Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 705: Tu Shanyue Ascends to Immortality

Chapter 705: Tu Shanyue Ascends to Immortality

The celestial trial showed no signs of stopping.

Infuriated by its inability to strike down Tu Shan Yue, the gathering thunderclouds churned with newfound madness.

Boom!

The eleventh bolt fell, followed immediately by the twelfth...

Like a series of enraged dragons, the tribulation lightning crashed down in rapid succession.

Each strike descended with a crushing weight of Heavenly Dao pressure, far more devastating than the last!

Tu Shan Yue dared not show a hint of negligence.

Drawing upon her rapidly fading stash of spiritual treasures and her immense demonic power, she fought back with everything she had left.

Bang! Crack!

The air was filled with the cacophony of shattering spiritual treasures, the hiss of demonic power being vaporized by lightning, and the sickening sound of her own flesh being torn asunder.

With every desperate defense, Tu Shan Yue resembled a flickering candle caught in a hurricane. She was hammered until she spat blood uncontrollably; her tendons were snapped and her bones splintered. Her life force ebbed away, looking as though it might vanish at any second.

Repeatedly blasted backward, she collided with the jagged stones of the mountain summit, leaving behind grisly trails of crimson.

Her once magnificent nine fox tails were now a mess of charred fur, cracks, and bloodstains.

Yet, every time she reached the absolute threshold of death...

Whenever a tribulation lightning bolt representing the number "nine" struck and cast her into the depths of hopelessness...

Rumble——!

The tenth tribulation lightning would inevitably arrive as if by appointment. It still carried that world-ending momentum and the purple-black vortex that appeared ready to consume the universe.

But the outcome remained bizarrely constant.

That apocalyptic pillar of light, which seemed capable of slaying even a true immortal, would instantly turn into the most refined and vast essence of heaven and earth upon contact with her body, beginning a process of rapid repair.

The effect surpassed even the rarest healing pills. It mended her broken form in an instant, replenished her exhausted demon essence, and even subtly refined the very source of her bloodline.

Following each "healing session," her aura grew more concentrated and her demon body became sturdier—it was as if this terrifying heavenly tribulation was, through an extreme method, performing a total purification and evolution for her.

A single occurrence might be labeled an accident, and twice might be a fluke... but as this cycle of "near-death" followed by "tenth bolt healing" repeated for the third, fourth... and eventually the eighth time, even the most oblivious cultivator realized something was wrong.

"The... the tenth one... it saved her again?!"

"Is this... is this damn heavenly tribulation actually on her side?!"

"Nine strikes to kill, one to save? What... what kind of madness is this?!"

"The Heavenly Dao is biased! The Heavenly Dao is unfair!"

Groups of cultivators began to shout out in a mixture of grief and outrage.

"Tu Shan Yue... what has she done? How could the Heavenly Dao show her such favoritism...?" Many more stood frozen, their worldviews shattered by the shocking display.

The expression on the monk Burning Heaven had shifted from shock to a pale fury, finally settling into a deathly gloom.

His frail, withered frame shook, not out of terror, but from a surge of intense rage and bitterness.

He clutched his prayer beads with such force that blood began to drip from his palms.

His clouded eyes remained locked onto the swirling tribulation clouds above.

Within his gaze burned a scorching anger and the stinging humiliation of being made a fool.

He had spent ten thousand years in cultivation, dedicating his life to purging demons and monsters to accumulate virtue. He had lived by the belief that the Heavenly Dao was perfectly just, ensuring that good and evil received their proper due! Then what was this nightmare before him?

A monstrous demon who had slaughtered entire cities and wiped out Sects, burdened by blood debts that reached the heavens!

And yet, she was being personally mended and strengthened by the Heavenly Dao during her own tribulation?!

This felt like the most cruel mockery and a total desecration of everything he believed in.

He felt like a pathetic joke!

"No... it cannot be... how could the Heavenly Dao act like this..." Burning Heaven the monk whispered through trembling lips, his once noble and stern face warping under the weight of his resentment.

In contrast to the monk’s volatile emotions, Chen Huaian remained much more composed.

He had already confirmed his suspicions.

—The Heavenly Dao was intentionally being lenient with Tu Shan Yue.

He simply wasn't sure if this special treatment was reserved for Tu Shan Yue alone or if it extended to all Great Ascension cultivators.

If other Great Ascension experts could receive the same mercy, Chen Huaian certainly wouldn't complain.

That would be a fortunate turn of events~

It would mean the path to immortality was open to everyone.

Still, such strange happenings usually had a hidden motive.

For millennia, no one had successfully achieved immortality, as the laws of the world constantly suppressed those at the peak of the Great Ascension stage. Yet now, the laws had suddenly shifted, almost as if they were desperate for everyone to undergo the tribulation and ascend.

It was like a goddess you had pursued for years who never acknowledged your existence.

Then, out of nowhere on a random weekend, she invites you over and prepares some romantic drinks.

In that situation...

It’s either a honey trap.

Or the goddess has been compromised by some biological hive-mind.

...

At last!

Rumble——!!!

The eighty-first tribulation lightning descended—a strike that carried the collective majesty of ten thousand thunders, possessing a destructive intent that felt capable of resetting the world to primordial chaos.

This was the final blow.

The ultimate test that concentrated all the lethal power of the previous eighty strikes, stacking its strength to the absolute limit.

Tu Shan Yue had long since reverted to her true form as a Nine-Tails Heavenly Fox. Roaring at the heavens, her demonic power surging like a tidal wave, she chose to charge upward to meet the lightning head-on rather than retreat.

Boom——!

The world lost all color, and every sound was extinguished.

There was only a blinding light that seemed capable of shattering eternity as the two forces collided and neutralized one another.

As the brilliance faded.

The tribulation clouds... began to slowly drift apart.

The suffocating, world-ending pressure withdrew like a receding tide.

A solitary ray of sunlight, smelling of fresh earth and greenery, sliced through the lingering darkness to bathe the summit of Taizhou Mountain.

At the peak, Tu Shan Yue’s silhouette remained standing tall.

Her robes were in tatters and soaked in blood; her aura was incredibly faint, like a dying flame.

However, her skin now glowed with a translucent, jade-like treasure light.

It was a divine immortal aura that felt detached from the mortal realm, rising above the mundane world.

In this moment, it radiated from her core, spreading outward.

She had done it!

The Nine-Tails Heavenly Fox Tu Shan Yue had survived the eighty-one bolts of the ascension immortal tribulation and achieved total success.

"Master!!!" The Five Great Demon Saints let out thunderous roars of joy. Moved to tears, their massive forms knelt heavily upon the demon clouds.

Tu Shan Yue’s triumph was their triumph as well!

With an immortal now leading the demon race, why should they fear humanity?

They were no longer confined to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

They could finally emerge and challenge the human cultivators for dominance!

For a thousand miles around Taizhou Mountain, the cries of demons echoed in unison.

But on the side of the human cultivators, there was only a chilling silence.

Countless eyes were fixed on the figure standing in the new sunlight. Their gazes were filled with awe, terror, and a complex web of emotions.

Burning Heaven the monk stared intensely at the thickening immortal aura surrounding Tu Shan Yue, then looked up at the vanishing clouds as if the sky had never been troubled.

The last bit of color drained from his ashen, withered face.

"Pfft—!"

He violently coughed up a spray of heart's vital essence blood.

"The... Heavenly... Dao... is... un... just!!!"

A ragged scream filled with infinite bitterness, denial, and shattered faith tore from his throat like the cry of a dying animal.

In the next instant, he didn't bother with a formal exit.

He gave no thought to slaying demons.

A blinding golden Buddhist light exploded from his body, turning him into a frantic golden streak that ripped through the air. He fled toward the horizon, away from Taizhou Mountain, without looking back.

His speed was easily ten times faster than when he had first arrived.