Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 861: Are you scared?

Outside the South Heaven Gate, a vicious gale roared furiously.

The Immortal-Slaying Platform, soaring ten thousand zhang tall, looked like it hung perfectly still over the Nine Heavens, though a closer look showed it rhythmically inhaling and exhaling.

Every breath released a revolting blood fog from its deep crimson structure.

This mist came from the built-up grudges of endless True Immortals who challenged the heavens across endless ages.

It had its own consciousness.

It embodied the Heavenly Dao's essence of killing.

As soon as Chen Huaian lifted his sword, the Immortal-Slaying Platform detected a challenge, trembling fiercely amid booming thunder.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, with no prior sign...

Countless crimson chains etched with strange symbols burst from the emptiness, like claws from hell's abyss, instantly stabbing into Chen Huaian's arms, legs, and torso.

These weren't mere restraints; they represented the "Heavenly Rules," the bindings this realm forced on every creature.

Impossible to dodge.

Present in every corner.

"Ugh!"

Chen Huaian groaned as a tremendous tug lifted his body skyward, then smashed him brutally onto the frigid Immortal-Slaying Platform surface.

The chains constricted tighter.

His arms and legs stretched out wide, fixed rigidly at the platform's heart, unable to move.

All his Immortal Power, Demonic Energy, and even the sword formed from Heavenly Dao rules got fully sealed right then.

Total domination.

Personal strength paled utterly before the Heavenly Rules.

"Hahahaha!"

A piercing, mad cackle broke the heavy quiet.

Mo Li Qing brushed golden blood from his lips, staring at the once-dominant figure now sprawled helpless on the platform like a corpse. His fear morphed instantly into vengeful delight.

"Keep acting superior! Go on, act superior now!!"

"Welcome to the Immortal-Slaying Platform! The ultimate sacred treasure crafted and blessed by Heavenly Emperor Hao Tian himself!

You're just a fresh True Immortal—don't dream of resisting it. Even Golden Immortals or Great Luo Immortals step onto this and have to bow their heads for execution!"

Mo Li Hong gave a dark, mocking laugh too. His Primordial Chaos Pearl Umbrella was cracked, yet his face showed even greater smugness.

"Mortal trash stays mortal trash."

"Did you really believe swinging a dull axe at the Gate of Heaven let you topple the skies?"

"Every single rebel slain here on the Immortal-Slaying Platform—wasn't any one more gifted than you? More haughty and overconfident? What happened to them?"

He gestured toward the thick layers of dried blood encrusting the platform.

"They all ended up as nothing more than another bloodstain here!"

Chen Huaian stayed silent.

He rested calmly atop the platform, sensing the chains drain his inner strength hungrily, like parasitic worms.

His gaze stayed sharp and serene, as though he lounged carefree amid drifting clouds instead of facing doom.

Just then.

ROAR——!!!

A deafening bellow ripped apart the blood fog.

A colossal black Fierce Beast barreled in from afar, bellowing wildly.

Covered in gore, its scales cracked and armor broken, it had obviously survived a brutal clash.

It was Muscle Tyrant.

Spotting its master chained weakly on the platform, the beast's eyes—normally wild with savagery and hunger—flared blood-red.

"Master!!"

Muscle Tyrant exploded in rage.

Ignoring all danger, it lunged at the Immortal-Slaying Platform, jaws agape to Devour All Things, clamping ferociously on the chains holding Chen Huaian.

"Snap for me, you bastards!!!"

Crack!

A sharp breaking noise echoed.

Two of Muscle Tyrant's star-crushing fangs snapped clean off.

The chains didn't budge an inch. Instead, a red glow pulsed over the Immortal-Slaying Platform, summoning endless fresh chains from nowhere.

Like coiling serpents, they wrapped Muscle Tyrant's huge frame tight and hurled it crashing down next to Chen Huaian.

One huge, one small. One human, one beast.

Both locked in utter helplessness.

"Oh, look, it's that dumb glutton beast."

Mo Li Shou petted his quivering Flower-Fox Marten, smirking viciously.

"What's this? So desperate to join him in death?"

"Beasts remain beasts. Blind to the bigger picture, devoid of awe."

Chains bit deeply into Muscle Tyrant's flesh, agony causing its entire frame to shudder violently, yet its gaze stayed locked with savage intensity on the Four Heavenly Kings as a deep, guttural growl rumbled from its throat:

"Let him go..."

"You trash... let him go!!"

"Let him go?" Mo Li Qing acted like he'd just heard the world's funniest joke. "Fine."

He advanced to the Immortal-Slaying Platform's brink, gazing down haughtily at Muscle Tyrant from above.

"Provided you drop to your knees immediately and kowtow three times before this Heavenly King."

"Afterward..." His finger jabbed toward Chen Huaian at his side, eyes gleaming with vicious spite and loathing. "Rip off this mortal's head with your teeth."

"Do it, and this Heavenly King won't just let you live—he'll make you the guardian hound of South Heaven Gate. Deal?"

The atmosphere turned solid.

Muscle Tyrant ceased its thrashing.

Its head swiveled toward Chen Huaian nearby.

The Immortal-Slaying Platform's rules had already shattered their soul contract long ago.

Right now, Muscle Tyrant possessed true freedom.

Betrayal for survival lay fully within its power.

Chen Huaian met its stare too.

His eyes carried no orders, no begging—just serene "trust."

"Master..."

A torrent of broken memories abruptly surged into Muscle Tyrant's thoughts.

An everyday gloomy day unfolded.

A filthy tiny black kitten, weak in aura, huddled beside a door.

Warm hands reached out... and lifted it gently.

"Little one, you share a bond with This Venerable One!"

...

Those scenes marked the dawn of its recollections.

Through the ensuing years, that man scorned it for gluttony, mocked its ugliness, and called it an "idiot" endless times.

Yet when foes swarmed it, he always unsheathed his blade first, shielding it boldly.

As Wu E's possession nearly scattered its soul, he poured everything in, harnessing nine mighty Fierce Beasts' might to rebuild its True Form.

To it,

He wasn't a grand redeemer or mighty True Immortal.

Simply Chen Huaian... who on a mundane gloomy day offered it a home.

"Dog..."

Muscle Tyrant bared its jagged teeth in a grin, issuing a raspy chuckle.

"I'm truly a dog."

"But my master's dog!"

Abruptly, it jerked its head up and hocked a glob of blood-mixed black spit right onto Mo Li Qing's smug visage.

"You lot?"

"Not worthy to be this lord's dog chow!!"

"You court death!!!"

Mo Li Qing erupted in fury. That spit scorched his face like molten iron, incinerating his final trace of sanity.

"Craving death? This Heavenly King fulfills it!"

"Immortal-Slaying Platform! Hoist the blade!!"

Rumble—

Accompanying that enraged bellow.

High atop the Immortal-Slaying Platform, a colossal tear ripped through the sky above.

A rusted ghost-headed guillotine blade, spanning a hundred zhang, exuding pure annihilating menace, gradually materialized.

No keen edge adorned it.

For it cleaved not meat, but karma, the Cycle of Reincarnation, the essence of being.

Down came the blade.

Slow in its descent.

Yet that inexorable aura of doom pressed like a spectral colossal palm, grinding down the spirits of both creatures.

"Feeling fear?"

Chen Huaian's voice broke the tension.

Soft-toned, but piercing straight to Muscle Tyrant's hearing.

Muscle Tyrant eyed the nearing blade, frame quaking beyond control.

As a Fierce Beast, death terrified it above all.

"Afraid..."

Muscle Tyrant tucked its neck, tears streaming freely.

"Master, I don't wanna die..."

"Haven't gorged enough..."

"Haven't savored life fully."

Chen Huaian grinned—the initial smile since his ensnarement upon the platform.

"Then..."

His sight fixed on the plunging blade, twin golden fires blazed alive in his eyes.

"Nobody dictates our end."

The blade plunged.

Merely three inches from Chen Huaian's throat.

Mo Li Qing's feral smirk hit its zenith.

"Perish!!"

CLANG——!!!

A deafening clash capable of rending souls thundered over the Immortal-Slaying Platform.

No gore erupted.

No skull tumbled.

That moment stretched time endlessly.

The apparently invincible ghost-headed execution blade halted suspended.

Upon Chen Huaian, a spectral form had materialized unbeknownst.

A battle general in ragged armor gripped a fractured spear.

Not towering in build, yet under that blade, he loomed like a sky-propping peak.

Clutching that shattered spear with arms long stripped of flesh and blood, he stood resolute, frantically propping up the crashing blade.