Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 801: The Death and Unease of Chen Niu

Outside the Demon Sealing Pagoda.

Chen Niu absorbed the Killing Intent from the earth vein, causing its form to twist and expand, with the deep crimson Killing Intent enveloping it like a tangible layer.

It lifted a claw and slammed it downward through the air. Suddenly, the area surrounding Lin Fan froze solid, as if a burden of ten thousand jun had crashed onto him, making his bones creak from the crushing force.

Alongside the intense gravity, that region turned into a void in an instant, soon followed by scorching heat and rips in space itself.

This represented the command over laws that Chen Niu's actual body possessed.

Though merely an avatar at present, bolstered by the earth vein's Killing Intent, it managed to release a portion of such might.

"Explode!" Lin Fan clenched his teeth. More than a dozen flying swords burst apart at once, their fierce Sword Qi ripping apart the gravitational zone. He grabbed the moment to escape, a trickle of blood seeping from his mouth's edge.

"You won't get away!" Chen Niu bellowed, calling forth the Mountain-Moving Seal.

The old seal expanded amid the breeze, hurtling toward Lin Fan with the power of an entire mountain chain.

Lin Fan refused to back off; he surged ahead instead, the leftover flying swords trailing him as they launched fully to smash against the ancient seal.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every impact rattled the land and peaks. The flying swords broke apart sequentially, turning into a shower of glowing fragments across the heavens.

The glow on the Mountain-Moving Seal faded bit by bit, stopped dead in the sky by sheer force.

Yet to counter this lethal strike from Chen Niu, not even the enchanted flying swords inherited from the ancestor proved enough.

The line between triumph and loss hinged on the Explosive Sword Style.

With supplies of disposable items at hand, he could unleash powerful blows.

Without such resources, his fighting strength dropped by half, leaving him cautious and restrained.

"Old Zhang, you sly fox!" Lin Fan yelled sharply at the shadows near a far-off hill.

"Why are you shouting?!" From afar, Zhang Mengchu slumped on the ground, his complexion ashen while he feebly gestured. "I've run out of True Essence... You mad Lin, just hang in there a little more!"

At first, his True Essence had plenty left.

But when the Great Formation broke, Chen Niu launched a final, frantic assault, seizing a strand of earth vein energy by force. That very strand, directed through his True Essence, got taken, dragging away most of his True Essence into Chen Niu too. In a flash, he became utterly drained, now only able to shove pills down his throat in panic, with no way to aid Lin Fan right away.

"Damn it all!" Lin Fan swore inside. His storage pouch stood completely bare.

He drew in a steadying breath, his gaze firm and unyielding. He suddenly clapped his hands, twin sparks of sword glow flaring in his eyes.

The ancestor had warned that if cornered to the edge of demise.

Then—

"Ten Thousand—Swords—Return—to—Ancestry!"

A sword's resonance, seeming to descend from the highest heavens, rang out pure, harmonious, and enduring, drowning every noise across the field of battle in an instant.

Hum—!

All Sword Cultivators there, whether allies or enemies, sensed their blades quiver fiercely, sliding from their holds.

True One Hua Jin felt her hand empty out. The silver strands of her longtime whisk cracked section by section, and the Life-bound Flying Sword concealed inside it burst free from her form without control.

Her expression paled with fury as she stomped, yet she held her tongue.

She merely clutched tighter the top-grade Celestial Jade Marrow she'd just acquired, not even letting it settle in her grasp, and slipped away discreetly.

Cain was proudly caressing the prized sword bestowed by Chen Huaian.

The instant after, *zing*—!

The prized sword vibrated, wrenching itself from his grasp, becoming a streak of brilliance as it soared off.

He stared in helpless rage, pounding his chest and stomping, on the verge of coughing up blood from annoyance.

Within the Sanctuary group, Albert gawked at the fragments of his greatsword quivering faintly, confusion etched on his features.

"Stay put!" He urged his own blade. "Those are Eastern swords over there; you're a Western one. You wouldn't fit in anyway. Plus, you're already in pieces."

As soon as he spoke, the damaged sword appeared to wilt, at last calming.

Next to him, the Pope lifted her chin a touch. The cloth over her sightless eyes rippled oddly, as though "gazing" upward.

Up above, a million longswords of similar design floated, circling Lin Fan like loyal vassals before their ruler. Their sword glows merged, forming a brilliant Silver River.

Every blade emitted a keen, intense aura well beyond normal—they'd all received an infusion of True Essence from Lin Fan in this instant.

Lin Fan positioned himself amid the sword river's heart, his garments billowing, his stare icy like timeless frost.

So the ancestor had set up this contingency long ago!

Examining these blades up close, weren't they precisely the flying swords the ancestor had supplied him earlier? Identical in every way!

The ancestor had actually drawn the Cultivators of this realm to carry their swords along, turning those blades into his stock of expendables.

Genius!

Sheer genius!

Numerous swords came already charged with True Essence from their owners. Though not as refined as his own, it eased his burden somewhat.

If not, even he would find it exhausting to command a million flying swords at this juncture.

Lin Fan's complexion was wan, yet his grin turned ever more savage and haughty.

He thrust out his sword-pointing finger. "Descend—!!!"

The sword river poured downward.

No elaborate maneuvers, just pure devastation.

Countless sword beams first fused into one immense blade stretching from sky to ground, then cleaved down with unstoppable fury!

Chen Niu howled, deploying the Mountain-Moving Seal alongside its warped body to resist the enormous blade.

Boom—!!!

The huge blade fragmented, erupting into a raging tempest of Sword Qi. A gigantic mushroom cloud bloomed right there, the blast wave gouging several zhang from the earth!

Chen Niu got pounded into a pit's depths, scales scattering everywhere.

Still, this marked merely the start.

As the initial barrage of sword rain concluded, the following flying swords hammered down like a furious gale.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blasts rang without pause, quaking the terrain and heights, hurling dirt and haze skyward.

The whole valley got leveled flat beneath the mad onslaught of endless Sword Qi, carving out a terrifyingly vast pit.

Once the last sword gleam faded, the haze began to clear.

Deep in the pit's base, Chen Niu sprawled, its frame cracked and ruined, dark red blood staining the dirt, its breathing shallow and feeble.

Lin Fan floated downward, setting his boot on Chen Niu's savage skull, his sword point aimed straight at its forehead.

"That's everything you've got?!"

Chen Niu bared its teeth in a bloody smile, crimson spilling from its jaws, but its gaze held scorn. "Hehehe... cough cough... the unexpected factor... you folks... always bring shocks... But... you can't break free... from the loop... death awaits you all in the end... And—"

Just then, from the peak of a nearby Demon Sealing Pagoda, a pristine beam of Spiritual Energy lanced upward, cutting through the fog and debris, standing out starkly.

The watching Ascenders around the fight all shifted their attention to the beam.

The furrow of rage on True One Hua Jin's forehead eased a fraction. "The Well of Heaven is open! Senior Chen must have arranged it!"

Chen Huaian had vanished before, and she'd assumed he'd seized the chance to handle the demonic beasts within the Demon Sealing Pagoda. She hadn't expected him to move so swiftly.

Even in such chaos, Senior Chen remembered the Kunlun Immortal Palace's scheme...

Even as a wildcard, Senior Chen differed from those sword-obsessed types who seized Celestial Jade Marrow by blade.

Going forward...

Should the Celestial God Clan's His Lordship seek to discipline Senior Chen, she at least had to safeguard his survival.

True One Hua Jin mulled over this in silence.

At the same time, Chen Niu's eye corner glimpsed the Spiritual Energy beam. A brief, vague, hard-to-pin fleeting spark appeared in its stare.

It shut its eyes. "... End me."

Lin Fan huffed coldly. A sword flash speared its skull, then churned, utterly destroying its Divine Soul.

Chen Niu's avatar fell slain again.

Yet a subtle, barely noticeable twinge of disquiet clung to his mind, unwilling to fade.

...

At the same moment, within the Demon Sealing Pagoda.

Chen Huaian was wrapped in swirling Spiritual Energy. The Chenghuang silhouette had dimmed progressively, dissolving into myriad light specks that flowed into him.

By his side, the Fierce Beast Hou's specter was likewise drawn into the Purple Gold Gourd.

On the gourd's exterior, the etched fierce beasts appeared to stir, drifting lazily.

With Hou's essence infused, amid the various beast motifs, a hazy but savage shape sharpened into focus—it clearly depicted the supposed long-"deceased" Muscle Tyrant.

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I like this take on Qingran. She's got that perfect wifey feel now, right?