Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 164: Divine Thunder’s Wrath
Chapter 164: Divine Thunder’s Wrath
On the frozen river, every step Chen Huai’an took felt like walking a tightrope.
With 1,000 layers of fortune loss, even moving forward felt like he might slip and never stand again.
【Disciple, let me test you. What is the grade and power of the Thunder Talisman of the Violet Sky?】
Li Qingran recalled the books she had read in the Scripture Pavilion and answered, “The Thunder Talisman of the Violet Sky is a divine talisman crafted by Grand Cultivators during thunderstorms, condensing the lightning of the Nine Heavens. Even at its weakest, it is of the High-Grade level and is often used by Nascent Soul Stage cultivators in battle. When activated, it transforms the user into divine lightning, unbreakable by anything. If an opponent is caught off guard, even a Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator could suffer serious injuries.”
【Then compared to the Nine-Yang Purple Thunder Talisman, which is stronger?】
“The Nine-Yang Purple Thunder Talisman is a talisman refined by lightning-attribute cultivators using their own innate thunder power. It’s also designed for battling Nascent Soul cultivators and can summon divine lightning from the Nine Heavens. But if I had to compare…”
Li Qingran tapped her lips, tilting her head in thought.
“I still think the Thunder Talisman of the Violet Sky is superior. Nine Heavens Divine Lightning is the purest Yang, a force derived from the Dao of Heaven itself. The difficulty of refining such a talisman is far greater.”
【If I gave you one, would you dare to use it?】
Li Qingran shrank back, shaking her head like a rattle drum.
“Master, you must be joking! I’m only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. How could I possibly control a divine talisman like that? Even the residual power of the lightning would be enough to fry me to ashes!”
After speaking with Li Qingran, Chen Huai’an had his answer.
The Thunder Talisman of the Violet Sky might not be able to kill a prepared Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
But the Corpse King was a creature of evil and corruption.
Pure Yang lightning would naturally counter him.
That meant…
The power multiplier should be at least three times!
…
Behind the Corpse King, from a pile of rotting flesh, a mangled mouth moved.
“…Huai’an… kid?”
Chen Huai’an stood among the corpses littering the Jin River, his gaze locking onto the Corpse King, Di Jiang.
The killing intent in his eyes cut like an icy blade.
"Uncle, I, Chen Huai’an, owe you my life…"
"A debt of revenge can wait, but a debt of gratitude must be repaid immediately!"
"Condense—!"
With a single shout, the Nine Heavens rumbled.
Dark thunderclouds surged together, devouring the sky.
The remaining half of the talisman instantly burned to ashes.
Chen Huai’an’s hair turned silver-white—not from aging, but from the liquid lightning coursing through his strands like molten silver.
Some unseen force lifted his body into the air.
The talisman’s energy surged into his right hand—carbonizing it as bolts of lightning coiled like dragons through his meridians.
His body had become the vessel for divine lightning!
"N-Ninefold… Heavenly Tribulation?!"
The Corpse King’s eyes widened in horror.
Staring at the lightning-clad figure above, disbelief filled his face.
"Who… who the hell are you?! A reincarnation of the Thunder Division? No… that’s impossible! The timing isn’t right! Right now, I should be the strongest! The old ones guaranteed it…!"
"Quit your yapping!"
Chen Huai’an snorted coldly and slammed the thunder talisman against his own forehead.
His fingers formed a sword seal, and he pointed to the sky.
His lightning-filled eyes radiated divine might.
Blood veins burst at the corners of his eyes, evaporating into mist of pure electricity before a single drop could hit the ground.
"Violet Sky, Punish Evil…"
Lightning poured from his mouth as he spoke—
"—Ten Thousand Thunder… REFINE THE WICKED!"
BOOOOOOM—!
From above, the sky split open.
Countless pillars of violet lightning descended in an instant.
The frozen river shattered into floating ice shards, lifted into the air by the sheer electromagnetic force.
Electric arcs snaked between them, forming a web of divine judgment.
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The Corpse King’s golden crown disintegrated, revealing a scalp covered in thousands of sealed demon nails.
"Block it… BLOCK IT!"
With a roar, he formed a seal with both hands.
A massive imperial avatar manifested behind him—adorned in dragon robes, exuding a sea of corpse energy.
Its blue-skinned, fanged face glowed with hellfire, and countless undead soldiers appeared at its feet, standing as his final defense.
And yet…
Under the descending divine thunder…
They shattered.
"I… I REFUSE!"
The Corpse King screamed toward the heavens, his voice shattering glass for a hundred miles.
Cracks spread across his face.
His bronze fingernails peeled away, revealing charred bones beneath.
His body was crumbling.
"You lying bastards…! I won’t forgive you!"
"I was chosen by the Heavens!"
"I have endured TWELVE Heavenly Tribulations!"
Above, Chen Huai’an’s entire body had turned to blackened charcoal—
Only his lightning-filled eyes remained bright.
"Heavenly Tribulation couldn’t kill you?"
"Then I… WILL!"
The final bolt of violet lightning fell—
A pillar of thunder, as vast as the sky itself.
BOOOOOOOOOOOM—!
…
When the clouds cleared,
The Corpse King, Di Jiang, was gone.
Only a handful of ashes and melted gold remained.
Chen Huai’an’s burned body plummeted from the sky.
He saw nothing.
He heard nothing.
He thought nothing.
When a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator used a Thunder Talisman of the Violet Sky, they briefly became divine lightning itself, wielding a fragment of the Dao’s will.
But in doing so…
They were also refined by that very power.
For a mere Qi Refinement cultivator to endure such heavenly judgment…
The price was simple.
Total obliteration.
…
Kunlun Mountain.
The sealed doors of the Immortal Palace suddenly opened.
Celestial music played, and rainbows gathered at the peak.
The Demon Slayers and awakened clan heirs who were studying the Kunlun Stone Tablet gazed at the phenomenon, dumbstruck.
A majestic female voice echoed from the heavens:
【This world has suffered under demons and evil spirits for too long. Today, I open the Heavenly Gate to accept disciples.】
【To enter the Kunlun Immortal Palace, one must climb the Ten-Thousand-Step Staircase.】
【Reach 1,000 steps—become an Outer Sect Disciple.】
【Reach 3,000 steps—become an Inner Sect Disciple.】
【Reach 5,000 steps—become a True Inheritor.】
【Reach 8,000 steps—inherit the sect’s legacy.】
【Surpass 10,000 steps—become the next Palace Lord.】
As the voice faded,
The barrier sealing the upper 9,000 steps disappeared.
…
Great Thunderclap Monastery.
Golden clouds filled the sky.
A True Buddha manifested.
The Bodhi Tree transformed into a Vajra Guardian, and golden blood dripped from the temple’s glazed tiles.
【All beings suffer. The Buddhist Land has no doors.】
From the ground, 3,000 golden lotuses bloomed.
【Only those who save themselves… may see me.】
As the Buddha’s final words echoed,
His form dissolved into a crimson sunset.
Across the monastery grounds,
Every person—believer or not—suddenly grew a Buddhist scar on their forehead.
…
And inside a nutrient pod in the containment facility—
Chen Huai’an’s charred remains lay motionless.
Completely unaware…
That the world was changing.
…
