Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 709: Tribulation Initiated

The sword formation functioned like a massive grinding mill, with millions of sword shadows twisting through the void to slaughter everything in their path.

At the center of the array stood Chen Huaian. His body acted as the sword pivot, guiding the energy with simple movements of his fingertips.

Clang——!

Terrifying sword qi, capable of shredding the very heavens, sliced through the air in a crisscross pattern, forcing the Five Great Demon Saints to retreat time and again.

Wrapping his fists in mountain-shattering power, the Mountain-Moving Sage struck out at a hundred-zhang sword aura crashing toward him. However, the impact caused his demonic form to shudder violently, and his fist armor began to crack.

The Manifestation Sage swung his massive axe downward, producing a piercing metallic screech. To his shock, the axe blade actually chipped against the invisible sword qi.

The Black Wind Sage transformed into a black mist, attempting to corrode the edges of the sword formation. Instead, the formation patterns suddenly flared with light, scorching the mist until it hissed and dispersed in a frantic churn.

The Venomous Foe Sage launched insidious needles, aiming with cunning at the cultivators maintaining the formation cores. Yet, every single attack was intercepted by condensed sword intent that Chen Huaian casually pointed out, reducing the needles to nothingness.

The Golden-Winged Roc, possessing the greatest speed, sent golden feathers falling like a waterfall across the firmament. Despite this, he could only create minor ripples at the periphery of the sword formation, failing entirely to destabilize its foundation.

With demonic energy surging to the skies, the five saints combined their might, initially managing to hold their ground.

However, Chen Huaian alone dominated the entire battlefield with his sword.

He no longer focused on immediate kills; instead, his sword moves were like those of a master butcher expertly dissecting an ox.

As the sword light flowed, he unerringly identified the briefest flaws that appeared whenever the five saints coordinated their strikes.

Using the move "Long Wind Breaks Waves," he unleashed sword intent that resembled cold stars, condensed as fine as needles.

The aura lunged forward like a rising azure dragon, piercing the weak point in the Black Wind Sage’s protective mist and tearing a jagged bloody hole through his shoulder blade.

The Black Wind Sage could do nothing but howl in agony as he retreated frantically.

Seeing his companion wounded, the Mountain-Moving Sage’s focus wavered for a split second. Chen Huaian seized the opening with his "Cutting Lou Lan" sword.

The sword stance fell like an invisible, massive mountain peak. It forced the Sage's powerful frame to buckle, his knee bones cracking under the pressure. He was forced to hoist his spiritual treasure hammer with both hands to block the sky-filling sword, leaving him unable to worry about the Black Wind Sage’s fate.

The Manifestation Sage roared, rushing to the rescue with a horizontal sweep of his giant axe. However, Chen Huaian’s figure moved like a phantom within the array. He countered with "Sword Falls Like Galaxy," pouring out a vast torrent of sword qi like an inverted silver river. The strike sent the Manifestation Sage and his axe flying, smashing them through a floating mountain peak.

The formation of the five demon saints collapsed entirely, their ability to support one another severed by the sword formation.

They were like massive beasts caught in a swamp—possessing immense strength, yet restrained at every turn.

Sword wounds multiplied across their bodies, and demon blood sprayed into the sky, only to be instantly vaporized by the sharp sword qi.

Driven back, they had no choice but to stay far away from the core area where the sword formation’s edge was sharpest.

"Curse it! This sword formation's turtle shell is far too tough!" The Mountain-Moving Sage roared, panting heavily as he clutched a deep, bone-deep sword wound on his chest.

He had previously tried to shatter the formation by striking it with his hammer while Chen Huaian was distracted.

The sword formation had only trembled slightly, remaining completely unshaken.

It was evident that this was not merely a killing array, but a defensive one as well; the more cultivators within the formation, the stronger its offensive and defensive capabilities became.

A glint of cunning appeared in the Golden-Winged Roc’s eyes. His shrill voice rang out: "It is useless to attack the formation! Look at those ants at the cores! They are immobile! But their Sects, their disciples, and their families are all waiting back at their homes!" He beat his wings, pretending to charge toward the east, away from Taizhou Mountain. "This great sage will first bathe those eastern Sects in blood. Let us see if they will come out to save them then!"

"Jie jie! A brilliant plan!" The Black Wind Sage snarled through his pain, his black mist rolling toward the west. "The west shall be mine!"

"The south is mine!" the Manifestation Sage bellowed.

"I take the north!" the Venomous Foe Sage chuckled darkly.

The Mountain-Moving Sage grinned wickedly as he understood the plan, pouncing toward the southeast. "Then I will raid the Moon Shadow Sect’s nest! Let us see how long you can hide in that turtle shell!"

The five great demon saints suddenly scattered, turning into five terrifying streaks of demonic light as they shot toward different corners of the Cangyun Realm!

Chaos immediately erupted within the sword formation.

"This is bad! They are targeting our Sects!" Fu Hongyu, the Blade Sect Master, turned deathly pale. The hand holding his blade was tight, veins bulging.

"My disciples are still there!" Wang Dagen of the Bliss Sect jumped in a panic, his previous smugness replaced by sheer desperation.

"Ancestor! Please let us out! The foundations of our Sects cannot be lost!"

Fa Dahai of the Zen Sect pressed his palms together, his voice shaking. His forced calm could not hide the terror in his eyes.

"We are incompetent. Senior protected us with this great formation, yet we cannot assist him at all. Now we are being used by the demons to hinder him... but... the younger disciples are innocent!" A leader of a mid-sized Sect spoke with a choked voice, bowing low toward Chen Huaian. "We beg Senior to release us! Even if we die and our Cultivation vanishes, we must protect our lineage! We would never dare to resent Senior!"

At the formation cores, countless cultivators looked toward Chen Huaian. Their eyes were a mix of fear, resolve, and deep anxiety for the survival of their Sects.

They understood that leaving the formation to face the five demon saints was a suicide mission.

Yet, the urge to protect their homes now outweighed their fear of death.

Chen Huaian’s brow furrowed, his eyes becoming as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

His body flickered as he left the core of the array. He reappeared instantly in front of the fleeing Mountain-Moving Sage, blocking his path with a curtain of swords that stretched across the horizon.

"Move!" the Mountain-Moving Sage roared, swinging his massive fists.

While Chen Huaian intercepted him, the other four demonic lights took the opportunity to speed toward the horizon, nearly escaping the battlefield!

Chen Huaian repelled the Mountain-Moving Sage with a single strike. He looked back at the four retreating streaks of light and then scanned the desperate, anxious faces of the cultivators within the formation who were ready to march to their deaths.

A killing intent that filled the sky, like a volcano that had been dormant for ages, suddenly burst from Chen Huaian’s eyes!

That intent was so frigid and pure that it seemed to freeze the very air.

"I did not wish to do this so soon..."

Chen Huaian’s low voice reached the ears of every cultivator and demon sage. The anger in his voice began to fade.

What remained was a deathly silence that carried the will of destruction.

"Since it has come to this..."

Chen Huaian looked up suddenly, his gaze cutting through the chaos of the battlefield to stare directly at the high heavens.

He formed sword fingers with his right hand. He no longer aimed at any demon sage, but instead stabbed his fingers toward the sky with unyielding resolve!

"Zheng——!"

The sound did not come from a physical blade. It was the vibrating hum of the laws of heaven and earth themselves, echoing throughout the world.

The wind stopped.

The clouds gathered.

The spiritual energy of the Taizhou Mountain region and beyond acted like soldiers answering a call.

Like a massive whirlpool, the energy swarmed toward Chen Huaian’s pointed fingers.

The world lost its color as the laws began to boil.

A supreme pressure, comparable to the moment Tu Shan Yue ascended to immortality, began to gather in the depths of the sky, like an ancient god opening its eyes.

Fu Hongyu, the Blade Sect Master, watched the black-robed sword cultivator hovering in the air, his expression shifting in shock.

"The laws of heaven and earth are converging!"

"It is Senior Chen!"

"Senior Chen has actually triggered the heavenly tribulation!"