Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?
Author: 宇宙无敌暴龙烧鹅
Chapter 413: Where Is This Venerable Oneâs Nine Heavens Stariron?!
Chapter 413: Where Is This Venerable Oneâs Nine Heavens Stariron?!
Yin and Yang Reversal.
Polar Shift.
In that instant, half of Chen Huaianâs true essence was drained.
And that was half of a Void Fusion Ninth Stage Great Perfection cultivatorâs true essenceâjust a hair away from Great Ascension!
It was clear: this formation, even if passed on, was absolutely not something just anyone could use.
Its demand for spiritual energy was sky-high. A Void Fusion cultivator with less solid foundations wouldâve been drained into a husk on the spot.
The black-and-white Two Yi Great Formation beneath Chen Huaianâs feet suddenly shifted.
The Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus, once within the extreme Yin area, was now moved to extreme Yang.
Meanwhile, the previously void-rooted base of the Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus finally manifested clearlyâ
Its roots now visible, like ancient trees entwining deeply into the seabed.
Where it had been planted previously was anyoneâs guess, but the moment it became real, the spiritual energy for hundreds of li around was drawn in like a spiritual vortex, all rushing to this point. Even Chen Huaianâs and the surrounding cultivatorsâ true essence began to be pulled.
In that case, he would unleash his strongest move to cut through the Golden Lotus.
He took the Black Scales Sword from his waist.
But this sword was no longer what it used to be.
Now a high-grade Spiritual Treasure, the black dragon scales on its sheath rippled with sword intent, like the scales of a living dragon shifting with each breath.
Chen Huaian drew the swordâ
But what emerged wasnât a blade, but a sword aura.
That aura solidified into the form of a sword, slicing the surrounding space into twisting mist, like thunder cracking inside dense clouds.
Behind him, an old phantom formedâalso wielding the Black Scales Sword.
The disciples of Zhenwu Holy Land watching nearby welled up with emotion.
That was Zhang Yibai.
Though he now lived as a Sword Spirit, at this moment, his soul felt almost corporealâsuspended in mid-air, alive once more.
His pale hair and beard danced behind him, and those sharp eyes gleamed with sword light.
It felt as if the once-mighty Sword Sovereign, hailed as the Cangyun Realmâs greatest sword cultivator, had returned.
As he spoke, a miniature world projection appeared behind Chen Huaian.
It then collapsed inward rapidly, like ink splashing wildly then convergingâall flowing into the Black Scales Sword.
Zhang Yibai laughed heartily:
Despite his modest words, Zhang Yibaiâs smugness was hard to miss.
It wasnât arrogance, but the confidence of one who truly understood the Way of the Sword.
Chen Huaian raised his sword.
His movements were slow, even trembling slightly, as if straining to lift an entire world.
Whether it be Earth Star, the Cangyun Realm, or the miniature worlds of Void Fusion cultivatorsâ
All of them were born of the Dao.
The Dao gives birth to all things, and thus the world.
And the Sword of Daoâs Birth wasnât merely the first sword from the Dao,
but a sword forged from the concept of âOneâ itself.
This âOneâ was Two. Was Three. Was all creation. Was the world!
This sword carried the might of the world itself.
As Sword Spirit, Zhang Yibaiâs role was to amplify Chen Huaianâs sword techniques.
And now, witnessing this technique firsthand, he could feel itâthe same movements, the same piercing sword intent, the same lift of that one Qiâ¦
Zhang Yibaiâs eyes widened, his voice trembled:
â¦
Jade Pool Holy Land.
Watching Monk Burning Karma leave in haste, Real Person Yuyaoâs face darkened.
Anyone else here, she could stop.
But Monk Burning Karma? She couldnât.
She technically held a slight advantage in cultivation realm,
But he was deeply versed in Buddhist martial arts, aggressive and lethal in his style.
More importantly, though her realm had risen rapidly, her foundation was unstable.
While absorbing the cultivation of the Jade Pool elders, she had also taken in their chaotic true essence and resentful energies.
One of the few solutionsâ
was the Human Sovereign Banner.
Refining these souls would help her integrate the mixed energies and stabilize her foundation.
Without the Banner, she would need years of careful cultivationâbut she no longer had that kind of time.
The techniques passed down by the immortals were burn-the-boat strategies.
They were insanely effectiveâ
and just as ruinous to karma and lifespan.
She once had at least a thousand years to live.
Now? She might have three to five years left at best.
If she didnât ascend within three years, death and Dao collapse awaited.
She glanced at the still-empty seat of the Artifact Sect.
Could he be backing out? Or had something happened to him en route?
With that thought, Real Person Yuyao opened her storage ring to check inventory.
What she saw stopped her cold.
The Nine Heavens Stariron sheâd prepared for refining the Human Sovereign Bannerâwas GONE!
She had just looked at it last night.
And the only thing in that storage ring was the Stariron.
Gone.
Completely gone.
Even the most composed person has limits.
Real Person Yuyao couldnât help but scream.
She lifted her head and scanned the crowd with savage eyes, her gaze sweeping across each face:
The crowd looked around in confusion.
Real Person Yuyao was burning with fury. She didnât care what they said.
She stood up and casually tossed out a Spiritual Treasure that instantly formed a Trapping Formation.
She had planned to refine these cultivators anyway.
Now she didnât even need an excuse.
Two birds, one stone.
â¦
â¦
Yin and Yang Reversal.
Polar Shift.
In that instant, half of Chen Huaianâs true essence was drained.
And that was half of a Void Fusion Ninth Stage Great Perfection cultivatorâs true essenceâjust a hair away from Great Ascension!
It was clear: this formation, even if passed on, was absolutely not something just anyone could use.
Its demand for spiritual energy was sky-high. A Void Fusion cultivator with less solid foundations wouldâve been drained into a husk on the spot.
The black-and-white Two Yi Great Formation beneath Chen Huaianâs feet suddenly shifted.
The Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus, once within the extreme Yin area, was now moved to extreme Yang.
Meanwhile, the previously void-rooted base of the Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus finally manifested clearlyâ
Its roots now visible, like ancient trees entwining deeply into the seabed.
Where it had been planted previously was anyoneâs guess, but the moment it became real, the spiritual energy for hundreds of li around was drawn in like a spiritual vortex, all rushing to this point. Even Chen Huaianâs and the surrounding cultivatorsâ true essence began to be pulled.
In that case, he would unleash his strongest move to cut through the Golden Lotus.
He took the Black Scales Sword from his waist.
But this sword was no longer what it used to be.
Now a high-grade Spiritual Treasure, the black dragon scales on its sheath rippled with sword intent, like the scales of a living dragon shifting with each breath.
Chen Huaian drew the swordâ
But what emerged wasnât a blade, but a sword aura.
That aura solidified into the form of a sword, slicing the surrounding space into twisting mist, like thunder cracking inside dense clouds.
Behind him, an old phantom formedâalso wielding the Black Scales Sword.
The disciples of Zhenwu Holy Land watching nearby welled up with emotion.
That was Zhang Yibai.
Though he now lived as a Sword Spirit, at this moment, his soul felt almost corporealâsuspended in mid-air, alive once more.
His pale hair and beard danced behind him, and those sharp eyes gleamed with sword light.
It felt as if the once-mighty Sword Sovereign, hailed as the Cangyun Realmâs greatest sword cultivator, had returned.
As he spoke, a miniature world projection appeared behind Chen Huaian.
It then collapsed inward rapidly, like ink splashing wildly then convergingâall flowing into the Black Scales Sword.
Zhang Yibai laughed heartily:
Despite his modest words, Zhang Yibaiâs smugness was hard to miss.
It wasnât arrogance, but the confidence of one who truly understood the Way of the Sword.
Chen Huaian raised his sword.
His movements were slow, even trembling slightly, as if straining to lift an entire world.
Whether it be Earth Star, the Cangyun Realm, or the miniature worlds of Void Fusion cultivatorsâ
All of them were born of the Dao.
The Dao gives birth to all things, and thus the world.
And the Sword of Daoâs Birth wasnât merely the first sword from the Dao,
but a sword forged from the concept of âOneâ itself.
This âOneâ was Two. Was Three. Was all creation. Was the world!
This sword carried the might of the world itself.
As Sword Spirit, Zhang Yibaiâs role was to amplify Chen Huaianâs sword techniques.
And now, witnessing this technique firsthand, he could feel itâthe same movements, the same piercing sword intent, the same lift of that one Qiâ¦
Zhang Yibaiâs eyes widened, his voice trembled:
â¦
Jade Pool Holy Land.
Watching Monk Burning Karma leave in haste, Real Person Yuyaoâs face darkened.
Anyone else here, she could stop.
But Monk Burning Karma? She couldnât.
She technically held a slight advantage in cultivation realm,
But he was deeply versed in Buddhist martial arts, aggressive and lethal in his style.
More importantly, though her realm had risen rapidly, her foundation was unstable.
While absorbing the cultivation of the Jade Pool elders, she had also taken in their chaotic true essence and resentful energies.
One of the few solutionsâ
was the Human Sovereign Banner.
Refining these souls would help her integrate the mixed energies and stabilize her foundation.
Without the Banner, she would need years of careful cultivationâbut she no longer had that kind of time.
The techniques passed down by the immortals were burn-the-boat strategies.
They were insanely effectiveâ
and just as ruinous to karma and lifespan.
She once had at least a thousand years to live.
Now? She might have three to five years left at best.
If she didnât ascend within three years, death and Dao collapse awaited.
She glanced at the still-empty seat of the Artifact Sect.
Could he be backing out? Or had something happened to him en route?
With that thought, Real Person Yuyao opened her storage ring to check inventory.
What she saw stopped her cold.
The Nine Heavens Stariron sheâd prepared for refining the Human Sovereign Bannerâwas GONE!
She had just looked at it last night.
And the only thing in that storage ring was the Stariron.
Gone.
Completely gone.
Even the most composed person has limits.
Real Person Yuyao couldnât help but scream.
She lifted her head and scanned the crowd with savage eyes, her gaze sweeping across each face:
The crowd looked around in confusion.
Real Person Yuyao was burning with fury. She didnât care what they said.
She stood up and casually tossed out a Spiritual Treasure that instantly formed a Trapping Formation.
She had planned to refine these cultivators anyway.
Now she didnât even need an excuse.
Two birds, one stone.
â¦
â¦