The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

At night, Xiao Mingyue carefully climbed up the city wall, carried Lin Wei's body, which was no longer completely intact, down from the wall, brought it to a hidden valley, and put the spiritual pattern leather armor on Lin Wei again, and then a bright light appeared!

Light, endless light. Lin Wei was enveloped in the light, and her body began to recover. However, her original silver jewelry, silver chain, tongue and lip rings had all changed color to gold. The upgraded rings symbolized the highest level of her priestly heritage, and her becoming a top priest.

When Lin Wei's consciousness finally broke free from the chaotic sea and re-gathered within this incomplete body, she no longer felt the weakness and stagnation that had seeped deep into her bones during her previous resurrections. Instead, she felt a feeling of... unprecedented fullness and grandeur. It was as if the parched earth had received a refreshing rain, and the cracked riverbed was once again filled with flowing water.

Her body's resurgence was complete. Now, the rings scattered across her body—lip rings, tongue rings, navel rings, nose rings, and even more mysterious rings hidden beneath her clothes and on her skin—sparkled with unprecedented intensity. They were no longer just stars in the night sky, but rather miniature stars, resonating with each other and emitting a fiery, pure energy halo. The light was no longer a chaotic interweaving, but formed a mysterious, visible energy vein that flowed and circulated across her body like the most intricate diagram of the galaxy.

The silver chains, once like nimble silver snakes, underwent a startling transformation. No longer merely shimmering silver, they were imbued with the myriad radiances emanating from the rings. The silver chains grew more solid, as if woven from pure light. Ancient and obscure runes emerged from them, pulsing subtly with Lin Wei's breathing. They no longer "snaked," but like divine messengers possessing their own consciousness, they followed the paths of those energy veins in a solemn and sacred procession. Every spiral, every stretch, seemed to reinforce the connection between some law of heaven and earth and Lin Wei herself.

This was no simple resurrection. Lin Wei clearly sensed that this was the last time she would experience this kind of "return from death" ritual. Over the long years, every death and resurrection had sharpened and accumulated her priestly heritage, tempering the essence of her soul repeatedly on the brink of life and death. This time, however, was both the end and the beginning.

"Om-"

A humming sound, as if emanating from the depths of her soul and resonating throughout the universe, erupted from Lin Wei's body. The light from all the rings suddenly converged, no longer radiating outward. Instead, it surged inward like a tide, converging at her Dantian Qi Sea. The chains of light also contracted, transforming into streams of light that merged with her limbs and bones.

Lin Wei's body trembled slightly and her eyes slowly opened.

Those were no ordinary eyes. Deep within her pupils, it seemed as if countless stars were born and died, the universe was evolving. An indescribable aura of majesty and ethereality rose from her. Her aura had undergone a profound transformation. Before, she had been beautiful, mysterious, with a touch of wildness and allure, like a poppy blooming in the dark night. Now, she was still beautiful, even more breathtaking, but within that beauty was a vastness, a vastness, a tolerance and majesty, like that of a Mother Earth Goddess. She seemed no longer merely an individual, but the embodiment of an ancient heritage, a bridge connecting heaven and earth, between humanity and the gods.

She can feel it.

Feeling the pulse of the land beneath her feet, she seemed to be no longer just an individual, but the embodiment of some ancient heritage, a bridge connecting heaven and earth, and communicating between humans and gods.

She can feel it.

Feel the pulse of the land under your feet, the breathing of every inch of soil, the vitality of every plant, and the memory of every rock.

Feel the vastness of the sky above your head, the changes in the wind and clouds, the paths of the sun, moon and stars, and the breath hidden in every inch of soil, the vitality of every blade of grass, and the memory of every rock.

Feel the vastness of the sky above your head, the changes in the wind and clouds, the trajectory of the sun, moon and stars, and the flow of the laws of heaven and earth hidden in the void, which are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Feeling the energy particles in the air, they happily rushed towards her and surrounded her intimately, like a child returning to its mother's arms.

She could even vaguely "see" the direction of the mountains and rivers in the distance, the emotional flow formed by the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of the people in the city, and those lurking in the shadows, feeling uneasy and throbbing about her new power.

This was... the Celestial Realm of the Land. The emotional currents of the priests' heritage, the joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, combined with those lurking in the shadows, feeling uneasy and throbbing at her new power.

This was… the Celestial Realm of the Land. Recorded in the priestly tradition, it was the highest realm a mortal could attain!

Being a celestial being on land doesn't necessarily refer to those who have ascended to heaven. Rather, it refers to those who, on this land, have achieved a state of cultivation that resonates with the heavens, aligns with the Dao of man, and breathes with the earth. Their every move aligns with the principles of heaven and earth; a single thought can influence their surroundings. Their lifespans are greatly extended, nearing immortality, and their power is unfathomable.

Lin Wei slowly stood up. Her bare feet touched the cold stone ground, yet she felt no chill at all. Instead, a warm earth energy flowed through the Yongquan acupoints on the soles of her feet, slowly nourishing her body. She looked down at her hands. The skin was delicate, yet it held unimaginable power. The rings were still there, but they no longer shone brightly. Instead, they had become more restrained and profound, as if they had melted into her skin, become a part of her body, and became the most intuitive symbol of the priest's heritage.

She was in a body. She looked down at her hands, their skin delicate yet imbued with unimaginable power. The rings were still there, but no longer radiating a brilliant light. Instead, they had become more reserved and profound. An ancient underground temple. This was the foundation of her priestly lineage, the site of each of her resurrection ceremonies. The air was thick with the scent of dust and age. Huge, faceless stone statues stood around, silently gazing at Lin Wei in the center, as if witnessing the awakening of an ancient deity.

There was a feeling of "This is the last time..." Huge, blurry-faced stone statues stood around, silently gazing at Lin Wei in the center, as if witnessing the awakening of an ancient god.

"For the last time..." Lin Wei whispered to herself, her voice carrying a hint of ethereal echo. "The smell of death is indeed not very good."

She stretched her body, her bones making a slight, crisp sound, like jade striking jade. An overwhelming sense of power filled her limbs and bones, making her want to roar to the heavens and express herself.

She stretched her body, her bones making a slight, crisp sound, like jade colliding. An overwhelming sense of power permeated her limbs, making her want to roar to the heavens, to unleash the inner turmoil. But she held back. After reaching the Land Heaven Realm, her mind had never been calmer and clearer, and no emotion could easily disturb her Dao heart.

She began to peer inward. Within her Dantian's sea of ​​​​qi, she no longer saw the ordinary martial artist's zhenqi or zhenyuan, but a vast, boundless "small world." There, clouds and mist swirled, the shadows of mountains and rivers rose and fell, and the sun, moon, and stars rotated. This was the "inner world" formed by the fusion of her own essence, energy, and spirit with the laws of heaven and earth. This was one of the hallmarks of the terrestrial celestial realm: "I am the world."

And in the center of this inner world, a seed composed of countless tiny points of light and runes hovered. It was the core of her priestly heritage, the mark of her origin condensed through countless cycles of life and death. At this moment, this seed was slowly sprouting, emitting vibrant vitality, heralding the entry of her heritage into a new stage.