Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 646: Wuyi

Chapter 646: Wuyi

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"If not for being trapped by this cycle of reincarnation, the big boss would have long since transcended this realm. There would be no need to hide memories, or even have to leave the body with his divine soul to cultivate in secret..."

Deep within the mountains of Yun Province, inside the Demon Sealing Pagoda.

Muscle Tyrant had finished absorbing the fierce beast's demonic soul and was currently concealed within a restriction, meditating to stabilize his realm.

Recalling the scene he had witnessed earlier at the Exorcist Division, an inexplicable rage surged within him.

That was the inheritor of the Dragon Soul!

To be forced to such an extent... what difference was there from a rat in the sewers?

With this thought, he deeply resented those Celestial God Clan members hiding behind the scenes, stirring up trouble.

He only knew that the Dragon Soul inheritor was suffering greatly.

And as someone who also bore a mission, he should do something for the Dragon Soul inheritor.

Originally, he hadn't planned to accept the next fierce beast's sacrifice so quickly.

After all, these were all fierce beasts—those who could bear the title "fierce"—how many of them were easy to deal with?

Although he wasn't exactly a good guy either...

He still needed time to digest the influences brought by the fierce beast's essence.

Otherwise, his temper would become increasingly violent and difficult to control.

Having a violent temper wasn't a big deal in itself.

What he feared was that impulsiveness would affect the ultimate plan.

Just like now...

Muscle Tyrant strongly suspected it was because the previously devoured fierce beast essence hadn't been fully digested that he was influenced, becoming enraged after seeing Chen Huaian cultivating, then hastily rushing to kill his way to this third Demon Sealing Pagoda.

The fierce beast sacrificed this time was Zhujian.

Zhujian was extremely powerful, ferocious and combative, providing him with tremendous improvement.

Before fully stabilizing, his strength had already reached a realm equivalent to a human cultivator's late Nascent Soul stage. Once he completely solidified his realm, his cultivation would likely stop around Great Perfection Nascent Soul. Ŗá𝐍о𝖇Ês̈

Then after honestly digesting for a month, he would go to the fourth Demon Sealing Pagoda to continue accepting sacrifices—by that time, he would be a Demon King, equivalent to a human cultivator's Nascent Soul stage.

Demons at this realm could transform into human form.

Transformation?

Muscle Tyrant sneered inwardly.

Just look at that little runt Nine-Turn Spirit Orchid.

What's so good about transformation? Originally a mysterious and elusive immortal plant, now she's become a little girl whose leaves can be randomly plucked.

All intimidation gone, wouldn't she be completely at the big boss's mercy in the future?

Thinking about how Nine-Turn Spirit Orchid might be molded and shaped by the big boss in the future, a mischievous smirk couldn't help but curl on Muscle Tyrant's cat face.

The big boss could handle Little Linglan.

Couldn't he handle her too?

Hehehe...

This time he came out with the determination not to return until he had absorbed all the fierce beast essences from every Demon Sealing Pagoda.

Life in the shelter was too peaceful, easily wearing down fighting spirit. He couldn't really live like a cat, doing nothing but eating and sleeping every day.

"About time..."

Muscle Tyrant got up from the ground, shaking off the dust on his body.

All the demons in the Demon Sealing Pagoda were watching him from afar, timid and hesitant.

But these demons had dull eyes, retaining only hunting instincts and the reverence in their bloodline.

Looking at these muddle-headed fellow clan members, a wave of sorrow surged in Muscle Tyrant's heart.

There was a time when they were also prestigious great demons of antiquity, suppressed here to become the "formation cores" sealing the Well of Heaven.

The torment of endless years and countless reincarnations had long since worn away their intelligence, leaving only these walking corpse shells.

All of this was the wrongdoing of the Celestial God Clan!

And all of this was the wrongdoing of the Celestial God Clan.

Muscle Tyrant didn't linger any longer, walking out of the Demon Sealing Pagoda.

He stood outside the pagoda, looking up at the deep, boundless vast starry sky.

The cold night breeze brushed through the fur around his neck.

A feeling of desperate determination and tragic heroism rose in his heart.

"Just wait, Celestial God Clan. Now that this king and the big boss have joined forces, you will ultimately... find it hard to escape death!"

"Who did you say will find it hard to escape death?"

A cold, hoarse voice, like rusty blades scraping against bone, sounded abruptly right beside Muscle Tyrant's ear!

So close it seemed the speaker was pressed against his earlobe!

"ROAR—! Who?!" Muscle Tyrant's fur instantly bristled all over. A tremendous sense of crisis originating from the depths of his soul made him violently twist his body, his four limbs' sharp claws extending, deeply digging into the rock beneath his feet, a threatening growl rumbling in his throat.

Behind him, less than three zhang away, space twisted and blurred like ink drops dispersing in clear water.

A massive figure slowly "seeped" out from within.

It was an extremely distorted monster.

A huge, ferocious crocodile head occupied the upper part, covered in wrinkled gray-green hard skin, with fangs protruding outward, a pair of vertical pupils flickering with cruel, greedy faint light.

Where arms should have been were instead a pair of enormous, pitch-black crow wings, the feather edges gleaming with a metallic cold hardness, currently folded at its sides, yet radiating suffocating pressure.

The lower body was a thick, scaled humanoid torso, muscles gnarled, clearly filled with explosive power.

In its hand, it held a strange magical weapon that combined a spear and sickle—as if crafted from some enormous creature's spinal bone, pale and ghastly, one end a sharp spearhead, the other a crescent-moon-like blade. Thick killing intent and demonic energy coiled around it, merely looking at it made one's divine soul ache.

Evil, chaotic, powerful.

This was Muscle Tyrant's instant assessment of the monster before him.

The aura emanating from the opponent was a hundred times more ferocious than the Zhujian essence he had just devoured.

Moreover, it carried an aloof, condescending indifference toward ants.

That terrifying pressure was like tangible seawater, instantly saturating the space around him.

Making even the slightest movement exceptionally heavy, even breathing felt difficult.

"Who are you?" Muscle Tyrant forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart, his eyes firmly locked on the opponent, demonic power within him madly circulating, attempting to break through this invisible restraint.

He had never seen such a bizarre demon before.

The opponent's aura even gave him a feeling of primordial demons.

But it wasn't purely primordial demons—it also carried a trace of divinity!

Yes, divinity.

His feeling couldn't be wrong.

The crocodile head split into a horrifying sinister grin, revealing interlocking sharp teeth: "Little insect, good question! My name—Wu E."

Its voice carried a metallic friction-like hoarseness, "However, my name holds no meaning for you.

I am under 'His Lordship,' a servant searching for the 'variable' for Him...

Unexpectedly, I've caught you, this restless little insect, right here."

Wu E looked Muscle Tyrant up and down with interest, as if evaluating an interesting toy: "A mere little demon at the Demon King realm, actually able to continuously absorb fierce beast essences without exploding? And knows about the Celestial God Clan? Even dares to spout nonsense here? Interesting, truly interesting!"

It took a step forward, that spinal bone-like weapon dragging casually on the ground, scraping out piercing sounds and sparks.

"Surrender now, little insect!

Spit out all the secrets on you, and I might let you die more painlessly!