Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 712: Falling into the Trap

Chapter 712: Falling into the Trap

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"Senior Chen is screaming so miserably! The power of that heavenly tribulation must be terrifying!"

Blade Sect Master Fu Hongyu.

He considered himself a cold-hearted person, with almost nothing that could stir strong emotions in him.

But watching Chen Huaian endure the suffering of the heavenly tribulation brought tears to his eyes.

"Can we do anything to help Senior Chen?" Hearing Chen Huaian's agonized howl from within the tribulation, Fa Dahai's face grew even more anxious: "Amitabha, could this old monk use Buddhist teachings to help heal Senior Chen? Senior Chen looks to be in such pain..."

Fu Hongyu quickly shook his head: "No! Don't you see the senior's formation has no effect on the heavenly tribulation?

This heavenly lightning acts directly on the senior's body. If we interfere with Senior Chen's tribulation crossing, not only would we fail to help him, but we might also get targeted by the tribulation ourselves, even increasing the difficulty of his crossing..."

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and said with difficulty: "The only thing we can do now is wait! We can only hope the senior can withstand the heavenly tribulation!"

Wang Dagen hugged his head and wept bitterly: "We... we can't do anything! Wuwuwuwu!"

"We're not completely powerless." Old Ancestor Qingyun Rong Qingyun appeared behind the crowd unnoticed, gazing at the figure within the tribulation with admiration and deep affection in her eyes: "We can cheer for Senior Chen."

She clenched her fists: "Senior Chen, fenqi!"

Fu Hongyu imitated Qingyun Ancestor's example, "Fenqi, ancestor!"

As an honorary elder of Moon Shadow Sect who had now decided to join them fully, calling Chen Huaian "ancestor" was perfectly natural.

Amid the chorus of "fenqi" cheers.

Li Qingran didn't know why, but she felt somewhat awkward...

Probably because she had spent some time on Earth Star with her master.

She felt shouting "jiayou" sounded more natural.

But within the surrounding formation, layers upon layers of cultivators were all shouting "fenqi" at the cross-legged figure within the thunderclouds. So despite feeling awkward enough to curl her toes, Li Qingran could only join the crowd.

And also shouted "fenqi" along with them.

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In stark contrast to the tragic solemnity of the human camp, the Five Great Demon Saints listened to Chen Huaian's increasingly miserable screams from within the thunderclouds with pure comfort and delight.

"Hahaha! Listen to that! What passionate screaming!" Mountain-Moving Sage slapped his thigh, crimson eyes filled with satisfaction, "Seems this tribulation wasn't summoned in vain, he's really getting a taste of it!"

"Hehe, want to make a bet?" The black mist around Black Wind Sage churned excitedly, "I bet he can't survive eighteen strikes! Look at his miserable state, his bones are probably fried crispy! Jiejie!"

"Eighteen strikes? You're underestimating this Chen fellow too much." Manifestation Sage snorted two streams of white air from his massive nostrils, rumbling, "He's at least at the peak of first tribulation Great Ascension Stage, with sword intent unmatched across Cangyun Realm...

Not to boost his prestige, but this Chen's sword path attainment probably equals Zhang Yibai's. In my estimation... at most thirty-five strikes, he'll definitely become charcoal!"

Golden-Winged Roc smoothed its ruffled feathers, screeching: "Twenty-six! This king bets he falls at the twenty-sixth thunder strike! As for the wager... I'll offer one true golden roc feather!" Saying this, it painfully plucked one golden-glowing tail feather.

"Jiejie, you're all too optimistic."

Venomous Foe Sage chuckled sinisterly, his mung bean eyes flashing with cruelty, "The more miserably he screams, the more severely injured he is, just a spent force. I bet he... can't survive twenty strikes! I'll wager this bottle of 'Bone-Eroding Soul-Dissolving Needles'!"

It was a spiritual treasure refined from its molted tail stinger, extremely venomous.

Mountain-Moving Sage grinned widely, revealing pale fangs: "Good! Opening bets! I'll be the house!

I bet he falls halfway, at eighteen strikes!

Wagering one jar of 'Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Core Fire Marrow'!

From first to second tribulation, it should take thirty-six heavenly thunders total, we're not even halfway there?

With his ghost-howling wolf-crying display, if he survives past halfway, he's got tough fate!"

They laughed and joked freely, taking out their respective treasures as wagers, as if Chen Huaian's death was already certain.

Their greedy eyes fixed intently on the depths of the thunderclouds, each thunder strike accompanied by their excited low roars and expectant gazes, as if they might see that figure turn to ashes at any moment.

The human cultivators within the sword formation watched this scene with eyes nearly bursting with rage, hearts boiling with fury, yet they dared not voice their anger, could only suppress their hatred deep inside, praying even more desperately for Chen Huaian.

Time passed amid the thunder's roar and the Five Demon Saints' mockery.

Twenty strikes...

Twenty-five strikes...

Thirty strikes...

Chen Huaian's miserable screams remained "piercing."

With each lightning strike, his figure trembled violently, as if about to collapse at any moment.

However, what gradually made the Five Demon Saints uneasy was.

No matter how that figure swayed, how charred it became, it never actually fell.

Boom——!

The thirty-fourth terrifying golden thunderbolt fiercely struck down.

As the lightning dispersed, the figure at the pit's bottom had almost turned into a piece of charcoal.

His aura had weakened to the extreme, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The smile on Manifestation Sage's face looked somewhat forced as he chuckled dryly: "Heh... heh... Seems I win? I bet he dies at the final strike..."

Before he finished speaking, the thirty-fifth and thirty-sixth heavenly thunders actually merged into one, carrying the annihilating aura of finality, crashing down ferociously!

BOOM——!!!

Chen Huaian's charred figure was completely swallowed by the blinding lightning.

As the light faded, dead silence filled the pit bottom.

The charcoal-like body remained motionless, its aura... completely vanished.

Silence!

Deathly silence spread through the sword formation.

The light of the sword formation Chen Huaian had set up gradually dimmed.

The floating myriad swords flickered unsteadily like candles in the wind.

Chen Huaian's maintenance of the sword formation's power had ceased.

Now only the other cultivators struggled to sustain it.

But how could they maintain a Great Ascension Stage formation?

"Anc... Ancestor?!" Fu Hongyu's face instantly turned as pale as paper, staggering back a step, his sword clattering to the ground.

He stared fixedly at the lifeless charcoal, as if all strength had drained from his body.

"Amitabha..." The prayer beads in Fa Dahai's hands suddenly snapped, sandalwood beads scattering everywhere with a clatter. The old monk closed his eyes, two streams of murky tears silently falling.

"Senior... wuwuwu..." This time Wang Dagen was truly crying.

Chen Huaian hadn't survived the tribulation.

What difference was there from sentencing him to death?

Senior Chen's death was certainly heartbreaking.

But what saddened him more was that he and his sect were doomed...

"Master——!!!" Li Qingran let out a heart-wrenching cry of grief, tears pouring out like broken strings of pearls.

She felt as if a piece had been brutally carved from her heart, the pain making it hard to breathe.

Yet, amid this heart-rending grief, an extremely faint soul sense originating from their Dao Companion contract, like a straw grasped by a drowning person, made her heart suddenly leap—that feeling... something's wrong!

Although her master's aura was so faint it was nearly dissipated, it seemed... not completely severed?

This feeling of not being completely severed wasn't like someone on the brink of death.

But more like something deliberately suppressed, deliberately concealed.

Yet the deathly scene before her eyes and the despair and sorrow permeating the surroundings made her uncertain whether it was just her delusion.

Massive contradictions tore at her.

Tears blurred her vision.

She could only helplessly watch the charred deep pit.

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The Five Demon Saints stared blankly at the thunder pit.

After a brief deathly silence came earth-shaking wild laughter!

"Hahaha! Severely injured! Chen Huaian is severely injured!" Mountain-Moving Sage was the first to roar and leap up, his massive body wrapped in billowing demonic energy, crashing toward the tribulation pit like a meteor.

"Old thief Chen! You have today too!" Black Wind Sage transformed into a violent black wind tornado, shrieking as he pounced.

"Tear him apart! For stealing our demon race's spirit veins!"

Manifestation Sage roared, his giant axe dragging cold light.

"His primordial spirit belongs to me!" Venomous Foe Sage's eyes flashed with greedy green light.

"Take his life while he's down! Jiejiejie!" Golden-Winged Roc was fastest, transforming into a golden line tearing through the sky, its sharp claws aimed directly at the charcoal humanoid's head in the thunder pit.

The Five Demon Saints cast aside all restraint, carrying their long-accumulated fear and hatred, along with greed for dividing the spoils of victory, charging from five directions like five primordial fierce beasts breaking from their pens, boldly rushing into the sword formation's coverage area, straight toward the lifeless deep pit.

Li Qingran flew out from the sword formation, her pretty face filled with murderous aura.

Moon Shadow Sect elders and disciples followed closely behind, none showing fear.

"Protect the ancestor!!!" Fu Hongyu's eyes nearly burst, roaring hoarsely.

As an outsider, an honorary elder.

He was the first to rush out from the sword formation without regard for his own safety, charging toward the deep pit.

Fa Dahai, Wang Dagen, Rong Qingyun... and countless red-eyed cultivators followed behind the Moon Shadow Sect members like a bursting dam.

Even knowing they were like mantises trying to stop a chariot, they would use their flesh and blood to buy time for Chen Huaian.

At this critical moment.

Just as the Five Demon Saints entered the sword formation's range.

A light chuckle seemed to echo between heaven and earth.

Hum——!

The dormant sword formation, as if awakened by an invisible force, caused the myriad sword shadows covering the sky to simultaneously emit clear, resonant hums, sword energy turning dense and severe.

Immediately after, a gentle heavenly light descended from above.

Enveloping the charred figure in the deep pit.

Bathed in that light brimming with heaven and earth's energy, the deathly gray ash and carbonized crust covering the "charcoal" surface peeled off like spring snow melting, rustling as they fell away.

As the charring faded, it revealed undamaged skin beneath, even more crystalline like jade.

A vast, abyssal terrifying pressure, as if capable of splitting the entire sky, erupted abruptly with the deep pit as its center, instantly sweeping across the whole world.

Fierce winds rose abruptly, space congealed.

The Five Demon Saints charging toward the deep pit, as if crashing into an invisible bronze wall, had their forward momentum forcibly halted.

The wild laughter on their faces instantly froze, transforming into extreme shock and disbelief!

At this moment, only one thought remained in the Five Demon Saints' minds—They've been tricked!

Crack, crack——!

The carbon shell completely fell away.

Revealing Chen Huaian's cross-legged, completely unharmed body.

Facing the five demon saints pouncing toward him.

Chen Huaian's eyes slowly opened.

What kind of eyes were these?

Calm and unrippled, profound as the ancient starry sky.

Yet containing sharp sword intent sufficient to sever causality and pierce through void.

Wherever his gaze swept, the air itself seemed to be sliced apart.

Everything appeared to fade into black and white.

Between heaven and earth, only these sword-light-devouring pupils seemed to remain.

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Two chapters totaling 6000 words, burned out, can sleep now.