Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? - Chapter 856.2: The Various Immortals of Lingxiao

Chapter 856.2: The Various Immortals of Lingxiao

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“Time is of the essence! Wait for This Venerable One to set up a formation, then you can directly use the Meridian Refining Technique on Taotie!”

As the words fell, a thousand flying swords flew out from Chen Huaian’s storage pouch, each occupying one of the eight directions, corresponding to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. As he pressed both hands downward, soaring Sword Qi erupted from the flying swords. The sky centered on the three of them gradually twisted, and the surrounding scenery became indistinct.

In an instant, the formation was complete.

Muscle Tyrant and Renshou watched, dumbstruck.

“Is this the formation-setting speed of a Great Ascension Stage Sword Cultivator?” Renshou was so impressed he felt like prostrating himself in admiration. “Truly terrifying!”

Muscle Tyrant: “I wouldn’t know… The Big Boss wasn’t this awesome before…

No, even peak Feathered Transformation Realm cultivators on Earth Star aren’t this awesome…”

“This formation can shield against the five senses and the probing of heavenly secrets. Once any Divine Sense approaches, any cultivator whose cultivation is inferior to This Venerable One’s will be instantly shattered. If their cultivation surpasses This Venerable One’s, This Venerable One can also use the great formation to contend with them for a time.”

Chen Huaian held a sword finger upright before his chest, his other hand gripping the Black Scales Sword behind his back.

His eyes were tightly shut, yet faint sword light still seemed to pierce through his eyelids. Though his lips didn’t move, a clear, cold voice still rang clearly in the minds of Muscle Tyrant and Renshou.

“Begin now. This Venerable One will protect you!”

“Yes, Ancestor!”

Having witnessed the might of a Great Ascension Stage cultivator, Renshou subconsciously changed his form of address.

“Senior Taotie, this is the Meridian Refining Pill. You need to swallow this pill. It contains the Destiny Energy and Demonic Souls of countless demonic beasts from the Cangyun Realm. You must be prepared to battle those Demonic Souls.”

Renshou had just taken out the Meridian Refining Pill and hadn’t even finished speaking.

In the next second, he was sucked into Muscle Tyrant’s mouth by a gust of fierce wind.

“What’s with all this blabbering? Just a bunch of demon souls. Could this king possibly fear them?” Muscle Tyrant sneered repeatedly, but his body froze in place the next moment, motionless like a stone statue, while a layer of bloody mist clouded his eyes.

Seeing this, Renshou knew the slaughter among the Demonic Souls had already begun.

He believed in the strength of Taotie, the Beast King of the Fierce Beasts. Devouring these tens of thousands of Demonic Souls and Destiny Energy would be nothing for him.

And now, what he had to do was help Muscle Tyrant lock down those Demonic Souls and Destiny Energy.

So, he picked up that wolf-hair brush, dipped it in the blood ink refined from the blood of ten thousand demons, and soared into the air. Raising the brush, he wielded it with sweeping strokes, inscribing scriptures onto Muscle Tyrant’s massive body.

This scripture originated from ancient times and was the core of the Meridian Refining Technique. Its name was the *Prajna Bodha Soul-Calming Scripture*, and what it calmed was precisely the Killing Intent and Demonic Souls within the Meridian Refining Pill.

Inscribing the scripture required total concentration, using True Essence as a guide. It was not an easy task.

The scripture characters appeared as bloody words upon being written, seemingly filled with surging and howling Demonic Souls. But before long, they transformed into dark golden characters floating on Muscle Tyrant’s body surface.

After just a few lines, Renshou already felt his True Essence being severely depleted, his face turning deathly pale.

At that moment, a palm pressed lightly against his back.

Then, terrifying True Essence surged in like a tidal wave, yet it didn’t harm a single meridian or vessel. Instead, it was all used for inscribing the scripture. This terrifying level of True Essence control made Renshou secretly gasp in awe, giving him a renewed understanding of Chen Huaian’s strength.

And with Chen Huaian’s assistance.

The speed of scripture inscription became faster and faster.

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Meanwhile.

Kunlun Immortal Palace.

Zhang Yibai and Gu Changsheng, holding the stick of incense given by Hua Jin the True One, headed straight for the Lingxiao Hall.

Normally, the Lingxiao Hall was off-limits. Even Hua Jin rarely entered.

If one absolutely had to enter, they had to bathe and change clothes, making it an especially solemn affair.

It was said that inside the Lingxiao Hall were the divine statues of the various immortals of Lingxiao.

Zhang Yibai wasn’t clear on the details.

He just kicked open the hall door and rushed inside with Gu Changsheng.

As the saying goes, if I don’t enter hell, who will?

If they didn’t clearly see what was inside, how could they tamper with the incense Hua Jin the True One had given them?

First, they had already figured out the composition of this incense—it was the fragments of premium Celestial Jade Marrow, probably a kind of offering.

And the so-called various immortals of Lingxiao were beings who required offerings to descend and do work.

*Creak—!*

As the heavy doors of the Lingxiao Hall opened.

A wave of decaying, frigid air rushed out, carrying a faint, elusive scent of blood, instantly enveloping the two of them.

The Lingxiao Hall was dark and lightless. Only a few night pearls embedded in the hall ceiling emitted a faint, dismal glow, stretching the shadows long.

Zhang Yibai’s footsteps suddenly halted. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, his heart pounding so wildly it felt like it would burst through his chest.

Those divine statues were over thirty feet tall, carved entirely from an unknown black stone, their surfaces coated with a layer of gold dust, yet still unable to conceal their ferocious and bizarre appearance.

One on the left had three eyes on its face, the vertical eye on its forehead closed, holding a three-pointed, double-edged blade. It was precisely the Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun from myth, who slayed demons and monsters. Yet now, the corner of the statue’s mouth was curled into a strange arc, and faint black blood seeped from the stone grain in its eye sockets.

The one in the center wore an emperor’s crown and a dragon robe, his face majestic and stern. It was unmistakably the Jade Emperor, the supreme ruler of the Three Realms. Yet his hands were tightly clutching a blood-stained chain, its end disappearing into the shadows, as if locking away some terrifying existence.

The one on the right held a golden-hooped staff, wearing a phoenix-winged purple gold crown. It was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, whom he had idolized since childhood!

But the statue’s golden-hooped staff was covered in notches. The monkey face held not a trace of its former arrogance, instead exuding a deathly numbness. Its eye sockets were sunken, as if its soul had been sucked out.

There was also Guanyin holding a pure vase, Li Jing holding a pagoda, the Eight Immortals riding cranes…

One after another, they were all mythical figures he was familiar with from Earth Star, the faith and legends in countless people’s hearts.

But now, these statues held not a shred of sacred solemnity. Instead, they exuded a sinister, eerie, and evil aura.

Wisps of Black Qi seeped from the cracks on the black stone surfaces, slowly swirling within the hall.

“H-How could this be…” Zhang Yibai’s voice trembled uncontrollably, his fingers clenching his fists so tightly his nails dug into his palms.

He never expected that the divine immortals he had worshipped since childhood had become like this…

Had they all become lackeys of the Celestial God Clan?

Just like that, enshrined in this gloomy Lingxiao Hall, receiving “nourishment” from Celestial Jade Marrow.

Gu Changsheng also furrowed his brows tightly, his eyes filled with gravity.

Hua Jin the True One said it contained the various immortals of Lingxiao.

But these statues didn’t have the slightest bit of the Immortal Qi of the Cangyun Realm’s immortals. They were downright sinister.

He had never seen a true immortal.

But he had at least witnessed Real Person Jade Compassion’s ascension. It was a completely different kind of aura.

He reached out and tugged on Zhang Yibai’s sleeve, saying cautiously, “Ancestor, be careful. These statues aren’t right. They seem to have problems.”

Zhang Yibai took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the shock and sorrow in his heart. His gaze swept across the hall. He saw that in front of the statues, on the offering table, sat a bronze incense burner. Inside the burner remained a few traces of incense ash, precisely the same material—Celestial Jade Marrow fragments—as the stick of incense Hua Jin the True One had given.

Only, those fragments had already turned black. It was unclear when they had been burned.

Furthermore, only the incense burners before one or two statues in the hall contained the ash left after offerings. The other burners were completely empty.

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