Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 889: Let's see what backlash looks like?
Previously on Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?...
The Endless Sea was a place of tumultuous waves, reaching ten thousand feet high.
Observing the million-year World Ring being forcibly taken, emanating a soft golden divine radiance, the Golden Dragon King showed a flicker of impatience in his eyes.
There was no time to extract the soul of that foolish whale.
"Go!"
With a grand gesture, a pitch-black rift tore through space.
The World Ring, coveted by the entire Canglan Realm, transformed into a streak of light, instantly vanishing into the deep void.
If one desires a million-year World Ring, they must face the karma associated with it.
What they truly dreaded was the White Sword, not the pawns serving under the White Sword. The soul of the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale was their own problem to handle. If they couldn't manage it... then their own avarice would be to blame. It certainly wouldn't be the fault of him, the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings....
Meanwhile, on another front.
[Ding! Resource allocation for the million-year World Ring is complete!]
[Claim?]
Chen Huaian, who had already been fighting Tang Ritian with all his might, received the World Ring precisely when he needed it. His response was a decisive: "Claim!"
Boom——!!!
The heavens seemed to shatter. The previously overcast sky was ripped open as if by an invisible colossal hand the moment the World Ring materialized. A massive World Ring, predominantly pale gold and etched with dense, blood-red runes, descended with a terrifying, primordial aura. This pressure was overwhelmingly potent, incredibly heavy. Ancient trees within a hundred-mile radius snapped in unison, and the ground fractured inch by inch under its weight. Tang Ritian, on the verge of delivering a fatal blow, suddenly froze. The pressure felt like a divine mountain, ten thousand feet tall, pressing directly onto his head. Despite being a Legendary Battle Master and having activated his God-Slaying Domain, he was utterly immobilized, his ferocious Battle Power forcibly suppressed. "This... what is this?!" Tang Ritian stared upwards in absolute horror at the World Ring hovering above Li Qingran. The runes upon it... that aura... it far exceeded ten thousand years. It was vastly beyond that! And it surpassed... his comprehension! "A... a million years?!" Tang Er and Little Rabbit were flattened against the ground, finding even the act of breathing to be a struggle. Behind Li Qingran, Chen Huaian acted without hesitation, his semi-transparent hand reaching out to grasp the World Ring. "Refine!" Roar——!!! A roar filled with deep resentment and a sense of unfulfillment erupted from the depths of Chen Huaian's soul. A brilliant, deep-blue light flared as the phantom of a gargantuan whale, immense as a mountain range and covered in sharp spines, surged forth from the World Ring. It was the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale, one of the demigods of the Endless Sea in this realm. It had met an unjust and grievously wronged end. Being struck down by the Golden Dragon King was one thing, but now it was being refined by a mere Battle Soul, one that wasn't even a Battle Master? Why?! "Ant!!" Furious flames burned within the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale's colossal pupils as it fixed its gaze upon Chen Huaian's insignificant Divine Soul. "You dare to covet this deity's World Ring?!" "Since you wish to devour it, then this deity shall shatter your soul! Scatter your spirit to the dust!!" It opened its maw, vast enough to engulf heaven and earth, carrying billowing resentment, and lunged towards Chen Huaian. Facing the dying counterattack of this demigod-level Fierce Beast, Chen Huaian simply observed it calmly, as if watching a rabid dog oblivious to its imminent doom. "Backlash?" He gently shook his head. "You should... show This Venerable One what a true backlash entails." The instant his words were spoken. Hum— The darkness within his soul abruptly receded, replaced by an endless expanse of white. There was no sky, no earth, only... a sword. This was no ordinary blade; it was a Dao Sword, forged from Chen Huaian's Golden Immortal Divine Soul. The Mountain-Sea Whale's massive form froze abruptly. It sensed it. A bone-chilling cold that made its very soul tremble, a cold that paralyzed its will to resist. It perceived a figure clad in white, whiter than the purest snow, standing with his back to it, hands clasped behind him. That figure, though slender, exuded an presence more towering and solitary than the heavens and earth combined. "You... who are you?!" No... something is not right! This aura... although it still emanates from that previous Battle Soul, it has become infinitely more majestic! But how could the Battle Soul of a mere Battle Ancestor bestow such a divine-level pressure upon it? It couldn't ascertain the specific level of divinity. For although it had reached the pinnacle of demigodhood, it was ultimately not a true god. How could it comprehend the vastness that lay beyond godhood? The Mountain-Sea Whale's voice trembled.
It attempted to escape, but discovered the surrounding space had long been sealed.
The Swordsman in White did not turn his head.
Only the Dao Sword suspended in the air trembled slightly.
Swish.
Without a sound.
A faint, pale line flashed across the neck of the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale's soul.
One strike from a Golden Immortal, and the heavens and earth fell silent.
The colossal eyes of the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale, brimming with terror, slowly dimmed.
Its body, its resentment, its very soul.
Beneath that single sword, like early snow encountering a scorching sun, it silently dissolved, disintegrated,
Finally transforming into the purest energy, which meekly merged into the pale golden World Ring.
...
The outside world.
It felt as if mere an instant had elapsed.
The violently turbulent, million-year-old World Ring quivered slightly above Li Qingran's head,
Then, like a compliant hound, it slipped onto Chen Huaian's finger.
Hum!
Beneath Chen Huaian's previously bare form, a pale golden halo materialized.
Concurrently, a larger halo also appeared beneath Li Qingran's feet.
An ancient and desolate aura, emanating from Li Qingran as its center, radiated outwards in all directions.
Tang Ritian felt his scalp prickle with dread.
He had indeed provoked a formidable opponent!
Yet, there was no path to retreat now.
His Killing Intent had been fully unleashed.
Should Li Qingran's peculiar Battle Soul successfully absorb this terrifying World Ring, then both he and his son were undoubtedly doomed this very day!
"Absorbing a World Ring requires time! Even a deity couldn't accomplish it instantly!"
A flicker of desperation flashed in Tang Ritian's eyes.
"Now! Disrupt him!"
Boom!
He ceased holding back. The nine World Rings adorning his person ignited, the immense silhouette of the Mount Sumeru Rod materialized behind him, and his blood-soaked Domain expanded.
Every Battle Technique, Battle Soul True Form, God-Slaying Domain... all converged into a single, all-out assault!
Having already detonated his soul once against Bixixi, he could not afford to repeat that feat.
However, this current strike was still not to be underestimated.
"Die... you scoundrel!!!"
The Great Mount Sumeru Sun-Sky Rod clutched in Tang Ritian's hands swelled with the wind, transforming into a colossal pillar that seemed to support the heavens,
Carrying all of his Battle Power,
Bearing the desperate final strike of a Legendary Battle Master... it descended like a meteor towards Li Qingran, who was engrossed in absorbing the World Ring with closed eyes.
Boom!
This attack ripped through space, collapsing the very void.
Tang Er and Little Rabbit instinctively shut their eyes in terror.
However.
Just as the colossal rod was about to brush against Li Qingran's hair.
Behind Li Qingran, the White-clothed Swordsman slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes held no discernible emotion, only the sharp glint of sword light.
Swish.
Li Qingran's right hand lifted unexpectedly.
Not to unsheathe a blade.
But to extend two slender, pale fingers.
Her index finger and middle finger.
Pressed together.
Then, confronting the gargantuan rod, capable of shattering the firmament, she gently raised them to intercept.
Thud————!!!
An exceedingly muffled sound, resonant as if from the planet's core, instantly permeated the entire forest.
The fierce gale abruptly ceased.
Birds in flight froze mid-air.
Dust and debris billowed upwards like a mushroom cloud, completely obscuring all visibility.
Only the immense, pitch-black, lightning-scorched Sun-Sky Rod.
Suspended merely three inches from Li Qingran's forehead.
Halted.
Utterly motionless.
And beneath the rod's tip.
The spectral image of the man clad in white, whiter than the purest snow, stood serenely behind Li Qingran, his form subtly overlapping hers.
His two fingers also lightly and effortlessly pinched the world-shattering colossal rod.
As if... pinching a mere chopstick.
Tang Ritian remained frozen in his aggressive striking posture, his eyes wide open, the corners splitting with blood that traced down his cheeks.
His gaze fixed upon the man in white.
The man, in turn, regarded him.
His expression was impassive, as if observing a fleeting mayfly.
"Scram—!"