Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 820: Chen Huai'an - Mahayana!

Chen Huaian needed the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn to recover his True Essence.At the same time...

Perhaps because his main body had not experienced high-intensity battles on Earth Star, or maybe because he had experienced the super cultivation of his avatar for too long, Chen Huaian discovered that the bottleneck which was almost insurmountable for normal cultivators seemed to not exist for him at all.

For a normal cultivator to break through from the peak of the Void Fusion Realm to the Great Ascension Stage required enlightenment of heaven and earth.

It required transcendent comprehension.

It required truly comprehending a single strand of Dao Rhythms.

This strand of Dao Rhythms could be of the Sword Dao, it could be of the Blade Dao, it could also be of the Calligraphy Dao, even cooking or fishing could be one... The Dao principles between heaven and earth are infinite and endless. Drawing a blade to cut water is a Dao, grinding an iron rod into a needle is a Dao, water droplets wearing through stone is also a Dao. The Dao is the principle of heaven and earth, it is Peak Mastery, it is the ultimate rule by which a world operates.

Looking back on everything he experienced in the Cangyun Realm.

Chen Huaian discovered that his own Sword Dao, he had already grasped it long ago.

The most difficult hurdle for all cultivators of the Void Fusion Realm, he had unknowingly passed long ago.

Forget about him having a Sword Heart and Sword Bone, forget about him having the Original Dao Physique. Even if he had none of these, it still wouldn't affect his breakthrough at this moment. The only thing he needed to do was to combine the Sword Dao he comprehended in the Cangyun Realm with the rules of Earth Star, allowing him to utilize the heavenly and earthly rules of Earth Star.

For Chen Huaian.

This only required the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn.

Muscle Tyrant took a deep look at Chen Huaian and did not reply.

What it should do now was to sever its identity from Chen Huaian.

The myriad gods and buddhas were its enemies, but they shouldn't be Chen Huaian's enemies for now.

Chen Huaian was the inheritor of the Ancestral Dragon, bearing the mission to overturn the heavens.

Therefore, Chen Huaian must remain hidden, must secretly accumulate strength.

But...

A mere Wu E, if he deserves to be killed, then kill him!

"Human cultivator, don't think that just because you helped this king rebuild my fleshly body, you can order me around as you please!"

Muscle Tyrant let out a sinister, cackling laugh: "This king will deal with this wretched beast first. If you know what's good for you afterward, why not become a page boy under this king's command!"

As the words fell, Muscle Tyrant's fighting style became increasingly frenzied. It completely disregarded any damage Wu E inflicted on it, entirely adopting a strategy of wounding the enemy one thousand while damaging itself eight hundred.

"Chen Huaian!" Wu E knew things would go wrong if this continued. While resisting Taotie's entanglement, he urgently said: "You heard it too! Taotie is an ancient Fierce Beast, it would never submit to anyone. Even if you saved its life, so what?

That was only the life of a physical shell!

The true Taotie still won't regard you with any respect!

But we Demon Immortals are different. Since we can cultivate to become immortals, it already shows that our orthodoxies are pure, that we are great bearers of Virtue recognized by this world!

You should join me now to suppress Taotie!

This would be accumulating Virtue for your future ascension to immortality!"

Chen Huaian knew Muscle Tyrant wasn't forgetting its roots, but was forced to sever its identity for the greater plan.

He also did not reply.

Having been master and servant once, they each had their own understanding.

Muscle Tyrant was already buying time. He only needed to focus entirely on breaking through.

A moment of opportunity quietly approached.

Heaven and earth fell into stillness.

The Sword Qi at Chen Huaian's fingertip suddenly condensed without being released. The golden light swirling around his body gradually turned pale cyan. Like the misty rain of Jiangnan in March, it twined around the circulating Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth.

The True Essence within his dantian surged like a spring tide in a river. As it flowed through the meridians throughout his body, it actually stirred up fragments of poetic rhythm—not a sound entering the ears, but an intent flowing between the Dao Rhythms. It was as if someone was softly chanting "There will be a time when the long wind breaks through the waves" among the clouds, or like the untrammeled wildness of "I entrust my sorrowful heart to the bright moon," quietly seeping into his Sword Dao.

Although his eyes were closed, he could see the tremors of his Sword Bone and Sword Heart within his body.

The "Dao Rhythms" that ordinary cultivators needed to arduously comprehend, for him, felt like reuniting with an old friend.

It was the "Heaven and Earth at My Mercy" he comprehended before the Sword Tomb of the Sword Pavilion that year, using Sword Qi to flick away the sky-full of flying snow. It was the "What Can You Do to Me" he briefly tasted when his avatar shattered the pressure of a Great Ascension Stage demon sage. It was even the soul hidden for a thousand years within the "Green Lotus Sword Manual"—the unfettered freedom when the Poetry Immortal put brush to paper, the openness of drunkenly lying on Chang'an Street, the carefree ease of wandering the world with a sword.

"So that's how it is..." Chen Huaian's mind sank into the sword realm, his fleshly body seeming to become a phantom.

He sensed the heavenly and earthly rules of Earth Star gathering around him.

Carrying the saltiness of the sea, the lightness of the wind, yet they were no longer an external force needing to be "fused" with. Instead, it was like flowing water encountering a boat, naturally wanting to carry him to a farther place.

That wisp of Sword Qi at his fingertip suddenly dispersed, transforming into millions of cyan specks of light.

Some condensed into half-opened green lotuses, floating by his shoulder.

Some turned into fragmented Lunar Splendor, swirling around his wrist.

Others drifted into the distance with the sea breeze, actually kneading the un-dispersed hurricane over the North Sea into cotton-like light smoke—this Sword Intent no longer had the oppressive force from before, leaving only the two words "carefree."

What is carefree?

The carefree are not trapped by realms, not bound by rules.

Like a long wind passing through a bamboo forest, not asking about the bamboo joints; like a bright moon crossing a vast sea, not caring about the waves.

The entanglement between Muscle Tyrant and Wu E gradually stopped.

Even though Wu E was a Demon Immortal, he unconsciously immersed himself in the Dao Rhythms emanating from Chen Huaian's surroundings.

Muscle Tyrant's eyes were filled with shock. It clearly felt that within that Sword Intent, there wasn't a trace of ferocious aura, yet it inspired more awe in it than any display of might—that was true "Great Freedom," the freedom from being enslaved by the Celestial God Clan that even ancient Fierce Beasts yearned for.

Leaping outside the Three Realms, not residing within the Five Elements.

"The Big Boss's Dao... is a bit terrifying..."

Muscle Tyrant narrowed its eyes.

Such a critical moment of enlightenment must not be disturbed.

It stared fixedly at Wu E, its entire body tense.

If Wu E made any move at all, it would face its storm-like pounce and kill.

Right at this moment.

*Pop—!*

The True Essence within Chen Huaian's dantian suddenly exploded.

The impact wasn't violent, but spread out like ripples.

Each ripple was wrapped in the intent of a line of poetry, spreading across heaven and earth like ink wash.

The arrogance of "Heaven has endowed me with talents that must be put to use."

The openness of "I must ascend the mountain's crest."

The free and easy detachment of "The light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains"...

These intents intertwined with the Sword Dao, transforming into a pillar of ink-black light that shot up from the top of Chen Huaian's head. When it pierced through the clouds, it actually drew rolling purple qi from the horizon.

The True Essence that was originally surging wildly toward the Immortal Realm from all nine fully opened Wells of Heaven now actually reversed direction. As if pulled by the Sword Qi, like the Silver River pouring down upside down, it converged into the crown of Chen Huaian's head.

The Spiritual Energy storm centered on Chen Huaian lasted for a full stick of incense's worth of time.

"Supreme Carefree..." Chen Huaian finally opened his eyes.

Green lotuses were reflected in his pupils. When he raised his finger again, there was no earth-shattering Sword Qi. With just a gentle flick, a wisp of cyan light drifted toward the sea surface before Wu E.

Where that cyan light fell, the sea surface actually bloomed with a semi-transparent green lotus.

Flowing on the petals was the "Carefree Dao Rhythms" that could even dissolve the rules of heaven and earth.

The golden light around his body completely dissipated, replaced by a composure of "hiding sharpness within nothingness"—the cultivation of the Great Ascension Stage was no longer a power that needed to be deliberately displayed, but a control as natural as breathing, the perfect integration of "I am the Sword Dao, the Sword Dao is me."

The sea breeze blew past, Chen Huaian's sleeves fluttered lightly, as if he was about to ride the wind and rise, yet he landed steadily on the sea surface, the tips of his feet touching the waves as if stepping on flat ground.

"The time for one stick of incense has arrived!"

"Now, it's time for you to die!"

As the words fell, the clear sky suddenly darkened.

With the killing intent stirred by Chen Huaian, this entire region of heaven and earth turned gloomy.