Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 923: You Think You've Won?

As early as a century ago, Derifis had already mastered a portion of death divinity.

Especially now, while still within his domain, he could invade any soul at will.

Originally, his target was Li Qingran.

But upon seeing Chen Huaian, his intuition told him—if he didn't deal with this special Battle Soul, it would be impossible to completely control this girl.

And just as he had anticipated.

Faced with his assault, the already tainted special Battle Soul offered no resistance whatsoever.

"Perhaps, that Battle Soul is being frantically torn apart by the countless vengeful souls of those Battle Masters!"

"A Million-Year World Ring is not so easily absorbed!"

The black mist transformed from Derifis, clinging like a bone-deep affliction, fiercely slammed into the space between Chen Huaian's eyebrows.

To see that Battle Soul besieged and torn apart by the vengeful souls of the Battle Masters.

However, he only felt as if he had stepped into empty air.

In an instant, he plummeted from the clamorous arena into a deathly silent void.

The next moment.

Cold.

A bone-piercing cold.

It was an extreme chill that seemed capable of freezing even the soul, instantly penetrating his proud death divinity and striking directly at its source.

Derifis looked up in astonishment.

What met his eyes was a vast expanse of white earth.

Snowflakes as large as goose feathers danced wildly in the sky, a fierce wind whipping up ice shards that emitted a mournful, sobbing wail.

Between heaven and earth, there remained only this one vast, boundless white, so pure it was heart-stopping, and so indifferent it was terrifying.

"Strange..."

Derifis's form, condensed from divinity and soul, shivered violently in the wind and snow. Instinctive fear made him halt his steps. "Why is it so cold? I am the heir of the God of Death. My soul has long transcended the mortal flesh. Why can I still feel cold?"

This was not right.

It was far too not right.

He had invaded countless souls tainted by the God of Death's divinity. The worlds of those souls were all filled with death and chaos.

A Battle Soul was, in a sense, also a type of soul.

But what he saw today was something he had never encountered before.

Why was the soul world of this white-clothed swordsman Battle Soul a land of white snow?

However.

The immense temptation of imminent success, like a large, cooked piece of fatty meat, burned away his last shred of reason.

As long as he crossed this snowy plain and devoured that soul...

He would gain liberation, a new life, and enough time to pass His Majesty the God of Death's trial!

"Trying to mystify and deceive!"

Derifis gnashed his teeth, the greed in his eyes overwhelming his fear:

"This is my domain! No soul can resist the erosion of death divinity!"

He roared, ignoring the soul-rending wind and snow, and threw himself headlong towards the figure sitting cross-legged deep within the blizzard.

Closer.

Even closer.

Just as his sharp claws were about to touch the white-clothed swordsman.

The wind, stopped.

The snow, ceased.

The snowflakes dancing wildly in the sky seemed to be paused by an invisible hand, hanging eerily suspended in mid-air.

In that instant, the entire world froze into a still ink-wash painting.

Chen Huaian, sitting cross-legged at the center of the snowy ground, slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes held no trace of the turbidity caused by vengeful erosion. There were only two deep, bottomless pools,

reflecting the vast, snowy scene, and also reflecting Derifis's face, twisted with terror.

And upon Chen Huaian's knees, a sword had appeared at some unknown time.

Derifis had never seen such a beautiful sword.

The hilt was as warm and smooth as white jade, yet the blade flowed with a pale golden light. Wrapped around its sharp edge were wisps of grey mist.

That mist drifted slowly, occasionally gathering into tiny vortices, as if even a mere glance cast upon it would be ruthlessly devoured by those whirlpools.

It was an aura more ancient and lofty than death divinity.

Derifis did not understand.

If he came from Earth Star or the Cangyun Realm, he would know—that was the Dao only immortals could master.

Not understanding was one thing.

But the killing intent and danger emanating from that blade, he felt.

There was no time to examine the sword's appearance carefully.

Chen Huaian moved.

He grasped the sword hilt and slowly rose to his feet.

BOOM—!

As he straightened his spine, the originally still world instantly collapsed.

The gale and blizzard reversed and swept back, heaven and earth turned upside down.

The once vast white world was instantly torn into extremes of black and white.

To the left was the ink-black night, to the right was the deathly pale snow.

And that white-clothed swordsman stood precisely upon the dividing line between black and white,

his robes fluttering, like the only... god in this black-and-white world!

He lowered his gaze to look at the clump of black mist unable to move in the wind and snow, his tone as flat as if speaking to a dead man:

"The road in heaven you did not take."

This voice, light as a feather, echoed like a thunderclap within Derifis's soul.

"Wh... what..."

Derifis discovered in horror that his proud death divinity was as insignificant as an ant within this black-and-white world.

That terrifying pressure squeezed in from all directions, making even the thought of escape impossible to arise.

Chen Huaian raised his hand.

SHING—!

The long sword emitted a clear, melodious dragon's roar.

"Hell has no gate..."

The sword's edge sliced through the void, soundlessly, yet instantly magnified in Derifis's eyes.

"You insist on barging in."

As the words fell, sword light rose.

This sword stroke separated black from white, severed causality.

A blade of sword qi, sharp to the extreme, roared out along the black-and-white dividing line.

CRACK—!

The world in Derifis's eyes shattered.

The black-and-white space fragmented inch by inch like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer.

The sword qi, carrying the biting wind and snow, pierced through his soul without hindrance.

Cold.

This time, it was a cold that penetrated to the bone and marrow, reaching the deepest depths of the soul.

"AH—!!!"

Accompanied by the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart, Derifis let out a piercing, miserable scream.

In the real world.

The black mist that had originally enveloped Chen Huaian suddenly exploded.

A hunched-over figure, like a kite with its string cut, flew backward out of Chen Huaian's body and smashed heavily onto the arena floor.

The black mist dissipated completely.

The mysterious hood had long since shattered, revealing Derifis's true appearance.

Without the concealment of black mist and divinity, where was the imposing Demon Tower City Lord?

Crouched on the ground was merely an old man with skin as dry as tree bark, sparse grey-white hair, and an aura of decay emanating from his entire body.

Like a deflated balloon, he curled up in pain, his throat emitting a wheezing sound like a bellows.

"Your death divinity is not bad." A flash of deathly black light passed through Chen Huaian's eyes as he licked his lips. "This Venerable One accepts it!"

That sword strike just now wasn't merely about severely wounding Derifis.

The Chaos Sword, its blade like chaos itself.

Chaos is the origin of all things, and naturally, it merges with all things.

The moment the death divinity came into contact with the sword qi, it melted away like snow and ice, transforming into nourishment, becoming part of his power.

And also the countless vengeful souls of Battle Masters within that Million-Year World Ring...

For other Battle Masters, it might be a fatal poison.

But for him, who possessed the Heavenly Demon Art, it was simply the most delicious tonic.

"You... you think you've won?"

Derifis stretched out a withered hand, pointing at Chen Huaian with a face full of venomous hatred:

"You've been tainted by so many vengeful souls of Battle Masters... You've already absorbed that World Ring. You will ultimately fall into madness!"

"Madness! Hahahahaha!"

Chen Huaian seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

Right in front of Derifis, he directly activated the Heavenly Demon Art.

The next instant, a Heavenly Demon Law Manifestation, larger than the arena itself, rose from the ground behind him.