Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 874: Chen Huai'an is dead?!

Chapter 874: Chen Huai'an is dead?!

The four Heavenly Emperors made their move, and the effect was immediate.

Although their Dao Rhythms were intercepted, the Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation behind Chen Huaian was like silk being unwound from a cocoon, already half destroyed, leaving only one immortal and one demon.

"A bunch of beasts, still trying to defy heaven?" Taishang Laojun sneered, "Over a hundred cycles of reincarnation, this old man could kill you a hundred times over. In this cycle, you still can't turn the heavens upside down!"

As if in response to Taishang Laojun's words.

The mournful cries of countless beasts resounded throughout the four directions of heaven and earth.

The various immortals looked at each other, but Taishang Laojun dismissed it with contempt.

All the Ascenders of Earth Star were just their sheep pen for the various immortals of Lingxiao. A bunch of flying birds and running beasts were merely weeds under the sheep pen. Let them howl; he considered it dirtying his own hands to even bother removing these weeds.

He pressed both hands downward.

Chen Huaian sat cross-legged, his face covered in blood and grime, looking up at the collapsing sky.

"Go."

He uttered softly.

Hum—

Behind him, that Sword Immortal Law Manifestation in plain white robes, holding a simple sword, with hair as white as snow, suddenly opened its eyes.

In those eyes was madness, was arrogance.

No heaven, no earth, no Sage!

What existed was the free-spirited elegance of one whose eloquent words could conjure half the glory of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The Sword Immortal rose, sword in hand.

The long sword thrust straight into the azure sky, its laughter like the roar of a dragon!

"Clouds yearn for her garments, flowers yearn for her face, the spring breeze brushes the railings, dew is richly scented!"

The first sword.

Where the sword light rose, clouds and mist scattered into rainbow garments, flying flowers condensed into sword edges.

The phantom danced upon the clouds, a single sword point revealing a thousand styles of elegance.

"Ten steps to kill one man, a thousand miles leaving no trace!"

The second sword.

The phantom suddenly condensed, its body transforming into a startling swan, the sword moving in a straight line, so fast it fractured time.

Only a white streak remained in the air, lingering without dispersing.

"Do you not see!?"

"The waters of the Yellow River... descending from the heavens!!!"

The third sword.

The sword stance abruptly shifted, an ink-black great river hanging inverted from the void, its surging waves all swords, its roars all edges.

The phantom stirred the long river, rolling it toward the millstone.

"I am the madman of Chu, singing phoenix songs to laugh at Confucius!"

The fourth sword, the sword emerged.

That Sword Cultivator Law Manifestation's figure suddenly became wildly unrestrained, its white hair dancing wildly, its sword moves no longer following any pattern—slash, thrust, flick, sweep—each carrying the momentum of a mountain collapsing.

"Wishing to ascend the azure sky to embrace the bright moon, all cherish lofty aspirations and soaring thoughts!"

The fifth sword.

The sword tip stabbed rapidly toward the sky, a solitary light like a Heavenly Ladder piercing straight through the Nine Heavens.

The phantom chased the light upward, as if to split the heavens and pluck the moon.

Five sword shadows, five immortal verses.

With the five styles fully unleashed, that Sword Cultivator Law Manifestation suddenly sheathed its sword and stood still.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

Taishang Laojun looked down coldly. Although those lawless sword lights contained the ultimate sword path, they ultimately floated insubstantially within this realm of heaven and earth. He could suppress them with a single hand.

"Ants relying on wine to boast poetic madness? Daring to challenge the heavens with this!? Ridiculous!"

"For this old man, break—!"

The millstone crashed down with a roar, all phenomena shattered and destroyed.

The Sword Immortal phantom shattered inch by inch.

Yet just before completely dispersing, it tilted its head back, draining the last wine from the gourd, then threw the gourd aside with a long laugh:

"Who can write beneath the pavilion—"

The shattering phantom suddenly solidified.

Five swords became one.

Poetic soul, wine aura, mad bones, Sword Intent, moonlight... all collapsed at this moment into a single point of cold starlight.

"—White-haired, the Tai Xuan Scripture!"

The cold starlight exploded.

A single sword light chilled the fourteen provinces.

The Heaven and Earth Millstone was slashed by that sword light, a sword scar splitting its center, tribulation fire freezing, the firmament cracking.

Taishang Laojun lowered his gaze, a trace of blood seeping faintly from his sleeve.

He raised his head, his eyes reflecting that Sword Immortal Law Manifestation about to disperse.

The manifestation was translucent, only its sword pointing skyward.

"Somewhat interesting. It seems this old man underestimated you!"

Taishang Laojun casually flicked his hand, the bloodstain on his sleeve burning away within the Six Ding Divine Fire.

Though unwilling to admit it, he had to say that the Sword Immortal before him was indeed the strongest Dragon Soul inheritor in over a hundred cycles of reincarnation.

He was strong. His sword path had already reached Peak Mastery.

Yet even so.

His sword path still hadn't transcended this heaven and earth, hadn't reached the level where it could contend with his Sage's rules.

This is the end.

Taishang Laojun lowered his eyes, feeling a hint of regret in his heart.

A pity he had to grind this person's bones to dust. Otherwise, if he could refine him into a pill or a puppet, he would be a great asset.

The horsetail whisk rose again.

Boom—!

Ten thousand miles of firmament fell in response to his hand, like an entire piece of colored glaze smashing toward the mortal dust.

The Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythms millstone that had just been shattered by the Sword Cultivator Law Manifestation actually coalesced once more, suppressing down toward Chen Huaian.

And now.

Standing behind Chen Huaian.

Remained only a single Heavenly Demon.

Chen Huaian did not move, only slightly frowned.

The great momentum of heaven and earth pressed down again, and blood couldn't help but spill from the corner of his mouth.

At the instant the Heaven and Earth Millstone was about to touch him.

The Heavenly Demon Law Manifestation violently opened a pair of fiery eyes burning with flames, gazing at the falling firmament.

Behind it, the void tore apart.

Iron hooves shattered the silence.

Armor clashed like thunder.

Dark, shadowy demonic figures silently emerged.

At a glance, there was no end in sight.

There were knights holding spears and leaping on horses, skeletal warhorses spewing ghostly fire.

There were heavy infantry arrayed like mountains, shields linked to form a dark city wall.

There were scouts spreading bone wings, hovering mid-air like a crow swarm blotting out the sun.

There were craftsmen pushing giant crossbows, the ballistae entwined with bloody runes.

A thousand armies.

Ten thousand horses.

They came from the abyss, from annihilation, from the unyielding souls of those who had died in battle through cycle after cycle of reincarnation.

No battle cries.

Only a deathly silent, murderous aura.

The Heavenly Demon still did not move.

But the endless legion behind it, moved.

The heavy shield soldiers in the front row simultaneously thrust their giant shields into the void.

The shields took root, flesh and bone connected, transforming into a black Great Wall spanning heaven and earth.

Behind the wall, arrows were nocked, long spears pointed forward, iron cavalry crouched low.

Layer upon layer, dense and packed.

They stood before Chen Huaian.

With their bodies, with their weapons, with their empty souls and burning obsessions.

The sky, after all, came crashing down.

The shield wall instantly bent.

The bone demon soldiers holding the shields had their skeletons completely shattered, yet not a single one retreated.

Their feet were rooted in the void, their hands grown together with their shields, their eyes through their visors, staring fixedly at the pressing sky.

Shields shattered, souls perished.

The second row of long spear soldiers stepped forward, a forest of spears stabbing upward.

Spears broke, bodies snapped.

Their forms turned to flying dust within the great momentum of heaven and earth.

The third row of iron cavalry charged.

Skeletal warhorses leaped, knights swung blades toward the sky.

Horse whinnies and human roars crashed against the heavenly curtain.

But like waves crashing on a reef, they shattered into a sky full of black mist.

Row after row.

The demon army silently marched to their deaths.

With their vanishing bodies, inch by inch, they held up the falling firmament.

They could not hold it back.

But they were buying time.

Buying a moment.

Buying a sliver of insignificant gap.

The Heavenly Demon finally moved.

It took a step forward.

The void beneath its feet cracked like a tortoiseshell.

It raised both hands—reaching back and grasping.

The Black Qi scattered by the fallen demon army surged like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, madly rushing toward its arms.

Broken spears, shattered shields, warhorse remnants, knights' obsessions... every trace left by the war dead coalesced in its hands.

Condensing into two blades.

The blades were entwined with the roars of a million souls.

The Heavenly Demon crossed the two blades, raising them to block!

Clang————————!!!!

A tremendous roar shook the Nine Heavens.

The twin blades held up the sky falling like colored glaze.

The Heavenly Demon's knees bent, layers upon layers of ring-shaped shockwaves exploding beneath its feet.

It turned its head.

Looking back at Chen Huaian, sitting cross-legged, his face covered in blood and grime.

In those burning eyes was reflected the Cultivator's pale face.

It grinned.

The next second, the firmament completely pressed down.

The twin blades shattered, and the firmament also shattered inch by inch.

The demonic body began exploding from the fingertips, inch by inch.

That grin remained on its face until its head also turned to flying dust.

The Legion of Thousands, all perished.

The Heavenly Demon Law Manifestation, destroyed.

Heaven and earth fell into tranquility once more.

The various immortals on the Nine Heavens were dumbfounded, silent as cicadas in winter.

"This... what origin does this Sword Cultivator have? He actually blocked the Sage's Dao Rhythms twice!"

"Laojun's Dao Rhythms carry the great momentum of this heaven and earth. Ordinary Dao Rhythms before him are like stars trying to outshine the bright moon. This Sword Cultivator actually blocked them twice!"

"He's only a Golden Immortal now. If he were allowed to grow up, to fully condense his own Dao Rhythms, I'm afraid..."

Heavenly Emperor Hao Tian gazed at the figure sitting cross-legged in meditation, and for a moment, he felt his scalp go numb.

He had only one thought in his heart at this moment—he absolutely must not allow Chen Huaian to grow up, otherwise there would definitely be a huge problem!

The various immortals' discussions were endless, and their shock and fear were fully within Taishang Laojun's perception.

He narrowed his eyes, the killing intent in them growing stronger.

The stubbornness of ants, to a Sage like him, was an insult.

Fortunately.

The Sword Path Law Manifestation and the Demonic Path Law Manifestation were both shattered.

This Sword Cultivator had already exhausted his tricks.

He flicked his horsetail whisk once more.

The Heaven and Earth Millstone appeared for the third time, grinding down toward that minuscule figure.

His pair of turbid old eyes suddenly erupted with two dazzling golden lights.

The dormant Sage power within his body was pressed forward in its entirety.

The originally ten-thousand-zhang-sized Heaven and Earth Millstone, in this instant, actually expanded tenfold again!

The Great Dao runes on it no longer flowed but directly ignited, transforming into tribulation fire that destroyed everything.

"Die!!!"

Boom—!!!

Chen Huaian's cross-legged sitting figure was instantly swallowed by the Heaven and Earth Millstone and the sky-filling tribulation fire.

Thump—!!!

A dull sound.

As if the heart of the entire universe skipped a beat.

The void outside the South Heaven Gate instantly collapsed.

A bottomless, ten-thousand-mile-wide massive void appeared in the spot where Chen Huaian had originally been.

...

Earth Star, Western Hemisphere.

The bustling supercity was at its peak midnight liveliness.

Suddenly.

A pitch-black pillar of light shot up from the ground, instantly piercing through the earth's surface.

Heaven and earth fell silent; besides the rumbling, not a single sound could be heard.

Only disappearance.

Tens of millions of people, along with the concrete jungle of steel and cement, vanished into nothingness in an instant.

Like a long spear, it pierced through the Nine Heavens, pierced through the mortal realm, pierced through... the entire Earth Star.

...

On the Nine Heavens.

The dust settled.

Only a Black Hole remained where the Sword Cultivator had been.

The various immortals fell silent.

After a long while.

"Hahahaha!" An Immortal pointed at the Black Hole and laughed maniacally, "Laojun is mighty! That demonic fiend is finally executed!"

"Smashed to pieces! Not even dregs remain! How satisfying!!"

The various immortals reacted, clapping their hands and laughing one after another, singing praises and extolling virtues.

In a corner of the ruins.

Inside a damaged, flattened Purple Gold Gourd.

Muscle Tyrant curled up, gazing at that massive abyss, letting out a heart-rending, lung-tearing cry of grief.

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