Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 607: Gu Changsheng's Formation

Chapter 607: Gu Changsheng's Formation

The stone steps seemed endless, the further down they went, the heavier the chill became. The air was filled with a heart-palpitating deathly silence and the decaying aura of ten thousand years of slumber.

Finally, at the end of the stone steps appeared a massive gate forged from unknown black metal. The door was carved with densely packed sealing runes that flickered with faint, nearly extinguished ghost flames.

If Hua Jin the True One hadn't been crippled, she might still be lying behind this very door right now.

Speaking of which, she really should thank the force that crippled Hua Jin the True One.

If they could form an alliance, it would be a good thing—she just knew nothing about them.

Not even who their ancestor was.

She stood before the door, her expression solemn.

Her hands formed seals once more as she recited obscure, ancient incantations.

"Hum—!"

The portal, silent for who knew how many ages, suddenly trembled violently!

The runes on its surface seemed injected with life, abruptly glowing with bloody light before rapidly shifting to a profound dark blue.

Heavy metal grinding sounds echoed, accompanied by teeth-grating "screeches" as the massive gate slowly slid open to both sides.

A wave of extreme cold a hundred times more intense than in the passage surged out, instantly coating the passage walls with a thick layer of white frost.

Behind the door lay an enormous underground palace, so vast and empty it made one's heart panic.

The palace contained densely packed coffins—at first glance, there were at least a thousand of them.

Blood Blade True One searched among these coffins, finally stopping before a pair in the corner encased in mysterious ice.

She chopped her palm to open the coffins, revealing two figures lying quietly within.

They wore identical ancient daoist robes whose original color had long faded beyond recognition, their bodies withered and gaunt like two ancient corpses dried for millennia.

Their faces were almost identical—extremely aged countenances carved with deep grooves of time, skin stretched tight over bone, displaying a grayish, decayed coloration.

Most peculiarly was their posture—both had hands clasped over their chests, one with left hand on top, the other with right hand on top. Beneath their withered palms, each pressed upon an ancient longsword.

The one with left hand on top had his sword on the right side of his body; the one with right hand on top had his sword on his left side.

"Long time no see..."

If only there were no cycle of reincarnation how wonderful that would be...

Unfortunately, everything ultimately returns to the end point, unless one truly ascends to immortality.

But how difficult is ascension?

Through countless cycles of reincarnation, in those great beings' games, those who truly succeeded in ascension could be counted on one hand.

No longer dwelling on it, Blood Blade True One infused true essence into them.

The mysterious ice covering the two "corpses" began emitting faint cracking sounds.

An indescribably terrifying sword intent, like a slumbering primordial beast suddenly awakening, instantly filled the entire underground palace!

This sword intent wasn't particularly sharp.

Rather, it carried a heavy, ancient, majestic pressure that seemed capable of crushing all things, making the air turn viscous.

Then, simultaneously, they opened their eyes!

After sleeping for so long, upon seeing light again, their eyes showed a moment of confusion.

Their eyes were equally turbid, gray, and dim, like ancient wells covered in dust—bottomless, containing only a deathly indifference.

Their faces were almost identical—extremely aged countenances carved with deep grooves of time, skin stretched tight over bone, displaying a grayish, decaying coloration. 𝙧𝙖𐌽ＯᛒÊṠ

If Chen Huaian or Zhang Mengchu were here, they would detect that these two ascenders emitted aura at the peak of Unity Realm.

But they were absolutely not ordinary Unity Realm cultivators.

They were already comparable to cultivators from Cangyun Realm!

Moreover, their auras shared the same origin, perfectly unified, as if one person split into two halves, resonating with each other. This made their Unity Realm pressure far exceed ordinary cultivators of the same level, carrying a suffocating oppressive force.

They sat up from their ice platforms with extremely slow movements, joints emitting "clicking" sounds like rusted gears grinding.

After sitting upright, they didn't step down.

They simply used those lifeless, turbid eyes to gaze quietly and emotionlessly at Blood Blade True One by the doorway.

"Her Eminence." They spoke simultaneously, their voices dry and hoarse.

Like two rough stones grinding together, their tone flat without the slightest fluctuation.

If only there were no reincarnation how wonderful that would be...

Blood Blade True One looked at these nearly identical ascenders, satisfaction appearing in her eyes.

The two sharpest blades by her side back then, even after years of accumulation, hadn't lost their edge.

"Go to C Province Exorcist Division and bring Hua Jin the True One back," she said lightly.

"If you truly cannot bring her back alive, then bring her head back instead."

"Yes—" The two aged voices sounded simultaneously again, still without any fluctuation.

As their words faded.

The figures of the two in the coffins slightly blurred, like two ghosts merging into shadows, silently disappearing from their spots.

Only the heart-palpitating cold sword intent slowly dissipated throughout the underground palace, leaving behind two faint human-shaped imprints in the coffins.

Blood Blade True One looked in the direction they disappeared, a cold arc curling at the corner of her mouth.

With these two sharp blades taking action, even if Hua Jin the True One had some hidden cards, she would have to completely admit defeat.

...

C Province Exorcist Division.

Gu Changsheng forcefully thrust a sword into the ground, then buried a medium-grade spirit stone in the soil beside the sword.

He looked back—densely packed swords had already been planted in a row, extending all the way to the end of the wall.

"This C Province Exorcist Division is quite large," he panted, taking medicine to recover his true essence.

"Senior Gu, we could help you with just planting swords in the ground. Why do you need to do it personally?" Zhao Ying stood beside Gu Changsheng holding a pot of tea, full of curiosity and confusion about what Gu Changsheng was doing.

This... was the person Governor Chen recommended really reliable?

The old master seemed quite steady, so why was he so exhausted from just planting swords in the ground?

As a cultivator, even planting thousands of swords shouldn't make him this tired, right?

Rather, it carried a heavy, ancient, overwhelming pressure that seemed capable of crushing all things, making the air turn viscous.

If you think this old master is just randomly sticking a few swords in the ground, why don't you try pulling one out?"

"Heave-ho! Heave-ho!"

Before Gu Changsheng even finished speaking.

Someone was already trying.

Lin Lingling gripped a sword hilt, straining to pull it upward.

But facing this seemingly insignificant sword, her face turned red with effort yet she couldn't pull it out.

Zhao Ying finally saw the extraordinary nature of this formation—it actually required planting so many swords around the entire C Province Exorcist Division?

"Dare I ask, Senior, does this formation have a name?"

Yet the moment these eyes opened, the temperature in the entire underground palace seemed to drop several degrees further, the air congealing as if frozen.

"This formation is called the True Martial Profound Darkness Sword Formation, it is... ahem, it is one of the sect-guarding formations of a sect called True Martial Sect! However, due to material and location limitations, this formation is just a castrated version, but even as a castrated version..."

"Jie jie~" He let out a strange laugh, not continuing further.

Anyway, back then, the ancestor relied on this sword formation to slay over a dozen demon emperors attacking True Martial Holy Land while at Unity Realm cultivation.

Each of those demon emperors possessed strength equivalent to Void Shattering cultivators.

That battle also became the fame-establishing battle of True Martial Sword Formation.

Nowadays, True Martial Sect had stronger and better sword formations, but all had extremely high requirements for setup.

Only the True Martial Profound Darkness Sword Formation remained as user-friendly as before, with extremely high cost-effectiveness.

To protect his dao companion who changed daily, he had invested all his resources into this.

Success was the only option—failure was not permitted!

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