerable had never witnessed such a mortal...

No—this was a fiend risen from the Nine Nether Abyss.

"You..."

The Celestial Venerable's brow furrowed.

The emanation from this insect now stirred a faint, ancient unease within him.

"This Venerable One declared."

Chen Huaian hacked up coagulated blood laced with organ fragments, his tone rasped like rust on metal.

One eye abyssal black, demonic energy churning; the other blazing gold aflame, draconic might immense.

"This Venerable One declared an end to this cursed Cycle of Reincarnation."

"This Venerable One declared... taking her to witness fireworks in this realm."

In his thoughts, that sweet, innocent silhouette flickered past.

Li Qingran.

That silly disciple who plunged solo into the miniature world for his sake.

He had vowed lifelong protection.

How could he perish here?

How could he fall to scum who view all life as livestock?!

"This Venerable One... refuses to die..."

Chen Huaian clenched the cracked Black Scales Sword tighter, advanced a step, pulverizing the stone underfoot to dust.

The golden dragon pattern on him flared bright, unleashing a heaven-shaking dragon cry.

"If This Venerable One lives... you, shall perish!!"

*Boom!*

His presence detonated outward.

This Immortal-Demon Golden Body had been forged by live-devouring hordes of immortals and deities.

Shunning Virtue's path, rejecting heavenly mandates.

Slaughter to prove the Dao, demonic might consuming immortals!

"Abomination."

Genuine fury finally stirred the Celestial Venerable into motion.

"Since you have already fallen into demonhood, then turn to ashes and vanish!"

Fists clenched into empty voids, tribulation clouds blanketing the sky gathered together, morphing into a thunder lance that could wipe out an entire domain's being, thrusting straight toward Chen Huaian!

A sure-kill blow that targeted both Divine Soul and mortal frame.

No dodging possible.

Chen Huaian refused to dodge as well.

He lifted his gaze, his half-demon, half-celestial visage erupting into a wildly haughty, unrestrained, and brutal grin.

This moment, this setup.

Ideal for unleashing that strand of Sword Intent?

"How can one..."

The incantation commenced.

Chen Huaian seized his sword with both hands, disregarding its anguished wail, surging forward against the heaven-shattering thunder lance!

In this instant.

Not battling for his own sake.

For humanity's unyielding spine, herded like livestock for millennia, for that broken Ancestral Dragon lineage.

"...bow and scrape to serve the mighty?!"

—Slay the Immortal·Bending Waist Killing Aura.

*Clang—!!!*

Sword radiance burst forth.

Not mere Sword Qi—that was backbone.

A rigid spine preferring shatter over submission!

*Boom! Rumble!*

The Black Scales Sword at last buckled under this unyielding resolve, fragmenting bit by bit upon clashing with the thunder lance.

Sword broke apart.

Yet the will persisted.

That defiant Sword Intent, fused with surging demonic aura and Ancestral Dragon fury, coalesced into a black-gold rainbow streak, brutally smashing the apocalyptic thunder lance, akin to a spike hurled at the sun, savagely embedding into the Celestial Venerable's avatar chest, skewering the core!

*Crack.*

Moment suspended in stasis.

A fissure split across Puhua Celestial Venerable's exalted countenance.

He glanced down, staring in disbelief at the cavernous wound in his torso.

Gazing at that human, clutching only a sword hilt, body fractured and mangled, yet grinning ferociously with exposed fangs.

"You..."

"Get back to your heaven!!"

Chen Huaian bellowed, his left hand morphing into a jet-black dragon talon, slamming forth.

This strike would demolish that realm above.

*Boom!*

The towering hundred-zhang Celestial Venerable avatar crumbled under the mortal's wrathful assault, exploding in a deafening roar, dissolving into vast thunderous plasma and luminous drizzle, raining upon the earthly plane.

...

Rain ceased.

Clouds parted.

Upon the floating peak's crest, a solitary silhouette endured.

Chen Huaian remained upright.

No inch of skin on him stayed whole, savage dragon motifs on his form gradually dimming, demonic essence and celestial glow withdrawing back inside.

Golden ichor trickled along his trousers, pooling below.

Yet he stood firm.

That frame, forged anew through endless ordeals, having consumed more than a dozen immortal and divine remains, radiated a majestic aura beneath the sun that forbade direct gaze.

He tossed aside the naked sword grip casually.

Lifted his head deliberately.

Gazed at the shrinking Heavenly Eye, as if fleeing in retreat.

His quivering right hand extended into the emptiness, seizing what had waited in silence—

[The Sky-Cleaving Axe].

Rough and icy was the axe haft.

But it imparted a profound stability never felt before.

Chen Huaian drew a deep inhale, rust-tanged Turbid Qi flooding his throat, scorching his core like fiery spirits.

He hoisted the axe, aiming at the exalted skies.

Voice rasping, but every syllable hammered like forged steel, resounding through the cosmos:

"Any more?"

The heavens fell mute.

Winds wailed softly, trembling in terror.

"If there are none left..."

Chen Huaian's grasp tightened on the axe haft, half-demon, half-celestial eyes blazing with twin infernos to scorch the earth.

"Then this heaven..."

"This Venerable One, is going to open it!"

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