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

Chapter 928: A Long-Awaited Touch

…"Since you have passed the second trial, this is what you deserve."

Hades's withered finger gently tapped the void.

*Hum—*

The mass of flesh and soul left behind by the recently slain Abyssal Wretched Dragon, guided by the Scythe of Death, rapidly purified and compressed.

Killing Intent intertwined with flesh and blood, ultimately transforming into a million-year World Ring of gray and gold, slowly drifting down before Chen Huaian.

This World Ring contained not just the purified power from the two nine-hundred-thousand-year Wretched Dragons, but also a portion of the Death God's divinity.

Combined in this way, it formed a million-year God-granted World Ring.

Upon the ring, two faintly visible Wretched Dragons roared in agony, yet were firmly suppressed by the Death God's majesty and divinity, forced to become a pure source of power.

Producing this ring, Hades also wore an expression of pained reluctance.

Divine Trials generally consist of three rounds, though some deities with many matters might hold four or five rounds.

But typically, the God-granted World Ring from the second round is a million-year ring, requiring the deity to expend a portion of their own power to condense it.

This is also one of the methods the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings use to weaken the Divine System's power.

For a Divine System to grow stronger, it needs more deities.

And more deities require the Chief God to distribute more of their divinity.

Thus, while the Divine System becomes stronger, the Chief God's combat power never truly rises, making them even less likely to be a match for the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings.

Looking at this God-granted World Ring, Chen Huaian did not immediately reach out to take it, even showing a hint of disdain.

He raised his head to look at the gray, overcast sky above.

It was as if, through this layer of sky, he could see those two pairs of dragon eyes suspended high in the Divine Kingdom.

"Making such a grand display, giving such a generous gift right under the noses of those two old loaches…"

Chen Huaian looked at Hades with a half-smile. "Aren't you afraid the Golden Dragon King will directly descend with divine punishment and tear your old bones apart?"

"Rules." Hades's voice was calm, carrying a trace of mockery towards the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

"The Divine Trial is the supreme, unbreakable law of the Divine Realm. These rules were established by the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings.

As long as it is within the rules of the Divine Trial, even if I were to gift you a divine artifact, it would be a legally permissible 'reward'.

Unless that old thing descends here in his True Form to personally investigate,

Otherwise, across these hundreds of millions of miles of void, he can only sense that I am conducting the trial step by step, but cannot see through what I have actually done."

"Within the rules, huh…"

Chen Huaian nodded thoughtfully.

Since everyone was now tied to the same boat, this old ghost had no reason to trick him over such minor details.

"In that case, this Venerable One won't stand on ceremony."

Chen Huaian didn't put on airs either. He sat cross-legged, lightly guided with his fingertip, and that gray-gold million-year World Ring instantly transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the space between his eyebrows.

*Boom!*

Perhaps it was because Hades had suppressed the wills of the two Wretched Dragons.

Or perhaps the so-called Golden Dragon King's curse had already been suppressed by his Golden Immortal Primordial Spirit.

This fusion was smoother than any previous one.

The Immortal Power within Chen Huaian's Battle Soul body madly circulated.

His Battle Soul body, which originally appeared no different from a normal person's but upon closer inspection still held a trace of illusory intangibility, underwent a qualitative transformation at this moment.

The first ring, the second ring, the third ring… until this fourth World Ring settled into place.

Four rings gathered together.

Vast and mighty Soul Power surged through the meridians throughout his body like solidified mercury.

That feeling of solidity, of feet planted firmly on the earth and head reaching towards the heavens, had returned.

No longer a wandering soul drifting with the wind, no longer a spirit reliant on a host.

At this moment, every strand of his hair, every inch of his skin, radiated a warm, jade-like yet resilient luster.

Even the rise and fall of his chest with each breath carried a tangible weight.

He was still a Battle Soul.

But he was fundamentally different from the Battle Souls of this world.

Battle Souls have no physical body.

Yet he existed between a physical body and a soul body, and could still return to Li Qingran's Battle Soul space.

"Finally restored forty percent of my power…"

Chen Huaian slowly opened his eyes and clenched his fist.

*Crack!*

His knuckles produced a crisp sound.

This feeling of explosive power caused a satisfied arc to involuntarily curl at the corner of his mouth.

He subconsciously turned his head to the side.

What met his eyes was a pair of large eyes staring at him intently.

Li Qingran had, at some point, squatted down beside him, her two small hands propping up her chin.

Her exquisite little face was filled with anticipation and adoration, looking exactly like a little kitten waiting by its master's side for praise.

Seeing her Master look over, she gave a silly grin, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

Chen Huaian smiled gently.

He naturally knew what this little girl was thinking.

Before, he was a spirit body. Although he could manifest, touching him always felt separated by a layer of cold, icy Soul Power.

It was a boundary almost between life and death, a regret that had always lingered in his heart.

"Silly girl."

Chen Huaian sighed softly and slowly extended his hand.

That slender, well-defined palm passed through the cool air and gently landed on the young maiden's head.

It did not pass through. There was no feeling of intangible coldness. It landed solidly.

What transmitted from his palm was the softness of her hair, the slight warmth of her scalp, the touch of a vibrant, living being.

Li Qingran's body trembled slightly.

That large hand was warm and solid, carrying a reassuring weight as it gently tousled her hair.

That sensation of real touch sent a tingling feeling from the top of her head all the way down to her heart.

"Master…"

Li Qingran squinted her eyes happily, her head instinctively nuzzling into that palm, her throat emitting a soft, sweet, and sticky hum:

"Mmm~"

That sound was lazy, content, exactly like a kitten that had basked in the afternoon sun and was having its chin scratched by its master.

At this moment, Divine Trials, Abyssal Wretched Dragons, the threat of the Golden Dragon King…

All were tossed to the back of Li Qingran's mind.

She only wanted to feel her Master's long-awaited caress.

Hades, standing in the shadows to the side, silently watched this scene. The two clusters of deep-blue ghost fire beneath his hood couldn't help but dim slightly.

He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch something, but only saw a skeletal, withered, bone-exposed ghostly hand.

"Noreki…"

A sigh almost too faint to hear dissipated into the cold, gloomy air.

Once upon a time, in that Divine Realm not yet ruled by the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings, he too had possessed such warmth.

Back then, he was not the ghostly, sinister figure he was now.

He possessed a handsome countenance that made countless goddesses of the Divine Realm turn their heads, and even more, he possessed that which all deities envied—the Supreme Bone.

At that time, what Noreki loved most was to nestle in his embrace, gently stroking that warm Supreme Bone of his, listening to his strong heartbeat, whispering words of eternal love.

She said it was the safest harbor she had in this world.

But now…

Hades lowered his head, looking at his own empty form.

Divine bones stripped away, beloved wife tragically killed.

The former warmth had long since cooled. The former vows had turned into the poisonous fire of revenge.

All that remained was a withered skeleton, chewing on a million years of loneliness and hatred in this endless darkness.

Hate!

So much hate!

Chen Huaian and Li Qingran embraced, surrounded by pink bubbles.

Meanwhile, Hades was radiating resentment that shot towards the heavens, materializing into tangible black smoke that spread around him.

The resentment was simply too profound, to the point of affecting Chen Huaian and Li Qingran's intimate moment.

"Alright, stop having a breakdown." Chen Huaian sighed. "What's next? What are your plans?"

Hades snapped back to reality, the ghost fire in his pupils flickering. "Next… we go trick the Fire God!"

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