Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 990: You’re Really Asking for Death!

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The union of Yin and Yang is the Great Dao of heaven and earth.

Chen Huaian had once scoffed at this idea, but today, he had to give the Yin-Yang Dao a big thumbs up.

The so-called path of Yin and Yang, at its core, was about Dao Companions exchanging cultivation resources. Except this kind of resource wasn’t based on objects, but on flesh and Divine Souls.

After a hundred rounds, it was already past midnight.

Chen Huaian lounged lazily against the bedside, his blue robe hanging open at one side, revealing his collarbone and half his chest. A wine jug dangled from his hand, and the flush on his face had yet to fade completely.

Not far away, Li Qingran, wearing only a bellyband, sat cross-legged in meditation, digesting the power gained from their Dual Cultivation.

Her eyes were slightly closed, her jet-black hair cascading down her back. A few strands, damp with sweat, clung to the pale skin of her neck. The edge of her lotus-leaf-embroidered bellyband curled up slightly, revealing a slender waistline.

As if still caught in the lingering aftermath, the young girl’s lower abdomen rose and fell gently, her breaths carrying a subtle heat and sweetness that hadn’t yet subsided. A thin sheen of sweat coated her delicate skin, and under the candlelight, it shimmered like a layer of honeyed snow.

Otherwise, how could he still have the mind to appreciate such peerless beauty?

But this also aligned with his understanding of sainthood.

So-called sainthood was the "saint" of transcending the mortal to reach the sacred.

It was about merging oneself with the Dao, walking a single path to Peak Mastery.

If becoming a Sage required sacrificing all emotions and desires as the price…

That was just a defective product taking a shortcut, and he scoffed at it.

At this moment, divine light flickered on Li Qingran’s body, Sword Intent rippled around her, ten World Rings spun in orbit, and a golden crystal was slowly taking shape on her forehead.

“Looks like she’s about to condense a Divine Spark?” Chen Huaian raised an eyebrow slightly. As someone who had been through it himself, he was no stranger to Li Qingran’s current state.

Even absorbing just a thread of a Sage’s power was immensely beneficial to Li Qingran.

He just wondered what kind of deity Li Qingran would become.

Looking at the lovely girl so close, Chen Huaian couldn’t resist reaching out and pinching her soft and tender cheek. It had been so long since they last Dual Cultivated, and the fire inside him had only been burning hotter, not calming down even after all that commotion.

“Mmm… Master, don’t mess around…”

Li Qingran hummed softly with her eyes closed, swatting away Chen Huaian’s wandering hand.

“I’m doing something serious here!”

She muttered quietly: “If I fail to become a deity later, you’ll have to make it up to me!”

Chen Huaian laughed inwardly.

The Heavenly Dao of the Canglan Realm couldn’t even save itself right now. If she failed to become a deity, he could just take over the Canglan Heavenly Dao and make sure she became a god anyway. After all, his little disciple’s qualifications and strength were more than sufficient.

“Forget it.”

Li Qingran sighed.

She stretched out one foot and placed it on Chen Huaian’s knee.

“Doesn’t Master love Disciple’s little feet the most?

Take them to play with, and don’t bother Disciple while she cultivates.”

Chen Huaian: “…”

What kind of talk was that!

When had he ever said he loved her feet the most!

Was he that kind of person?

Chen Huaian glanced at the delicate foot resting on his knee.

Hmm…

It was white as mutton-fat jade, tinged with a healthy pink. The five round, plump toes were like pearls fresh out of the water, truly a rare and exquisite sight.

Fun and lovable.

He played with Li Qingran’s little foot with one hand.

With the other hand, he turned his palm over.

Shua—!

A stream of rainbow-colored light coalesced in his palm.

Through that light, the faint outline of the Canglan Realm’s planet could be seen floating within.

When he sank his Divine Sense into it, he could instantly read the entire evolutionary history of the Canglan World spanning countless eons, as well as the foundation of its entire power system.

This was what he had gained from this Dual Cultivation session.

—The Primordial Source of the Canglan Realm’s Heavenly Dao.

Earlier, when three paths of civilization had attacked, the Canglan Realm had chosen Li Qingran as its World Son, pouring Destiny Energy and the Heavenly Dao’s Primordial Source into her body, causing her power to skyrocket, allowing her to hold off the intelligent mechanical fleet.

Now that the external crisis of the Canglan World had been resolved, and although the internal crisis still existed, it was no longer as urgent. The World Will was about to withdraw this power from Li Qingran’s body.

So he had taken advantage of Dual Cultivating with Li Qingran to intercept a portion of the Primordial Source as it prepared to slip away.

“Using This Venerable One’s precious disciple and then trying to walk away without even saying thank you? Do you think it’s that cheap?”

Chen Huaian stared at the Primordial Source of the Canglan Heavenly Dao in his palm, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

All he needed to do now was refine this thread of Primordial Source, and he could directly interface with the entire Heavenly Dao of the Canglan Realm.

Chen Huaian withdrew his gaze and gently closed his five fingers. The thread of rainbow light in his palm, like a drop of water falling into a lake, silently merged into his hand.

He closed his eyes, and the moment his Divine Sense touched the Heavenly Dao, the endless ages of the Canglan Realm unfurled silently in his consciousness like a rolled-out bamboo scroll—mountains rising, seas changing, the evolution of life, the rise and fall of civilizations…

The rules of the Heavenly Dao’s operation, like strands of silk, were drawn out from the Primordial Source, weaving into a massive web covering the entire world.

And at this moment, one end of that web was pinched between his fingers.

He had merely taken that thread of Primordial Source into his body, using his Sage’s body as a bridge to establish a connection with the Canglan Heavenly Dao.

It was like digging a narrow, hidden channel between two lakes.

In just a moment.

Chen Huaian opened his eyes, and a slowly rotating phantom of a planet was reflected in his pupils before fading away.

He sensed the change within his body—his power hadn’t increased much. After all, it was just the Primordial Source of a single world, and only a tiny bit at that. To a Sage, it was hardly a great tonic.

What was truly valuable was that he could now connect with the Canglan Heavenly Dao.

From this moment on.

The operation of the Canglan Realm’s rules was all within his perception.

That was more than enough.

Like a stream flowing into a river, except in a sense, this stream of his might be even more turbulent and surging than the river that was the Canglan Realm’s Heavenly Dao.

Chen Huaian used his Sage Power to drive that refined thread of Heavenly Dao’s Primordial Source.

The next instant, his entire being transformed into a streak of Sword Light, breaking through the air.

His Divine Sense left his body, his form dissipating within the room, while his will spread like a tide, directly invading the Canglan Heavenly Dao.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain and river, the breath and death of living beings, the construction and collapse of cities—everything in the Canglan Realm simultaneously fell under his gaze.

It was an indescribable sensation.

As if, in that instant, he was the sky of Canglan.

But this feeling of transcendence didn’t last long.

A consciousness slammed into him, carrying emotions of shock and fury.

Chen Huaian’s Divine Sense continued to ascend, breaking through the Boundary Wall and plunging straight into the Sea of Chaos.

He opened his eyes, and boundless Sword Intent spread out from around him, crisscrossing like Go pieces on a board, completely enveloping this area of the Sea of Chaos.

At the other end of the board, a bizarre creature was curled up.

That thing looked like the compressed form of an entire world, with the lines of mountains and rivers flowing across its body. Yet it also bore the heads and wings of the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings. Its four eyes were fixed on Chen Huaian, filled with both predatory hostility and barely concealed fear.

“Canglan Heavenly Dao?”

Chen Huaian, dressed in white robes with hair as white as snow, stood in the primordial chaos, his tone flat.

His gaze landed on that form of consciousness.

His sword path extended with his gaze, silent yet omnipresent.

Under the pressure of the Sword Intent, that condensed form of consciousness began to shrink violently.

It struggled for a moment, its form twisting, and then gradually took on the appearance of Li Qingran—the same eyes, the same figure, even the same expression.

Chen Huaian’s face darkened, and his eyes turned icy.

“You’re really asking for death!”

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