Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 909: Another Method

Within a barren, desolate valley in the Canglan Realm.

"Mother, what am I to do?"

"Father was slain by an enemy... yet that same enemy has shown favor to my beloved..."

"Now, because of that enemy, my beloved and I are nearly estranged... Should I truly cast aside my hatred for my father...?"

Tang Er knelt before his mother's cenotaph, his gaze hollow, resembling a soulless automaton.

"My child..."

A gentle voice, akin to a spring breeze carrying soft rain, caressed his ears.

Tang Er's head jerked up abruptly.

Numerous Mother's Love Grasses were in full bloom around the grave.

A spectral, beautiful figure slowly materialized under the ethereal moonlight.

Her features and aura perfectly mirrored the mother who had frequently visited his dreams.

"Mother?!"

Tang Er's entire body quivered, tears instantly clouding his vision.

He yearned to embrace her, yet feared this apparition was but a dream poised to shatter at any moment.

"It is I."

The "Mother's Love Grass Empress," conjured by the Golden Dragon King, extended a hand, letting it hover just above Tang Er's cheek. Her eyes radiated maternal adoration and profound sorrow.

"My child, you have endured so much suffering."

"Your mother has been observing you always, watching you lose your father, lose your beloved, lose everything..."

"Mother..." Tang Er could no longer contain himself, erupting into a wail like a wronged child,

"I am utterly useless! I cannot avenge him! That man is far too powerful, his strength crushes all hope within me!"

"No, you are not weak. You are merely... a bit inexperienced, but..."

The "Mother's Love Grass Empress" gently shook her head, her voice resonating with solemnity and depth:

"You are, however, a born king. You simply have not yet discovered the path to the pinnacle."

"My child, if vengeance is truly what you desire, if you yearn to crush those who have trampled upon your dignity,

then you must embark upon a path few dare to tread—the Path to Godhood."

"God?" Tang Er ceased his weeping, a flicker of hope igniting within his eyes.

"Indeed, the path to becoming a god. Not merely any god, but one who commands the collective might of various deities!"

The [Mother's Love Empress] gestured towards the distant north, indicating the most shadowed and tumultuous region on the entire Canglan Continent.

"Journey to Demon Tower City."

"It is a land steeped in ultimate malevolence, devoid of law or morality, existing solely on primal slaughter and bloodshed. Within it lies the Hell Colosseum. Should you manage to achieve 999 consecutive victories, baptizing your very soul in the ichor of countless formidable warriors..."

"You shall capture the attention of the God of Death and unlock the gateway to true godhood."

"However..."

The [Mother's Love] regarded Tang Er, her tone adopting a harsh edge:

"You must contemplate this carefully. Once you set foot in that place, all emotion, all weakness, must be shed.

You will eventually transform into a mere instrument, an automaton driven solely by the impulse to kill."

"Can... can you achieve this?"

Tang Er fell into a profound silence.

His gaze drifted to his own scarred hands, recalling the brutal demise of his father,

remembering the image of Little Rabbit turning her back and walking away, and recollecting the haughty gaze of that White-clothed Swordsman who viewed mortals as insignificant insects.

After an extended pause.

He raised his head. Not a shred of warmth remained in his Demonic Pupils; only an abyssal, frigid stillness.

"I can."

"I... have absolutely nothing left anyway."

"As long as I can attain greater strength. As long as I can exact my revenge."

"Even if I am to become an unfeeling machine..."

Tang Er rose to his feet, clenching his jaw:

"Even if I become a demon..."

"I shall not falter."

...

Observing Tang Er's retreating form gradually vanish into the enveloping night,

the facade of maternal affection around the Golden Dragon King's mouth dissolved instantly, replaced by a chilling, triumphant sneer.

Excellent.

Hatred serves as the most potent nourishment.

Tang Er, imbued with the Destiny Energy of this plane, will undoubtedly achieve astonishing growth on this path of slaughter, provided he survives.

When the moment arrives, an Asura God, thoroughly corrupted by pure hatred, will confront that Li Qingran, who possesses merely a collection of World Rings...

This grand spectacle has only just commenced.

...

The Golden Dragon King ascended back to the Divine Realm.

He promptly summoned two of his subordinates—the resplendent Fire God, clad in searing flames, and the enigmatic God of Death, enshrouded in a dark, flowing robe.

The Golden Dragon King, seated high upon his celestial throne, issued his command with majestic authority:

"There is a young man in the Canglan Realm, known as Tang Er, who is poised to journey towards Demon Tower City. Both of you, make immediate preparations for the Divine Trial qualifications for him."

"The instant he completes his unbroken victory streak, initiate the formidable Dual God Trial without delay!"

The Fire God and the God of Death exchanged a look, their eyes betraying a shared astonishment.

A Dual God Trial?

This represented an unprecedented occurrence!

However, as this was the direct command of the Dragon God, they dared not disobey.

"We heed your divine decree!"

...

Concurrently.

Starry Sky Great Forest, at its core region.

Thanks to the tireless advocacy by Little Rabbit, Bear Big, and Jiao Two, the renown of Chen Huaian surged dramatically throughout the World Beast communities.

Within a mere three days, a multitude of World Beasts had become aware of a human capable of bestowing human form upon them.

Yet, this claim was only accepted by a fraction of the World Beasts; the majority remained mired in skepticism.

Deep within the woods, a modest wooden dwelling.

Chen Huaian and Li Qingran had just concluded their Qi cultivation when the voice of Little Rabbit was heard calling from outside their door.

Upon opening the entrance.

They beheld three colossal, formidable World Beasts, each boasting a lifespan of a hundred thousand years, looming outside like immense mountains.

An Earth Devil Rhinoceros, a Ghost-Face Demon Spider, and a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear were present.

Their gazes, filled with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, were directed at Li Qingran.

"The human who can grant us human form... is she?"

The Earth Devil Rhinoceros, with its 180,000 years of existence, let out a contemptuous snort, dislodging leaves from the surrounding trees.

"Little Rabbit, are you attempting to deceive us? A mere child, not even a Legendary Battle Master, is supposed to help us achieve human form?"

"Precisely," chimed in the Ghost-Face Demon Spider, its tone laced with a sinister suspicion. "I suspect this is a ruse, designed to ensnare us into surrendering our World Rings and World Bones."

Little Rabbit's countenance shifted, and she was on the verge of offering an explanation.

BOOM—!!!

An overwhelming, savage pressure, redolent of the primordial chaos of ancient epochs, unfurled instantaneously from behind Li Qingran.

Chen Huaian's form gradually coalesced.

Without making a physical move, he cast a nonchalant glance at these three beasts who had displayed such audacious disrespect.

THUMP!

Three resounding impacts echoed.

The three overlords, each a hundred-thousand-year-old World Beast, were promptly flattened against the earth, utterly immobilized.

Awestruck, they fixated on the two million-year World Rings pulsating serenely beneath Chen Huaian's feet, their eyes nearly protruding from their sockets.

"Mi... million-year?!"

"Two of them?!"

What kind of monstrous entity could this be?

Chen Huaian gazed down upon them, a frigid sneer gracing his lips:

"Now... does This Venerable One possess sufficient qualification?"

The three World Beasts nodded with frantic haste, their heads striking the ground with loud, rhythmic thuds.

"Qualified! Qualified! Master, show mercy!"

However, Chen Huaian merely shook his head, his voice dripping with disdain:

"You deem This Venerable One qualified, yet This Venerable One considers... you unworthy."

"Your strongest cultivator is merely 180,000 years. Such meager cultivation, This Venerable One cannot even be bothered to make a move."

A flush of shame and humiliation spread across the faces of the three beasts.

They were regarded as supreme rulers within the Canglan Realm, accustomed to unchallenged dominance. When had they ever endured such an insult?

Nevertheless, circumstances dictated their obedience; they could only endure the humiliation.

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Huaian casually gestured towards the Earth Devil Rhinoceros, possessing the highest cultivation among them.

Although a 180,000-year World Ring was beneath his consideration, it sufficed to assist Li Qingran in her ascension to the rank of Legendary Battle Master.

Following another round of procedures.

The World Bone was extracted, the World Ring claimed, and the physical form was reshaped.

As a man with dark skin and a physique like an iron tower emerged from the fiery transformation,

the two remaining World Beasts were utterly astonished, immediately prostrating themselves and pleading with Chen Huaian for his aid.

The irrefutable evidence lay before their eyes; they had no choice but to believe.

Yet, Chen Huaian simply waved his hand dismissively, too indifferent to engage them further.

He presented the recently acquired 180,000-year World Ring and World Bone to Li Qingran,

and directly in the presence of the assembled World Beasts, he maintained a vigilant watch over Li Qingran, facilitating her breakthrough.

In less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Li Qingran, with Chen Huaian's assistance, had fully assimilated the 180,000-year World Ring and World Bone.

Her strength consequently advanced from Peak Battle Master to the 99th level of Legendary Battle Master.

However, Chen Huaian's brow creased in a frown.

Insufficient.

Still not enough.

These specimens from the hundred-thousand-year strata, regardless of their quantity, represented merely a trivial amount for him.

While they could augment Li Qingran's power and marginally reinforce his soul form, they were incapable of impacting the fundamental core of his power liberation whatsoever.

"Little Rabbit."

Chen Huaian addressed Little Rabbit, who stood nearby, inquiring:

"Why have no million-year or older World Beasts sought out This Venerable One?"

"Is achieving human form... not sufficiently enticing for them?"

Little Rabbit pondered for a moment before responding with a wry smile:

"Senior, World Beasts of a million years or more have already attained a semi-divine status."

"Those who have cultivated to such a profound level are, are they not, ancient beings who have endured countless ages? Their sole pursuit is tranquility and stability."

"To assume human form is indeed appealing, however, the potential dangers are entirely unknown. Furthermore, they are already on the cusp of true godhood and have no desire to incite further disturbances."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huaian's brow furrowed even more intensely.

This presented a significant quandary.

The preceding endeavor of acquiring a million-year World Ring via the system had already drawn the attention of the Canglan Realm's Heavenly Dao; employing the identical approach again was simply not feasible.

Now, these million-year World Beasts were proving elusive, refusing to fall into his trap...

Should he resort to a forceful confrontation, he harbored a fear of encountering a formidable adversary capable of targeting the very soul; a perilous prospect indeed.

He found himself in a frustrating predicament, akin to a player possessing a max-level account but lacking an internet connection – utterly stymied.

"Aside from the pursuit of million-year World Beasts..."

Chen Huaian turned his gaze towards Little Rabbit, inquiring with a grave tone:

"In this Canglan Realm, is there any other conceivable method to obtain a World Ring of the million-year caliber?"

Little Rabbit appeared momentarily taken aback.

She delved into the depths of her inherited memories. After a considerable pause, she responded with a touch of uncertainty:

"If not by confronting World Beasts..."

"Then there remains but a single path forward."

She raised her head, her finger extending towards the distant horizon:

"The Divine Trial."

"It is whispered in legend that any who successfully navigate a god's trial shall not only be bestowed with a World Ring from the divine realm but shall also... inherit a Divine Position."