Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 818: You dare to touch it?

"This Venerable One has no knowledge whatsoever of any Taotie or otherwise."

Chen Huaian gripped his sword level across his body, halting the wind column that sustained Taotie, his face displaying chill determination.

"This Venerable One merely recognizes that the black cat I maintain is named Muscle Tyrant. Even if it happens to be Taotie, above all, it remains Muscle Tyrant, the companion This Venerable One nurtures. Its guilt or innocence isn't yours to decree as an intruder, but mine alone to assess. Intending to slay This Venerable One's feline? Feel free to attempt it!"

"Insolent!" Wu E uttered a frigid huff.

He wasn't some feeble late-stage Nascent Soul projection like that one. Initially, he considered Chen Huaian potentially valuable, hoping to spare him for possible service to the Divine Lord. However, with this cultivator showing such ignorance of fortune, no choice remained but to eliminate him alongside Taotie!

"Perish!" Wu E's blood-red gaze abruptly intensified, and the vast bat wings spanning hundreds of zhang behind him beat with immense force.

The edges of the wings cutting the atmosphere created a "ripping" noise akin to splitting fabric—the North Sea's surface was rent apart instantly over a distance of several li. A towering wave wall, dozens of zhang in height, like a massive mountain overturned, rose vertically, forming a pitch-dark liquid barrier hanging in the sky. Then it thundered down, the spraying mist thick enough to obscure views miles away.

Purple bolts in the clouds got stirred by the dark gale, coiling into thick black lightning serpents that crackled and lashed chaotically in the tempest. Striking the ocean, they burst into dark-violet liquid bursts reaching several zhang.

"Mortal cultivator, witness now the divide between immortals and mortals!" Wu E bared his enormous jaws, expelling dark green poison blended with shadowy winds. "Sky-Corroding Howl!"

Right away, the shadowy winds surged ten times stronger. Invisible wind edges drifting in the gale sliced the void, etching tiny, broken fissures in the atmosphere. Those fissures shimmered with subtle gray glows, resembling bites from a colossal monster. A spectral nine-headed wind beast formed at the heart of the dark winds—each head parted its toothy maw. The gusts erupting from its bellows could pulverize underwater rocks to dust. The water wasn't merely evaporated to vapor; it got shredded by the wind edges into countless tiny droplets filling the heavens, whirling in the black storm like a downpour that could flay skin and bone.

The whole North Sea appeared seized by some unseen force. Across the skies and lands, nothing lingered but the gale's fury, the snakes' crackles, and the "crashing" of waves being ripped asunder.

The dark winds, bearing the wind beast specter, lunged savagely. In their path, the fabric of space warped more ferociously, even rays of light curving with it, as though total rupture loomed in the following instant.

Confronting that colossal, heaven-spanning power, Chen Huaian remained steadfast without a trace of dread. He didn't so much as flutter his eyelids; in fact, he shut them, merely lifting the Black Scales Sword slightly.

"The Dao produces One, One produces Two, Two produces Three, Three produces... the myriad things!"

Chen Huaian's closed eyes burst open suddenly, twin glints of sword brilliance shining fiercely inside.

The initial technique from the hidden manuals—The Dao Begets the One Sword!

When he first executed this sword art, his cultivation level wasn't peak Void Shattering, nor was the setting Earth Star, but rather the Cangyun Realm.

Heaven and earth's vital energy rushed toward Chen Huaian.

Within a ten-li circle, the scene resembled an ink scroll having its hues drained, swiftly turning to monochrome. The ground quaked, cries of insects and birds, the frantic howls of wildlife—all faded as the colors vanished from the canvas.

The sword stayed unsheathed, yet the world grew hushed.

The sword struck, and the world bled of its vibrancy!

"Clang——!"

Amidst heaven and earth, solely this sword's keen wail echoed.

The sword's keen tone cut through the raging gales. That monochrome sword beam stretching across the cosmos, like a fracture, sliced clean through the advancing dark winds. Everywhere the beam went, the verdant wind edges fragmented utterly.

The spectral nine-headed wind beast emitted a piercing, anguished cry, split apart by the sword beam, dissolving into a canopy of wind shards that scattered away.

The beam's force persisted undiminished, bearing down straight on the Demon Immortal Wu E!

Wu E's eyes shrank in alarm. He hadn't anticipated a mere mortal realm practitioner unleashing such a horrifying sword strike. In panic, he could only shield himself with his bat wings, the obsidian golden scales igniting with a pale green barrier.

"Clang——!" The sword beam smashed into the barrier and wings, unleashing a thunderous, world-trembling boom. The pale green barrier shattered at once. Scales flew from the bat wings. A profound cut, exposing bone, ran from wing edge to base. Opaque green ichor trickled along the gash, hitting the waves and instantly solidifying them into dark ice chunks.

This one sword strike had genuinely wounded his Demon Immortal form.

Though he manifested via Divine Descent, this differed vastly from a mere projection.

A projection, at its core, missed the infusion of immortal might; it was just a demonic mortal duplicate bearing only his divine skills.

Yet Divine Descent brought true immortal essence. Such was the chasm in existence's tiers.

This sword... had the power to harm immortals.

Should Chen Huaian be permitted to advance more...

Wu E folded his wings, gazing at the ocean surface split by Chen Huaian's sword, a shiver crawling up his back.

This Chen Huaian posed a disaster!

He must not survive!

"What... what sort of sword technique is that?!" Wu E cried out, blending astonishment and wrath.

While his Divine Descent form wasn't gravely harmed, the strike had rattled him, stirring his vital energies into turmoil.

In furious abandon, Wu E unleashed full might.

Boom——!

His enormous talons balled up before him. Innumerable dark wind strands wove into a gale serpent dozens of zhang in length. The serpent's frame was laced with shards of shadowy golden dragon plating. Baring its vast mouth, it snapped toward Chen Huaian.

Watching the gale serpent bellowing his way, Chen Huaian sensed his inner vital energy almost depleted—The Dao Begets the One Sword had drained seventy to eighty percent of it. Attempting to muster Sword Intent anew, the monochrome glow on the blade sputtered faintly.

Clenching his jaw, he positioned his sword flat to parry, slapping the Black Scales Sword's broad side with his palm.

The Black Scales Sword quivered, erupting a burst of sword radiance.

The radiance ascended before Chen Huaian, resembling a rising sickle moon. Under that moon, the sea's surface plunged sharply. The dark winds clashing with the radiance dissolved like fat in a blazing inferno.

Though this radiance bisected the gale serpent, the beast, under Wu E's command, drew ceaselessly from the world's energies, regenerating without end.

Boom——!

Chen Huaian got hurled backward time and again by the serpent's collision force, a trickle of blood seeping from his lip's edge. His legs slammed into an undersea rock, pulverizing it instantly.

Just as the gale serpent neared to swallow Chen Huaian, a inky black tempest abruptly rushed from the flank, blocking the serpent midway through the air.

"Boom——!" The dark wind column sustaining Taotie detonated suddenly. Murky violet armor glinted amid the turmoil. A colossal form gradually steadied itself—Taotie had achieved rebirth.

Its frame towered fully ten zhang. Murky violet armor bore warped "Devour" rune etchings. Four twisted horns shone with icy sheen. A pair of scarlet-gold eyes locked onto Wu E. The murderous aura encircling it manifested visibly, halting the nearby dark winds in their tracks.

Advancing one step to position before Chen Huaian, it lifted a massive talon, seizing the gale serpent. With a light crush, the serpent crumbled into a haze of wind motes and vanished.

Muscle Tyrant lifted its gaze deliberately, scarlet-gold eyes brimming with frozen lethal intent.

A guttural, profound tone, echoing from the depths, quivered the heavens and earth:

"You filthy cur, make another move and find out what awaits!"