Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 894: Disqualified from Humanity

Earth Star.

Beneath the Heaven and Earth Millstone, all existence withered and decayed.

The aura of that white-robed Sword Immortal vanished in an instant.

"Hmph—! A mere ant, daring to dream of overturning the heavens? Preposterous, pathetic!"

Taishang Laojun sensed his strike had found its mark.

The Great Dao Laws had indeed pulverized Chen Huaian's Golden Body,

and he had not held back at all; the entirety of Earth Star had been pierced straight through.

The internal equilibrium of Earth Star was now shattered; magma from the mantle was on the verge of eruption. When that transpired, volcanoes globally would enter a state of eruption, and the entire Earth Star would be enveloped in a dust-laden haze, resembling the apocalypse.

Taishang Laojun gazed coldly at the black hole, with no inclination to intervene and mend it.

Even for him, this was merely an inconsequential trifle.

After all, endowed with the rhythms of Heaven and Earth's Dao, what was moving mountains and filling seas to him?

Even if countless sentient beings were being annihilated every single second.

So what?

This world would soon enter a new cycle of reincarnation anyway. Given that reincarnation signifies the end of life, his current actions were merely hastening the demise of these ants.

Boom!

The continental shelves underwent massive collapse.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons…

All manner of super natural disasters surged forth violently and simultaneously.

Earth Star, the surface.

This was no longer the mortal realm, but a living hell.

Magma, like festering pus and blood,

erupted from the wounds of the earth, instantly engulfing the flourishing cities.

"Mommy…"

A young girl stood on the fractured asphalt road, clutching a soiled teddy bear tightly in her hand.

Her cries were swallowed before they could travel far by the resounding collapse of a distant skyscraper.

The next instant.

The ground gave way.

That small teddy bear tumbled alone into a bottomless chasm, interred along with that unfinished plea for "Help!" amidst the scorching darkness.

No one fled.

Because there was nowhere to escape to.

An elderly man sat on a park bench, observing the volcanic ash descend from the sky like an unending snowfall, and peacefully shut his eyes; a couple clung to each other amidst the ruins, attempting to utilize their body heat to combat the world's chill, ultimately transforming into two charred, blackened effigies.

All sentient life suffers.

Yet in the perception of the deities, this was merely a cleansing.

…

Exorcist Division, underground sanctuary.

The dim emergency illumination flickered intermittently, with dull thuds continuously resounding from above.

Dust sifted down, settling upon pallid, bloodless countenances.

The personnel of the Exorcist Division huddled in a corner.

Zhao Ling wielded a long spear, desperately bracing against the entrance that was on the brink of collapse, her knuckles stark white from the exertion, the skin between her thumb and forefinger ruptured, blood trickling down the spear shaft.

At another entryway beginning to yield, Strawberry Bear's entire frame was positioned there, akin to a load-bearing column. However, the sanctuary was, after all, constructed upon the bedrock of the strata. Now, it was not solely the surface collapsing; the very strata were disintegrating.

Separation was only a matter of time.

"Hold… hold on! Everyone, hold on!!"

Zhao Ling bellowed, yet her voice carried an uncontrollable quaver.

Behind her, Xiang Xiaoyuan desperately channeled healing Qi.

She gritted her teeth, uttering no sound.

She understood that should her resolve falter,

the hundreds of elderly, infirm, women, and children behind her would truly be doomed.

"Where is the Governor…"

From a corner, Lin Lingling, having just attended to a wounded individual, suddenly inquired.

The young girl tilted her head upwards, her eyes, typically vibrant and spirited, for the first time betraying an emotion termed "bewilderment."

"Governor… where has he gone?"

No one offered a reply.

Only the rock strata overhead emitted a grating, teeth-jarring sound, akin to the death knell sounded by the Reaper.

…

Kunlun Mountain, the apex.

This was Earth Star's final sanctuary of purity, its sole haven.

The Mountain Protection Array operated at full capacity, the golden luminous barrier swaying precariously amidst the fierce tempest, much like a bubble struggling within raging waves.

Hua Jin the True One stood before the Immortal Palace, her Daoist robes billowing wildly in the wind.

She cast her gaze downwards upon the infernal, tragic tableau unfolding in the mortal world below,

then lifted her head to survey the assembly of immortals positioned aloofly in the Nine Heavens.

"These… are the 'immortals' by whom I have been guided all this time?"

She emitted a mirthless laugh, suddenly finding the situation utterly ludicrous.

Regarding all beings as worthless vegetation, treating all phenomena as ephemeral straw dogs.

She had once believed that the immortals turned a blind eye to the mortal world solely due to the endless cycle of reincarnation. Yet, even before a new cycle commenced, they remained aloof as the world met its demise, witnessing living beings perish in agony… Was this callous cruelty truly the behavior of the immortals she had once revered?

Unbeknownst to her, the fervent devotion and yearning she held for the immortals and the Celestial God Clan had long since begun to fracture.

But now, she was powerless to act.

As a mere mortal cultivator, she lacked even the standing to question them.

"Activate the grand formation!"

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Hua Jin the True One channeled every iota of her spiritual power into the great formation.

Even if the entire world were to be annihilated.

She was determined to safeguard this final legacy of Kunlun.

…

Somewhere amidst the desolate wilderness.

Gu Changsheng knelt on the ground, unconcerned by the mud, his eyes swimming with tears.

"Ancestor… is the Ancestor… gone?" His hands trembled as he attempted to grasp a lingering wisp of aura in the void, only to close his fist around a handful of cold, powdery volcanic ash.

They had been on their way to the location where Chen Huaian was engaged in battle with the assembled immortals.

Under the overwhelming influence of that Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm, their cultivation was completely suppressed, rendering flight impossible. They were forced to proceed on foot.

Long before they could reach the chaotic battlefield, the imposing Heaven and Earth Millstone descended.

That familiar aura, once so potent, abruptly ceased to exist.

Beside him, Zhang Yibai's face was ashen, drained of all color.

Despite possessing a physical form, he was also the sword spirit of the formidable Black Scales Sword.

At this precise moment, his Sea of Consciousness was utterly desolate, shrouded in silence.

The divine sword, with which he had always shared an unbreakable resonance, had completely severed their connection.

The Black Scales Sword was annihilated.

Annihilated beyond recovery.

That man who always carried a smile, as if capable of propping up the heavens even in their collapse, this time… it seemed he had truly failed to endure.

Yet, he could not voice this grim realization.

Gazing at the profound despair etched onto Gu Changsheng's features, Zhang Yibai drew a ragged breath, forcing a smile that was more contorted than any crying face:

"What absurd nonsense are you spouting?"

"Your Ancestor Chen… he possesses a resilience forged by fate!

The heavens favor the fortunate. He is undoubtedly… undoubtedly concealing himself somewhere, meticulously preparing some grand counter-move!"

Before the final word left his lips, two stark trails of tears silently streamed down his cheeks.

…

High above, within the Nine Heavens.

Taishang Laojun retracted his gaze,

without so much as a lingering look at the colossal black chasm that plunged directly towards the Earth's core, a gaping wound ripped open by the Heaven and Earth Millstone.

It was the scar upon Earth Star, the harbinger of its impending doom.

"It is concluded," he stated.

His voice was light, as if he had merely brushed aside an insignificant insect.

The surrounding celestial beings and deities began to exchange congratulations, reveling in the news that this defiant individual had finally met his end, celebrating the restoration of the realm's established order.

However.

Precisely at the zenith of their joyous celebration.

*Hummm—!!!*

A peculiar, resonant hum erupted between the heavens and the earth, utterly without warning.

It wasn't an explosion, but rather a sound… the sound of space itself being violently compressed.

The expression of indifference that had settled upon Taishang Laojun's face instantly became rigid, frozen.

The triumphant laughter of the assembled immortals and deities abruptly choked off.

They watched as the void, previously obscured by billowing smoke, began to ripple and distort with violent intensity.

It was akin to the disturbance caused by a stone cast into placid water.

In the very next instant.

A mountain.

A majestic, verdant peak, radiating vibrant spiritual energy, utterly alien to the current state of Earth Star.

Materialized from seemingly nowhere.

It possessed no physical substance, yet its presence felt terrifyingly tangible. Every ancient pine adorning its slopes, every cascading spring, even the ethereal mist swirling amongst its summits, was rendered with perfect clarity.

Could it be… a mere illusion?

This fleeting thought had barely formed in their minds…

*BOOM—!!!*

The immortal mountain descended from the celestial expanse.

With flawless, unerring accuracy.

It plunged directly into the immense black hole that Taishang Laojun had created.

A perfect congruence.

As if a missing piece, a nail originally meant for that specific spot, was being forcefully driven into place.

The eruption from the planet's mantle… ceased.

The violent tremors shaking the earth… subsided.

The multitude of immortals and deities gazed in utter astonishment at the suddenly manifested colossal mountain, at the exotic flora and rare herbs adorning its slopes, which they had never encountered before, sensing an utterly foreign aura emanating from its laws.

In that profound moment.

Even Taishang Laojun's hand, which held his horsetail whisk…

uncontrollably…

began to tremble.

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