Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 680: Explosion
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Chapter 680: Explosion
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In the heart of the basin, positioned above the grand formation.
A vibrant purple-gold glow expanded as the fifth premium Celestial Jade Marrow forced its way through the earth's crust.
Both Hua Jin the True One and Chen Niu the Monk snapped into a state of high alert; their divine senses fanned out like expansive nets, sealing off every cubic inch surrounding the jade marrow.
The atmosphere thickened, turning as rigid as iron.
“Not even a stray fly will get close to the premium Celestial Jade Marrow this time!” Hua Jin the True One thought, her teeth clenched in silent fury.
A single premium Celestial Jade Marrow was nowhere near sufficient for the Kunlun Immortal Palace’s future requirements.
She cast a glance toward Chen Niu, eyes flickering with a frigid light.
She felt a secret sense of relief—it was fortunate that the formation provided by Senior Zhang and Senior Gu was in place; otherwise, she would have been at a loss on how to handle Chen Niu the Monk.
In that very instant, a razor-sharp sword intent flooded in from every direction like an unstoppable tide.
The arrival of this sword intent was too swift, too abrupt.
She barely found the breath to shout. “It’s coming!”
Outside the formation, Chen Niu the Monk reacted at once, lunging toward the premium Celestial Jade Marrow while focusing his divine sense on the surrounding space. He intended to intercept any variable the moment it manifested, preventing the enemy from seizing the marrow and escaping in a single move.
However… he was too late!
Crack—!
At the basin's epicenter, the solid ground shattered without warning like brittle glass, yielding to a colossal fissure! This was no mere collapse; it was a thunderous explosion! Chaotic sword qi, mingled with soil and stone, erupted upward like a volcanic blast!
Amidst that surging fountain of earth and rock—
A distorted silhouette hung suspended within a rising curtain of silver-white swords.
Behind his back—stretched a sea.
A sea of black and silver!
It was formed by countless pitch-black, freezing long swords that shimmered with a deathly light.
They were no longer drifting in silence.
They were being propelled, swept along by a force of absolute violence.
Like ten thousand enraged black dragons breaking their chains, they roared out from the depths of the earth!
The sword tips pierced the air, emitting a terrifying, high-pitched wail that sounded like the cries of billions of vengeful ghosts!
Sword qi!
Tangible and freezing, saturated with a desire for annihilation, it saturated the entire basin instantly.
This sword intent lashed out indiscriminately, hitting every area outside the Kunlun Immortal Palace’s zone of influence.
Like billions of spectral steel needles, it drove deep into the flesh and souls of every cultivator present.
The weaker cultivators immediately sprayed blood from their noses and mouths, collapsing into lifeless heaps.
The slightly more resilient felt their senses sting, their chests tightening as if crushed by an immovable mountain.
The pupils of Hua Jin the True One contracted violently.
The luminous glow of the folding fan in her grip flickered erratically, dimming under the weight of that unseen edge.
She caught sight of the figure standing before the deluge of ten thousand swords.
She saw the cloth strip tied over his eyes.
She saw the distorted, almost manic grin on his face.
This individual was not the mysterious girl from earlier.
This was another—a different sword cultivator radiating the powerful aura of the Void Shattering realm.
That Void Shattering aura was even more concentrated than her own, and his true essence felt significantly more profound.
It was the difference between common soil and solid bedrock!
That fact alone betrayed his identity—he was the variable.
He was likely an ally of the Sword Pavilion group from before!
The savage smirk on Chen Niu the Monk’s face completely vanished; for the first time, genuine terror appeared in his ruthless eyes.
The suffocating pressure exerted by the flood of ten thousand swords caused the demonic energy swirling around him to falter.
Even his toughened scales began to throb and ache with pain!
What kind of sword formation was this?! What manner of sword intent could command such devastating power?!
The ten thousand swords hung in the air, but they were far from still—
They vibrated, they hummed, and they gathered momentum!
The points of the blades shifted slightly, all of them locking onto the premium Celestial Jade Marrow that had just emerged, radiating its seductive purple-gold light!
They also zeroed in on Hua Jin the True One, who stood before the marrow.
They targeted Chen Niu the Monk, frozen just outside the formation.
They locked onto every possible hindrance within this realm!
Lin Fan stood before the torrent of ten thousand swords, appearing as small as a speck of dust yet as radiant as a scorching sun.
Slowly, he lifted his right hand.
The gesture was leisurely, yet it seemed to carry a weight of immense proportions.
As he moved, the dense sword formation behind him ascended in unison.
Every blade pointed toward the purple-gold marrow.
Beneath the blindfold, his eyes remained hidden from the world.
Only his curved lips were visible, parting silently to utter two words:
“It’s mine!”
The voice wasn't booming.
Yet, like a freezing needle of steel, it cut through the drone of ten thousand swords and struck deep into the ears of Hua Jin and Chen Niu.
In the following heartbeat.
The fingers of his raised hand snapped open, then clenched with savage intensity!
It was as if he were trying to tear the very fabric of the void apart.
“Explode.”
The word was low and gravelly, like the whisper of a demon.
Humm—!!!
The ten pitch-black long swords in the front row of his formation saw the star runes on their blades ignite!
A blinding silver-white radiance consumed the swords in an instant.
They were no longer inanimate objects; they had transformed into ten compressed, volatile wills of destruction ready to detonate.
Their flight paths were nearly impossible to track.
They didn't even make a sound.
Ten beams of light, dragging brilliant silver-white tails like lightning splitting the sky, flashed the moment Lin Fan’s fist tightened. They appeared around the premium Celestial Jade Marrow. They appeared before Hua Jin the True One and before Chen Niu the Monk.
Their objective was not the marrow itself.
It was anyone who dared to desire it or lay a hand on it!
It was the world itself!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Ten world-shaking blasts erupted at the exact same moment, without a single gap between them.
Perhaps they weren't even explosions; it was as if ten concentrated wills of annihilation were unleashed all at once! The searing silver-white sword light swallowed everything in its path! Violent whirlpools of sword qi, like billions of spinning blades, tore through space, light, sound, and divine sense… every physical and spiritual thing was instantly ripped to shreds and erased.
A massive, chaotic sphere of silver-white light, brimming with destructive sword qi, expanded in a flash. It engulfed the heart of the basin, the newly surfaced marrow, and the forms of Hua Jin the True One and Chen Niu the Monk.
The world plunged into a silent, monochrome stillness.
Lin Fan stood at the edge of the torrent of ten thousand swords, positioned at the boundary between the light and the dark, his blindfold fluttering in the turbulent winds.
“Heh heh! Exquisite!”
Art is an explosion!
Two millennia of grueling Cultivation—all for this one beautiful moment of the explosive sword!
To present the will of destruction and the searing blast to this magnificent world.
“Wait, what did the ancestor tell me to do just now?”
For a fleeting second, the cruel grin on Lin Fan’s face faltered.
Then, a sense of heavy realization and panic set in.
“Oh no! The ancestor mentioned that Hua Jin the True One is on our side!”
This is a disaster!
If his ten swords had detonated right there, Hua Jin the True One would be torn to pieces even if she survived.
The ancestor had also commanded him to grab the premium Celestial Jade Marrow…
Lin Fan tried to track the marrow's aura, eventually tilting his head toward the endless night sky.
—The marrow had been launched upward by his blast; it would likely take ten minutes for it to fall back down from the heavens.
Back at the Kunlun Immortal Palace's position.
Zhang Yibai, his expression grim, set down the trembling Hua Jin the True One, who was still pale from the shock.
He had already anticipated that Lin Fan might lose control and erupt emotionally.
Because of that, he had been monitoring Hua Jin the True One’s safety very closely.
It was lucky he moved quickly; otherwise, he would be picking up the remains of Hua Jin the True One right now.
“This… this sword cultivator’s techniques are horrifying…”
Hua Jin the True One spoke with difficulty, staring at the white-robed figure standing amidst the sea of swords with a look of pure dread.
“Horrifying, you say?”
Zhang Yibai looked toward the center of the blast.
Lin Fan’s sword techniques were indeed frightening.
However, the physical durability of that demon-immortal avatar was absurdly high…
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