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

Chapter 856.24: One Sword Slays an Immortal

After a long while, Chen Huaian left the cliff in a dazed state, returning to the white jade steps.His right hand had a cut, the blood beads not yet dry.

At the same time, he now held a faintly glowing jade slip and an axe that looked utterly ordinary.

Within the jade slip was a sword technique, a technique with only a single form.

The axe was named [Sky-Cleaving], its blade rusted, unable to even split ordinary wood.

Although the sword technique had only one sword move, it was called the Immortal-Slaying Sword-Drawing Art, designed for mortals to slay immortals.

Mortals are like ants, immortals and gods are like the heavens.

This one sword move was meant to teach the ants on the ground how to slay the immortals in the sky.

Although the axe couldn't split wood, it could cleave through the barrier separating the Upper Realm and the Lower Realm, allowing mortals to face immortals and gods directly.

It did not slash flesh, it only slashed cages.

As long as one held it, this chasm that had stood insurmountable for millennia between mortals and immortals would be like thin paper, torn apart in an instant.

"BOOM—!!!"

Before his thoughts could settle, the churning sea of clouds behind him suddenly collapsed.

Vast and mighty Heaven's Might instantly filled the entire world.

The once violent and chaotic sea of thunder now seemed like solidified amber, utterly dead and silent.

Chen Huaian lowered his gaze, looking down the white jade steps.

The nine arrogant and domineering Earth Vein Yellow Dragons had now turned into shattered jade scattered across the ground.

Only the head of the largest among them was being viciously stomped into the mud by a foot, emitting a dying wail.

The owner of that foot was Bi Yue Wu.

Or rather, it was the true Bi Yue Wu.

No longer that blind, one-armed, cornered and bedraggled True Spirit.

Standing before Chen Huaian now was a three-zhang tall Immortal General, his entire body burning with the divine light of the Immortal Dao.

He had truly descended.

Despite the cost of burning ten thousand years of his cultivation foundation, despite the corrosion of his Divine Soul by the Lower Realm's Spiritual Energy, he had still torn through the boundary wall and descended in his True Form.

Just to vent his anger.

Just to kill one person.

"Mortals."

Bi Yue Wu's voice was no longer hoarse, but resonated like a great bell, shaking the entire floating peak.

His pair of reformed golden eyes held none of the previous venom, only the aloof indifference and lofty superiority of one who sees through everything.

"This Venerable One must admit, you have some tricks. To actually manipulate Earth Vein Dragon Qi and force This Venerable One's True Form to descend, in the ten thousand years of this Lower Realm, you are the first."

Bi Yue Wu slowly raised his hand, the arm that had been melted by the earth fire now perfectly intact, his fingertips dancing with pure immortal power sufficient to destroy a whole region.

"Hand over what you obtained from up there, and also those seven torn scriptures from before."

"This Venerable One can leave your corpse intact, even permit you entry into the cycle of reincarnation."

The pressure came like a mountain, overwhelming and all-encompassing.

Before this genuine immortal might, Chen Huaian was as insignificant as a speck of dust in the wind.

But he smiled.

Smiled with the lightness of clouds and breeze, smiled with utter recklessness.

He lightly tossed the seemingly fragile jade slip in his hand, then glanced at the rust-covered axe.

"Want them?"

Chen Huaian flicked his wrist, the Black Scales Sword leaving its sheath by half an inch, emitting a clear and melodious dragon's roar.

"Come and get them yourself."

"Seeking death!" Bi Yue Wu's gaze turned icy cold.

When an immortal is angered, heaven and earth change color.

Without any fancy incantations, he simply and straightforwardly slapped down with his palm.

This palm sealed off space, severed causality.

In Bi Yue Wu's eyes, with the fall of this palm, the ant before him would turn to dust along with these ten thousand steps.

However.

Just as that sky-covering giant palm was about to descend.

"Crack."

A crisp sound.

Not the sound of shattering bone.

But the sound of Chen Huaian using two fingers to forcefully crush the jade slip in his hand.

Hum—

Time, stagnated.

The churning thunderclouds froze mid-air, the descending giant palm hung suspended overhead, even the cruel sneer about to bloom on Bi Yue Wu's face solidified.

The entire world lost its color, leaving only black and white.

In this absolute stillness, Chen Huaian's Divine Soul was violently yanked by a mighty force into a sliver of nothingness.

…

It was a chaos without heaven or earth.

Chen Huaian stood there, surrounded by endless darkness.

In the darkness, a lamp lit up.

Beneath the lamp stood a blind old man, stroking a broken zither.

"What is Immortal-Slaying?" the old man asked.

"Killing those who deserve to be killed," Chen Huaian answered.

The old man smiled, the zither strings snapped, transforming into a sound wave that merged into Chen Huaian's Sword Intent: "Disorder their heart, then immortals can be slain."

The lamp extinguished, another lit up.

This time it was a kneeling monkey, its six ears shattered, an iron rod pointing to the sky in its hand.

"What is Sword-Drawing?" the monkey asked.

"To cry out against injustice," Chen Huaian answered.

The monkey also smiled, the iron rod transformed into a strand of hair that merged into Chen Huaian's brow: "Only by leaping out of causality can one draw the sword."

The lamp extinguished, another lit up.

A general clad in broken armor, holding a snapped spear, blood flowing from his eyes, glaring furiously into the void.

"If gods cannot be seen, how does one wield the spear?" the general asked.

"Close your eyes, slash with your heart," Chen Huaian answered.

The general laughed heartily, the snapped spear in his hand shattered, transforming into a golden light that pierced Chen Huaian's eyes: "All that the eyes see is illusion, where the heart points is the edge!"

Lamps lit up one after another.

There were a husband and wife who threw themselves into a furnace, a scholar who bit his brush to break it, an emperor who turned his back on the common people…

Finally, there was a figure in white, whiter than snow, seen from behind.

That person did not turn around, leaving only a sword scar that spanned across the ages.

"This sword move is named—Immortal-Slaying."

"Watch closely."

That person drew his sword.

There was no earth-shattering spectacle, only the ultimate speed, the ultimate simplicity.

So fast even time couldn't catch up, so simple even the Great Dao couldn't evade it.

"Can mortals also slay immortals?" Chen Huaian asked with a smile.

"What about gods? What about immortals?" that person sheathed his sword, "If there are no gods in the heart, then there are no gods beneath the sword."

Boom!

Countless figures, countless wills, converged at this moment into a surging river, madly pouring into Chen Huaian's Sea of Consciousness.

That was not a sword move.

That was the backbone—of the ancestors who resisted the Celestial God Clan, who through countless cycles of reincarnation, still refused to kneel to heaven, refused to beg gods!

…

The real world.

Only an instant had passed.

Bi Yue Wu's giant palm was already three inches above his head, the terrifying wind pressure had even cracked the white jade steps beneath Chen Huaian's feet.

"Die!"

Bi Yue Wu's eyes were filled with cruel delight.

But at that very moment.

He saw Chen Huaian's eyes.

They no longer seemed like the eyes of a mortal.

In those deep, abyss-like pupils, Bi Yue Wu saw the general fighting to the death, the blind zither master, the weeping blood monkey, the husband and wife who threw themselves into the furnace, the emperor who burned the heavens…

Countless pairs of eyes, traversing the cycles of reincarnation, crossing the long river of time and space, overlapped with Chen Huaian at this moment.

They were all coldly staring at him.

Chen Huaian moved.

He did not retreat, instead taking half a step forward.

His left thumb lightly pushed the sword guard, his right hand loosely gripped the hilt.

That motion was slow, as slow as an old farmer swinging a hoe; that motion was also fast, as fast as a meteor chasing the moon.

—Immortal-Slaying·Sword-Drawing Art.

Clang!

A light suddenly blazed between heaven and earth.

This light was not blinding, even somewhat gentle.

It wasn't as violent as thunder, nor as scorching as the blazing sun.

It was like the first wisp of morning breeze, gently brushing past Bi Yue Wu's palm, brushing past his protective immortal light, brushing past his indestructible golden body.

The breeze passed.

The sword returned to its sheath.

Chen Huaian stood in place, his clothes flapping, his hair flying.

And behind him.

Bi Yue Wu remained frozen in mid-air, maintaining his slapping posture.

Those lofty, superior golden eyes were now filled with a childlike confusion and incomprehension.

"This… what kind of sword is this?"

Bi Yue Wu struggled to move his Adam's apple, his voice soft as if asking himself.

"The sword of a mortal."

Chen Huaian did not turn his head, only lightly patted the dust off his sleeves.

Pfft—!

A blood line as fine as a wandering thread suddenly appeared from between Bi Yue Wu's brows, extending downward, past the bridge of his nose, past his throat, past that indestructible golden armor, all the way down to his crotch.

Immediately after.

That three-zhang tall, arrogant and domineering True Immortal golden body was like a piece of tofu casually sliced by someone.

It slid apart neatly into two halves.

Splash.

Golden immortal blood poured down like a torrential rain, soaking these ten thousand white jade steps.

One sword.

Slay the Immortal.

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