Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 749: From Capture to Kill

"Nirvana feigns death, golden cicada sheds its shell, impressive!"

A sharp glint burst forth in Chen Huaian's gaze once he had fully taken in the divine ability from the Phoenix.

His primary form had advanced to the Unity Realm, yet he lacked numerous methods to preserve his life.

To be precise, facing threats left him with just the choice of slipping into the Cangyun Realm, a solid strategy no doubt.

However, that approach came with a couple of flaws.

For one, accessing the Cangyun Realm required a brief preparation period, similar to donning a VR headset. Foes of great power, such as the Demon Immortal's avatar, could strike him down during that vulnerable delay.

For another, retreating to the Cangyun Realm offered mere short-term relief. He'd reappear exactly where he had vanished.

Should the foe linger nearby upon his return, peril would await him once more.

In that regard, the Phoenix's gifted divine ability arrived like a much-needed downpour.

"And there's the Phoenix Fire." With a snap of his fingers, Chen Huaian summoned a vivid red blaze that leaped to life on his fingertips.

This fire's hue ran far richer than typical flames. It danced gently near Chen Huaian's fingers, hiding the intense heat that could dissolve very souls.

Employed wisely, such a force served as a potent tool for destruction!

"That's about enough, time to leave."

Recalling the Demon Immortal's avatar lurking beyond, Chen Huaian's lips twisted into a icy smirk.

Standing guard like a fool by the tree for a rabbit?

Absurd!

Yet prior to departing, Chen Huaian gathered the pot and savored a taste of the broth made from the Phoenix Egg.

"Ahhh—!" After one gulp, pure delight made him tremble: "Fresh! Damn fresh!"

As the top Sword Master in the Cangyun Realm, he'd sampled countless rare treats, but never before had a broth tasted so incredibly fresh.

And this came from merely simmering the egg of a Phoenix. Imagine the actual creature...

No need to dwell on that.

Perhaps he'd cross paths with a Phoenix in future realms. Ideally, it would blast him with fire immediately, providing cause to spin back and cook it up.

To savor genuine Phoenix roast.

Hehehe!

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Without the lingering aroma wafting from the Demon Sealing Pagoda, Chen Niu might have dozed off entirely.

"The fragrance is gone." Chen Niu squinted, sharpening his focus.

The prior scent confirmed the Sword Cultivator was preparing a meal within the Demon Sealing Pagoda.

With the aroma faded now, it signaled the Sword Cultivator had completed his feast.

What follows a meal's end? Emerging from the Demon Sealing Pagoda, of course!

He braced himself, poised for combat in every way.

Moments later, activity stirred at the Demon Sealing Pagoda's entrance.

Chen Niu's stare intensified. The second a figure in white emerged at the doorway, his demonic energy roared forth toward it.

Chen Niu commanded the power to control gravity.

His last avatar's grasp on gravity remained basic, but this one's mastery brushed against the 'Dao' itself.

Suddenly, the space before the Demon Sealing Pagoda grew oppressively dense, as though frozen in place.

Centered on the Demon Sealing Pagoda, gravity spiked within a one-li radius. Proximity to the structure amplified it further.

At the field's fringe, gravity multiplied ten times over, but at the pagoda's mouth, it hit a thousandfold.

BOOM—!

The robust Demon Sealing Pagoda buckled under the crush of thousandfold gravity.

Its walls, forged from mysterious stone, creaked in protest amid the immense force.

Spiderweb-like fissures spread rapidly across the doorframe and over ten zhang of adjacent wall.

Small debris flaked away like powder, then bigger stone pieces fractured and caved in under the overwhelming strain.

The whole Demon Sealing Pagoda shook fiercely, on the verge of total flattening.

Still, it held without full ruin.

This site protected the Well of Heaven. No matter the horror of Chen Niu's divine ability, bringing it down proved no simple task.

But the area right at the entrance turned into pure chaos.

The solid stone floor acted as if hammered by an unseen colossal weight of ten thousand tons.

Dust failed to rise, for everything slammed downward to the planet's depths.

From the pagoda door outward, the earth dipped sharply, carving a smooth-edged crater dozens of zhang in depth.

At the crater's base, the former stone lay pulverized and squeezed tight, nearly melted into a glassy form.

Air got sucked out and squeezed, birthing a fleeting warped white ring around the pit's rim.

In that instant, even atmosphere turned deadly.

In the thousandfold gravity zone, air packed denser than imaginable, bordering on thick fluid metal.

Anything daring to approach or linger faced crushing pressure and drag beyond conception.

Light bent and warped, all sights blurring as if seen through rippling hot grease.

Chen Huaian stood at the epicenter, smack in that zone.

Like encased in hardened resin, he froze solid the moment he crossed the Demon Sealing Pagoda's threshold.

Even in mid-stage Unity Realm, he lagged far behind Chen Niu's avatar.

Sensing that bottomless demonic aura, he realized matching this avatar was impossible.

Chen Huaian whipped his head around, locking eyes on the hulking form charging like a savage predator, his gaze igniting with savage resolve.

This avatar outclassed the prior one by a wide margin.

"Little thief! I've finally caught you!"

Chen Niu's manic cackle echoed like a funeral toll.

No dodging possible!

No backing away!

A piercing chill flared in Chen Huaian's stare.

True Essence blazed around him, flooding straight into the Black Scales Sword he gripped.

The blade stirred.

Clang—!

A piercing sword hum echoed everywhere.

Outmatched or not, as a Sword Cultivator, he'd battle to the end in this deadly fray.

To Chen Niu, Chen Huaian's move looked like a straightforward, unadorned stab ahead.

Yet from Chen Huaian's perspective.

That strike didn't cleave empty space.

It cleaved at Chen Niu's divine ability.

Sword Intent attuned to the Dao, severing all without fail.

As the sword point met the gravity, time halted for a heartbeat.

A razor-thin silver-white beam, honed to utmost sharpness as if to divide primal chaos, exploded from the Black Scales Sword's edge.

Sss—!

Like a hot knife slicing frozen dark fabric.

The all-binding gravity domain ripped apart under that silver-white streak, forging a slim, elongated breach.

The breach flickered out of sight, yet it carved a path to survival.

The moment it formed, Chen Huaian's form blurred into a swift shadow, bursting free like a moth escaping silk threads, racing along the rift.

His speed shredded the space trailing him bit by bit.

"What?!" Chen Niu's enormous slit pupil shrank to a pinpoint.

This Sword Cultivator held terrifying strength!

To actually cut through its divine ability!

Yet the cultivation aura from this Sword Cultivator read only mid-stage Unity Realm!

The silver-white sword gleam winked away.

Chen Niu at last detected the Dao-rooted Sword Intent within—far beyond any common Sword Cultivator, impossible for an Ascender.

Grasping the Dao stood barred by the Celestial God Clan's overlords long ago.

Simple humans deserved no such insight.

Its initial guess held true; this Sword Cultivator ranked among the anomalies.

This Sword Cultivator aimed to flee!

Could he escape?

Stunned shock boiled into blazing fury.

"Little thief still wants to run?!" Chen Niu's enormous frame shattered space amid his bellow, pursuing without mercy.

Demonic energy churned madly. The gravity domain clung tight, wrapping once more around the escaping white silhouette, aiming to trap it again.

Yet the Sword Cultivator's pace stunned with its swiftness.

Each time gravity neared closure, a silver-white sword flash would slice a flaw in the field exactly.

Like a slippery fish piercing a vast mesh, he slipped away at the last possible second every time!

The longer Chen Niu pursued, the more shocked it grew. The silver-white mask over the Sword Cultivator's features acted like an unbreakable fog. No matter how hard it strained its Divine Sense, his real face stayed hidden. Taking him alive? With sword skills and evasion this refined, that dream lay shattered.

Killing Intent drowned out all thought!

"Die!" The eerie green hellfire in Chen Niu's eyes hardened fully into frozen murder.

After all, the true form had commanded upfront: if capture failed, then slay.

No concern now for gravity smashing him to bits.

It slammed its Domain to maximum density in a flash, like a phantom colossal palm, lunging savagely at the darting white form.

This round, gravity hardened into tangible mass.

Velocity outstripping sword flashes!

Thump!

Chen Huaian's dashing form jerked to a halt.

As though slamming into a phantom barrier.

This barrier lay not ahead, but squeezed from every side.

Creak—! His frame's bones cracked with the agony of overload.

His sword stroke got halted dead by the rigid gravity.

That split-second pause.

Chen Niu's scaled mega-claw, vast as a looming peak, plunged down with world-ending demonic might, thundering in impact.

BOOM—!

The enormous talon struck true, pinning the white figure beneath.

Chen Niu's claw clenched with savage force.

Squelch—! Amid its digits, a red blood haze bloomed like pulped fruit, seeping silently.

Bits of the broken silver-white mask fluttered down like faded moth wings.

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