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

Chapter 958: I'll give some too!

...After dealing with the Third Prince, Poseidon's expression was calm.

It was as if he hadn't just casually slaughtered his own son, but merely squashed a bug.

The moment the Third Prince died.

A shrill, mournful howl suddenly erupted from the depths of the Endless Sea, filled with rage and sorrow.

However, Poseidon merely glanced back towards the depths of the Endless Sea, and the howl abruptly ceased, leaving only a whimper interwoven with fear and grief.

Poseidon paid it no mind. He turned and looked at Eve.

Those eyes, churning with deep-sea storms, now held a rare trace of helplessness.

"...Are you satisfied with this resolution?"

His voice was low, carrying a hint of cautious probing and a desire to please.

Eve crossed her arms, snorted coldly, and turned her face away.

Her pale golden hair gently fluttered in the sea breeze.

She simply refused to look at him.

Poseidon's hand, gripping the trident, loosened and then clenched again.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed it back with bitterness.

He shifted his gaze to Chen Huaian and Li Qingran.

This glance was completely different from the one before.

It held a bit more curiosity, and much more caution.

He lowered his eyes to look at his own palm—the gash cut open by the Sword Qi was slowly healing, but the speed of healing was far slower than he had anticipated.

Before meeting Chen Huaian, he had been half-convinced, half-doubting of what Hades had said.

But now—

He clenched his fist, the sharp pain in his palm clearly reminding him that the Sword Qi from earlier was merely a casual, effortless strike from this silver-haired man.

What if he went all out?

Poseidon took a deep breath.

In front of Eve and Hades.

He bent at the waist and bowed deeply to Chen Huaian.

"It was my failure to properly restrain the Divine Trial and the Sea Emperor Clan that led to today's situation."

He said in a low voice, "With your strength, you had already passed the Sea God's First Trial when you killed the 120,000-year-old Juntian Demon Shark."

He did not rise.

The sea wind howled, and the atmosphere in the area fell silent for a moment.

Only the sound of waves crashing against the shore and the distant, low roars of sea beasts remained.

Chen Huaian looked down at him.

His silver-white hair gently drifted in the sea breeze.

After a long while, he finally spoke indifferently, "Get up."

His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Only then did Poseidon straighten up.

Their gazes collided.

One's eyes churned with deep-sea storms, the other's were calm as still water.

Chen Huaian glanced at Eve, who was still stubbornly looking away not far off, then at the Third Prince's mangled remains on the ground, before finally settling his gaze back on Poseidon.

"So, what's the deal? What's the reward for passing the God's First Trial? And what's the God's Second Trial?"

"Hehehe~ Mr. Chen, I've already discussed it with Poseidon. The reward for the God's First Trial is the Million-Year World Ring condensed from the foundation of the Sea God's divinity."

Hades chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of seeking credit.

Poseidon nodded. "Correct. The reward for the God's First Trial is exactly that."

Chen Huaian gave a slight nod upon hearing this, then said, "Alright then. Once we get the reward, there's no need for us to participate in the God's Second Trial."

He thought to himself that since Hades came with the Sea God, he had probably already explained everything clearly to him.

Get what's due, no need to bother with the rest.

Poseidon, however, shook his head.

"Whether or not to participate in the God's Second Trial is your freedom."

He paused, then continued, "However, I still hope you will hear what the God's Second Trial is, and what its reward is."

Chen Huaian looked at him and gave a slight nod.

Poseidon took a deep breath.

"The God's Second Trial—" his voice was low, "if you can lift the curse on my daughter, then you pass."

"And the reward—"

He raised his hand.

His five fingers curled into a claw, aimed at his own chest.

In that instant, heaven and earth suddenly darkened.

The surging waves on the sea surface seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, instantly freezing solid.

*Thump!*

That hand pierced through his chest.

But not a single drop of blood splashed out.

Instead, a deep-blue divine radiance, like a breached tide, gushed forth from the wound.

The light was too dazzling, instantly illuminating the entire sky.

The lead-gray clouds were dyed deep blue, the churning sea surface was coated with a layer of shimmering fluorescence, and even the air began to fill with the scent of the deep sea.

Poseidon's brow furrowed tightly, veins bulging at his temples.

His hand slowly clenched within his chest cavity, the sound of knuckles grinding against bone clearly audible—

*Creak... creak...*

With each exertion, the divine radiance around his body dimmed a fraction.

But correspondingly, the mass of blue light at his chest grew brighter and more intense.

Finally—

He violently pulled his hand out.

*BOOM!!!*

A thunderclap exploded out of thin air.

Lying quietly in Poseidon's palm was a fragment.

Thumb-sized, entirely deep blue, yet it seemed to seal an entire Endless Sea within.

One could see waves churning inside, tides ebbing and flowing, and billions of years of time swirling and settling within.

Vast divinity overflowed from the fragment, rippling out in circles, each one causing space to slightly distort.

The smile on Hades's face froze.

He opened his mouth, his voice changing pitch: "No, you... you're..."

When he discussed things with Poseidon earlier, Poseidon never mentioned pulling a stunt like this!

Of course he recognized what this was.

This was a Divine Spark Fragment!

Not the flawed, impure, and chaotic defective pieces found on demigods.

But a pure fragment of divine essence, torn directly from the Divine Spark of a Chief God.

Once this thing is stripped away, the damage is permanent.

Falling from one's Divine Position is a minor matter; more terrifying is the damage to one's divine essence, which might not recover even in ten thousand years.

Eve was also frozen in place.

She looked at the fragment in Poseidon's palm, then at his face, her brow slightly furrowed.

Poseidon's complexion had paled considerably.

But when he looked at the fragment in his hand, there was not the slightest hint of reluctance in his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Huaian:

"As long as you can save my daughter—"

"This Divine Spark Fragment is yours!"

Chen Huaian stared at the fragment in Poseidon's palm, his pupils contracting sharply.

His Golden Immortal soul gave him a strong premonition—this thing was incredibly nourishing, more so than a hundred Million-Year World Rings.

If the Million-Year World Ring could only lift the seal on his power.

Then this Divine Spark Fragment could elevate him further beyond his current Golden Immortal realm.

"Little An! This is a truly good thing!" The Phoenix's voice rang in his mind, faintly tinged with excitement: "With it, the qilin can revive like me and the Vermilion Bird! And not just that, your own strength can also reach a higher level!"

Eve looked at Poseidon's face, pale as paper, her eyes filled with complexity.

She held resentment towards Poseidon, but seeing him go this far, the resentment and hatred in her heart couldn't help but lessen a little.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Chen Huaian.

Seeing Chen Huaian remain silent, she thought he was hesitating.

She pursed her lips and stepped forward: "I'll give one too."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it made Poseidon's head snap up.

Hades: "??? Huh?"

Eve ignored them.

She raised her hand, aiming it at her own chest.

Her pale golden hair began to move without any wind.

A luminous green divine radiance rose from her body, different from Poseidon's deep, profound blue—it was the warmth and vitality of spring.

*Thump!*

Eve's brow furrowed tightly, fine beads of sweat appearing at her temples.

Her hand slowly clenched within her chest cavity, the mass of green light at her chest growing brighter and more intense.

After a long while, she slowly pulled her hand out.

Lying quietly in her palm was an emerald green fragment.

Vast divinity overflowed from the fragment, shining in harmony with the deep blue in Poseidon's hand.

Eve's complexion had also paled considerably, but the determination and resolve in her eyes were no less, perhaps even greater, than Poseidon's:

"If you can save my daughter—" she said, her voice trembling, "then my Divine Spark Fragment is yours too."

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