Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 813: Great Changes in Heaven and Earth

"Zhu Huai, you get the full picture of things now, don't you?"

The True One, Hua Jin, had departed. Chen Huaian cast a sidelong look at the imprisoned ancient Fierce Beast.

"Indeed, Ancestral Dragon, Your Lordship." Terror had altered Zhu Huai's way of speaking, his words stumbling out, "I'm well aware of my duty, yet with eight Wells of Heaven already unlocked, the presences of the remaining Fierce Beasts elude me. I have no idea where to head or how to proceed..."

Chen Huaian realized Zhu Huai meant the revival of Taotie.

From his Storage Pouch, he retrieved the Purple Gold Gourd and dangled it before Zhu Huai, "What do you think? Spot any hints?"

Gazing upon the essences of diverse Fierce Beasts etched on the Purple Gold Gourd, along with Taotie's almost finished demonic soul, Zhu Huai's gaze brightened, "So all of them are in your possession, Your Lordship?"

"That's right. But prior to anything else, this Venerable One must handle one final setup." Chen Huaian's eyes narrowed as he questioned Zhu Huai, "Is it possible for you to postpone the activation of the Well of Heaven? This Venerable One realizes you serve as one of its keys. Could you delay when your key activates?"

Hearing those words, Zhu Huai rubbed his head, pondered briefly, and replied, "For that, I'd have to split my three ethereal souls and seven corporeal souls apart. The seven corporeal souls would blend with Lord Taotie, aiding his primordial spirit to reach completion. Meanwhile, the three ethereal souls would manage the Well of Heaven, holding back its activation time.

Still, this approach means Lord Taotie won't achieve his ultimate shape in the end, preventing a full return to his strongest state. Plus, my three ethereal souls won't be able to restrain the Well of Heaven for an extended period.

Our suppression on the Well of Heaven, like the Vermilion Bird's and mine, acts as counterweights on a balance. Without the Vermilion Bird's weight, the balance tips in favor of the Well opening. Whatever I attempt, I can't ultimately stop the Well of Heaven from fully activating."

"That's fine." Chen Huaian gave a nod, "This Venerable One grasps all that you've explained.

I just require you to grant this Venerable One a brief delay, not to seal the Well of Heaven forever!"

"In that case, I can manage it." Zhu Huai inclined his head.

"Excellent!" Chen Huaian surveyed the surroundings, lost in quiet thought.

Next, he extracted Spirit Stones and assorted formation components from his Storage Pouch.

His plan was to employ the ninth Demon Sealing Pagoda as the heart of the formation.

Aiming to forge the whole Demon Sealing Pagoda into a protective array that hides the mechanisms of heaven.

Though he hadn't witnessed Taotie's revival firsthand, given the numerous conditions required, it probably wasn't something that happened in a flash.

Thus, the nine Wells of Heaven must not all activate at once until Taotie regained his maximum power.

If they did, the energy from Taotie's rebirth would surely be detected by the Immortal Realm's gods. Should they intervene swiftly to crush it while Taotie remained defenseless, the effort would be utterly futile.

As per Chen Huaian's directives, Zhu Huai forsook his corporeal form and divided into three ethereal souls and seven corporeal souls.

His physical frame slowly shriveled away to powder, yet the detached three ethereal souls and seven corporeal souls possessed immense scale.

These three ethereal souls and seven corporeal souls took on Zhu Huai's prime visage. Four twisting horns looked ready to rend the skies, his enormous frame supported a volcano belching fiery lava, and his crimson eyes radiated a scorching crimson shine, resembling twin suns emerging in the shadowy Demon Sealing Pagoda.

"Now that's more like the awe-inspiring presence of an ancient Fierce Beast!"

Chen Huaian couldn't resist exclaiming in admiration.

A touch of bashfulness crossed Zhu Huai, who stood compliantly nearby.

He observed Chen Huaian positioning Spirit Stones around the Demon Sealing Pagoda, his sword moving with elegant flair. Threads of silvery-white Sword Intent danced about him, then steadily poured into the earth below the Demon Sealing Pagoda via his sword movements. The arranged Spirit Stones vanished alongside the Sword Intent.

Zhu Huai held certain insights.

He recognized that Chen Huaian was establishing a formation.

Yet, straining his mind, he failed to identify what kind of formation Chen Huaian was crafting.

As an ancient Fierce Beast, despite memory gaps from repeated rebirths, he retained recall of vital details such as formations.

Even forgotten ones would swiftly resurface upon the slightest reminder.

Nevertheless, while tracing the grand formation Chen Huaian laid out and examining the complex, arcane Formation Patterns bordering the Demon Sealing Pagoda, Zhu Huai drew a blank.

This definitely wasn't drawn from Earth Star's legends.

He determined at last.

This grand formation must originate from some other realm, one where cultivation arts flourished just as profoundly.

The expression in Zhu Huai's eyes for Chen Huaian evolved from dread due to hierarchical pressure into genuine, profound admiration.

No prior inheritor had resembled Chen Huaian, capable of wielding lore from beyond to challenge the Celestial God Clan.

Though this era's Dragon Soul inheritor lacked overwhelming might... to the point he couldn't stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Taotie in battle.

Yet maybe... this presented a chance?

Soon enough, Chen Huaian completed the formation setup.

The Formation Patterns encircling the Demon Sealing Pagoda ignited all at once.

Phantasmal outlines of soaring swords emerged over the Formation Patterns. These swords lifted gradually, weaving overhead into a dense, unbreachable curtain of silvery-white blades.

In the midst of the Demon Sealing Pagoda, Chen Huaian flicked his fingers.

A colossal sword silhouette appeared in front of him, turning leisurely, encasing both him and Zhu Huai's three ethereal souls and seven corporeal souls. Unlike the surrounding phantom flying swords, this one's edge boiled with primal flames of black-and-white threads, radiating a fearsome aura that stirred the soul.

"All preparations are set; we await only the favorable breeze."

Chen Huaian set the Purple Gold Gourd at his feet, eyeing Zhu Huai, "Commence! This Venerable One shall guard you!"

Zhu Huai uttered a deep incantation, his enormous soul form surging upward—the seven corporeal souls, resembling molten dark gold flames, bore the savage Killing Intent of the primordial Fierce Beast as they plunged directly into the Purple Gold Gourd.

The gourd's opening flared with a sinister crimson glow right away, roiling fiercely like oil encountering scalding water. Before long, thrilled howls of Fierce Beasts resounded from inside: Qiongqi's piercing cry, Taowu's rumbling bellow, all blending into a mighty, vibrant surge directed at the hazy form in the core.

The instant the seven corporeal souls integrated, Taotie's mere silhouette sharpened into vivid detail.

Bronze-scaled claws first protruded from the shadow, their edges flashing with icy sharpness that could split voids. Next, a vast jaw lined with teeth parted wide. As saliva fell, it drew in every trace of haze lingering within the gourd. Lastly, thick scales sheathed the body, etched faintly with warped runes. Demonic force coursed through, igniting the runes in shadowy violet hues, heightening Taotie's menace to horrifying levels.

No longer a gaunt outline, he assumed the solidity of living flesh and blood, his breaths heavy enough to pulverize peaks.

At the same time, Zhu Huai's three ethereal souls morphed into three radiant white streams of light, floating toward the Well of Heaven buried deep in the Demon Sealing Pagoda.

The very second these light streams brushed the Well of Heaven's rim, the ground's faint quakes turned to a sharp "crack," like some force straining to erupt from below.

The white vapor over the Well of Heaven whirled madly, building into a widening spiral.

Through the spiral's heart, faint visions of a barren landscape from elsewhere appeared—leafless colossal trees, blood-red soil, and distant echoes of beastly cries.

That wasn't the Cangyun Realm.

The three ethereal souls swiftly encircled the spiral, the gleaming white streams clenching tight.

The white vapor's spin halted abruptly, though the Demon Sealing Pagoda's shudders mounted in fury.

Cracks like spiderwebs spidered across the walls. Debris rained down in a steady patter, a rhythmic "tap-tap" as if the world tallied its final seconds.

"Boom—" A colossal rumble thundered from beneath. The Well of Heaven's spiral unleashed a pull vastly stronger than prior.

Zhu Huai's three ethereal soul streams noticeably faded.

Pure Spiritual Energy ceased its trickle, instead bursting forth like a burst levee, gathering overhead into a creamy-white qi column. The area near the column warped from its swell, the atmosphere tinged with the sharp, ancient tang of spiritual essence.

Zhu Huai's three ethereal souls strained to constrict, attempting to force the spiritual energy back into the Well of Heaven. Yet the energy acted alive, battering the streams relentlessly. Each strike amplified the Demon Sealing Pagoda's quakes. Even Chen Huaian's Formation Patterns wavered, the silvery-white Sword Intent pulsing between glow and fade, on the verge of collapse.

"Ancestral Dragon, Your Lordship... I... I can't endure!"

Zhu Huai bellowed in torment.

Chen Huaian's brow furrowed sharply, his stare cold as he fixed on the Demon Sealing Pagoda's summit.

Right then, a "crack" split the Purple Gold Gourd, pursued by a deafening bellow from within that could rupture drums.

"Roar—!"

Taotie's skull emerged first through the gourd's neck.

His enormous jaws gaped, devouring the bulk of the drifting spiritual energy.

The Purple Gold Gourd, still flipping midair, got snared in his fangs, crunched to bits amid several "crack"s.

His frame fully burst free, bulkier even than the Demon Sealing Pagoda's beams.

The rasp of scales on stone mimicked countless blades grinding metal.

Every stride cratered the floor, trails of fire encircling the imprints.

His golden-red eyes scanned Chen Huaian, pausing briefly, emotions churning beneath a veil of restraint.

Turning to the Well of Heaven, his pupils shrank sharply—He sensed the essences of the other eight Wells of Heaven drawing near this spot.

And precisely as Taotie exited the gourd, Zhu Huai's three ethereal souls reached their breaking point.

The radiant white streams burst with a "pop," dissolving into countless light specks that rushed toward Taotie.

Free of restraint, the Well of Heaven's spiritual energy detonated fully!

Boom—!

The creamy-white qi column rocketed skyward, smashing through the pagoda's ceiling stones, exposing the overhead firmament.

High above, the column burst, reshaping into a serpentine dragon forged purely of spiritual energy. Its head reared proudly, scales translucent from condensed essence, horns wreathed in lingering white fog. A draconic cry rent the heavens, the roar cleaving clouds and echoing over the vast domain.

Even more startling, in the wake of this roar, eight successive rays pierced the far horizon—marking the other eight Wells of Heaven!

Those eight rays likewise became spiritual energy dragons, lancing upward.

The nine dragons met in the firmament, coils entwining, heads aimed outward, akin to celestial supports upholding the dome.

Clouds scattered. The sky's hue shifted from bright azure, deepening to navy, then pitch, ultimately an infinite void.

As though the night vault had flipped above, no sunbeams able to pierce through.

The heavens had transformed!