Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 821: The Sword Is Gone Without a Trace

After reaching the Great Ascension Stage, his command over the miniature world had grown far more adept.

Moreover, he was now able to merge portions of his miniature world with the vast outer world, drawing in elements from the greater realm to bolster his own, thus granting him momentary dominance over the heavenly rules in a limited area of the external world.

Wu E and Muscle Tyrant barely had time to respond.

Chen Huaian had silently expanded his miniature world, linking it seamlessly to the greater one.

Mountains remained mountains, waters stayed as waters.

However, from the tiniest gust whispering through the peaks, a lone drifting leaf, or a ripple on the waves, up to the grandest boulders, all were now infused with a keen, cutting Sword Intent.

At the pinnacle of martial arts, even blooming flowers or gathered leaves could wound foes.

For a Sword Cultivator at the height of enlightenment, every blade of grass and every tree embodied Sword Intent.

As Sword Intent permeated the heavens and earth, wrapping around Wu E, it morphed into a lethal aura that set its fur on end. Though as a Demon Immortal it once wielded the rules of heaven and earth freely, now it sensed utter rejection from the world. Even the smallest grain of sand regarded it with enmity.

It refused to await its doom!

This opponent was unnervingly peculiar; it needed to unleash everything!

Roar——!

A brutal, wild bellow erupted from Wu E's maw.

Demonic energy exploded around its form, crafting a deep azure barrier of water. Inside this barrier, myriad phantom crocodile teeth appeared, resembling hordes of massive beasts unveiling their gore-stained jaws, each glinting with a frosty sheen that could rend iron and rock.

This was its ultimate technique, the "Myriad Crocodiles Devouring Heaven Formation".

Performed in its Divine Descent form, it ought to be unstoppable against anything short of full Immortals. What could stand against it?

"You seek to slay me? Sample my power first!"

It lifted its enormous talon and smashed it down upon the ocean.

Boom——!

A deafening blast thundered across the North Sea as the watery barrier surged toward Chen Huaian.

Before those phantom teeth could graze his garments, a crisp, harmonious sword hum rang from Chen Huaian's finger, paired with a lyrical chant floating from the skies: "A long sword and a cup of wine, the heart of a true man."

In the blink of an eye, as blue radiance gleamed, Chen Huaian ascended, striding atop the swells.

His form moved with airy grace, his robes fluttering beyond the mist without a hint of wetness. Still, the path of his sword bore a hint of effortless flow—no raging, brutal Sword Qi, merely one thread of blue gleam slicing through the barrier!

Clang——! The sword tone peaked briefly.

Those phantom teeth, tough enough to break metal and stone, melted away like frost under spring's warmth.

The barrier tore apart in a rift, and at that rift, the sea froze into half a azure lotus.

As the petals spun, Wu E's demonic energy veered off, fading into the surroundings.

Yet truly, this demonic energy hadn't disappeared.

This stretch of sky and land had been woven into Chen Huaian's Dao.

That demonic energy converted to True Essence, returning to nourish Chen Huaian.

Chen Huaian's presence swelled further.

Wu E's eyes narrowed in shock. It had witnessed no such swordsmanship—eschewing raw might, yet dismantling a formation via pure "Intent." How could such a cultivator exist… one who bent the world to his will?!

Urgency gripped it, so it parted its jaws and expelled its Demon Core.

The Demon Core pulsed with crimson glow, rousing the hidden flames buried deep in the North Sea.

Boom——! Flames erupted on the surface, towering several zhang high in fiery surges.

These blazing waves, cloaked in molten rock, barreled at Chen Huaian.

By now, the urge to withdraw was budding in Wu E's thoughts.

Taotie didn't need slaying this instant.

But if its Divine Descent form fell, its core self would endure grievous harm to its primordial spirit.

Such harm struck at the roots, a wound that might take years of cultivation to mend. Chen Niu lay broken by its hand, and with no guardian left, the other two Demon Immortals under Divine Joy Emperor would exploit its frailty to end it!

Still, its voice boomed defiantly: "I am a Demon Immortal recognized by heaven and earth!

How can your demonic sword path possibly defeat the power of heaven and earth!"

Chen Huaian held his ground, lifting his sword.

"Recognized by heaven and earth? A joke!"

"This Venerable One never recognized it!"

This time, the celestial tune from the clouds intensified.

It seemed the scent of ancient wine rode the sword gusts, wafting their way.

"Ten steps to kill one man, a thousand miles without leaving a trace."

Sword Qi streaked like a silver rainbow across a hundred leagues.

The sword gleam became a white flash that plunged through the fire surges. The flames and magma yielded like a parted stream before the blade, pulling aside to bare the shadowy seabed strata.

The white flash pressed on, hurtling toward Wu E's Demon Core.

Wu E scrambled to shield it. As its claw met the white streak, a sharp crack of fracturing bone echoed—its fiendish frame, resilient enough against Taotie's chomps, now bore a hole through its palm from one wisp of Sword Intent.

"Impossible!" Wu E bellowed, pulling back as its Demon Core quaked. It sought to invoke another Divine Ability, but Sword Intent clamped down its demonic energy. Even inhaling caused piercing agony.

At last, terror overtook it, and it spun to escape.

Its tail tip barely brushed the far-off waves when Chen Huaian's steady voice sounded from behind, joined by the closing verse of the heavenly melody from the Nine Heavens. It fell soft as a breath, yet weighed enough to sunder realms—"How can I lower my head and bend my waist to serve the powerful, making myself unable to be happy and free?"

The sword lashed out, without recall.

Crack——!

A bolt of Sword Qi tore across sky and earth!

The sea cleaved apart, the rocks in the yawning gap crumbling bit by bit.

Even the sunset's hues on the horizon fled westward from this blade.

Wu E felt only icy dread along its spine. Before a cry could escape, its form was consumed by the Sword Qi—its Demon Core, its Physical Shell, the Immortal Essence forged by Divine Descent, all reduced to glittering motes in the sword glow, whisked away by the ocean winds, vanishing utterly.

Chen Huaian stood, sword returned to its sheath. The blue sword radiance withdrew to his finger, fading into a curl of pale vapor.

He lightly touched the sea with his foot's tip. The sundered waters gradually rejoined, leaving only echoes of the celestial tune in the breeze and Muscle Tyrant's dazed, frozen stare.

The sea wind swept by, gently raising Chen Huaian's sleeves.

As though the strike that felled a Demon Immortal had simply flicked away a mote of grime from his robe.

A lone golden Demon Core rested on the waves.

Chen Huaian retrieved the Demon Core.

He noted it was riddled with fissures, ready to disintegrate under the slightest touch.

This was the remnant Demon Core from Wu E's Divine Descent.

Divine Descent differed from a mere avatar. It employed the avatar as a vessel, channeling the true body's full might into it. It was an authentic Immortal, though bound by the avatar's limits and the world's laws. A Demon Immortal in Divine Descent wasn't at maximum strength.

Yet slaying Wu E thus equated to maiming half its being.

"Though a phoenix among chickens, it's still a True Immortal."

Chen Huaian gave a cold huff and pocketed the Demon Core.

The Demon Core held Immortal power and Dao Rhythms, aiding his insights into the immortal path.

With the Demon Core secured, he glanced at Muscle Tyrant.

Muscle Tyrant perched meekly on the sea. As Chen Huaian turned, its frame shuddered hard, huddling in fright as it stammered, "Big Boss… This King, ah, pah! I, I was just saying that on purpose earlier, I truly never had the thought of taking you as my attendant disciple… Please, please don't take it to heart!"

"This Venerable One naturally knows. Look how scared you are."

Chen Huaian laughed softly. "Is This Venerable One really that terrifying?"

Muscle Tyrant's lips quivered. It cast a quiet look at the hundred-zhang sword mark gouged into the seabed, its depths unknown—this was the wound from severing Wu E. But for Chen Huaian, severing Wu E was merely a simple, unstrained swing.

With the might of that lone swing, none dared raise their voice.

Muscle Tyrant gazed at Chen Huaian, eyes brimming with mixed emotions.

It had believed that regaining its zenith and reshaping its form would let it shield the Big Boss.

Now it appeared the Big Boss would shield it.

"Big Boss, while this sword strike beheading Wu E was exhilarating…

It's also a big trouble."

Muscle Tyrant breathed a heavy sigh, picking words with care. "You… didn't think this through…"