Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Is it no longer possible to achieve the Golden Core stage in this era?" Xi Heng asked.

Becoming an immortal is the ultimate goal of a cultivator's path, but there are many stages and obstacles to overcome along the way.

Cultivation stages such as Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core are the numerous obstacles that cultivators must overcome.

"No." Mi Jie was quite clear on this point:

"Ultimately, the spiritual energy in the world is insufficient... After the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, the Spirit Locking Array only covers a portion of the spiritual energy, and it will gradually be consumed as cultivators are replaced. Perhaps at the beginning of the collapse of the Heavenly Dao it could accommodate a Golden Core cultivator, but now, even if all the spiritual energy in the entire Spirit Locking Array is gathered, it is impossible for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to advance."

"The Chonghai Realm is like this, and the surrounding realms are probably the same. As for the other, more expansive central realms, we have no coordinates to reach them... Even if we had coordinates, our crude flying boats couldn't cross such long distances."

“And even if we manage to cross over,” she continued, “it takes hundreds of years from the start of the voyage to the arrival, which is far too short for a cultivator’s lifespan… These numerous restrictions limit us cultivators one after another, and the path to immortality is almost impossible.”

She finished speaking and looked at the girl in front of her with a calm expression.

"What if there is enough spiritual energy?" Xi Heng ignored the various limitations and difficulties mentioned by the other party and asked directly.

"You want to gather spiritual energy in other ways? I've already tried that method—forcibly condensed spiritual energy is ultimately not pure enough, and using it to condense a golden core will only lead to its collapse and decay," Mi Jie mentioned.

"Even if you can eliminate resentment, the spiritual energy drawn from your flesh and blood still contains other impurities, which is why I failed to advance back then."

"Pure spiritual energy is enough to condense a golden core?" Xi Heng narrowed his eyes.

Seeing that she ignored her difficulties, the red-haired woman clicked her tongue and continued to criticize, "It's not that simple. You also need profound comprehension, as well as various auxiliary spiritual objects, materials, and medicines... Only one in ten thousand people can achieve success by relying solely on themselves and spiritual energy."

"Back then, I refined the Heart of the Blood Sea, which had reached the Golden Core stage, and only then did I barely glimpse the path to the Golden Core. There is nothing similar in this world anymore."

“Then I will search for it in other realms,” Xi Heng said.

Upon hearing this, Mi Jie stopped speaking and asked, "Even knowing how difficult it is, you still believe you are destined to become an immortal?"

"of course."

"Passing through the Golden Core stage isn't the end. After that, there are three more stages: Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, and Dao Integration. There are supposedly two more stages after that, but their names are unknown." The other person met Xi Heng's gaze and uttered the final paragraph:

"These numerous obstacles on the path to immortality are becoming increasingly difficult to overcome. Currently, a Golden Core cultivator is already the limit in this world... Do you still believe that you can become an immortal?"

“Okay,” the girl said calmly.

Mi Jie saw no hesitation in her eyes and wondered, "Why is that possible?"

"If I cannot become an immortal, then no one else in the world can." Xi Heng did not give a direct answer.

Because she had countless opportunities to try and fail.

If you only have one life, you naturally can't succeed.

But with countless attempts, as long as the path to immortality exists, she will surely be able to climb it.

Since there is a path to immortality and true immortals in the world, she will surely have a place among the true immortals in the long run.

“And the vow I made will surely be fulfilled,” she said.

Even Mi Jie now had a hint of appreciation for Xi Heng in her eyes.

She could tell that this wasn't an act, but a genuine feeling.

The other party nodded slightly: "In that case, I will tell you the location of the last flying boat left behind in the Chonghai cultivation world."

"Flying boat?"

Xi Heng never expected that she could still salvage something from the vengeful ghost.

"Actually, when you experience my resentment later, you can find the location of the flying boat if you have a little thought, but you may miss it. It's better to tell you now... The flying boat I seized is now thousands of meters below the Chonghai whirlpool at the bottom of the sea. There are some spiritual energy remnants there. You can find the flying boat deep inside by following the direction of the spiritual energy."

Having said that, the vengeful ghost turned its gaze to the countless resentments piled up in the pure white space.

"However, if you are ultimately unable to bear all the resentment, or if you are unable to undo the effects of the Heavenly Demon Transformation afterward, then what I have said today will be meaningless."

The vengeful ghost clearly understood that even if Xi Heng could eliminate the resentment, he could not erase the erosion of the Heavenly Demon Transformation, and the only outcome would be his death.

But for some reason, after spending so much time in each other's spiritual space, she could always truly sense that the belief in the other person's heart had never changed.

No matter how desperate the situation, there always seems to be a way to break free...

"Don't worry, it won't be meaningless," Xi Heng said.

Even if she reaches a dead end in this life, she can reload her save and go back to the beginning to start everything anew.

With the knowledge, experience, and even power gained at this moment, one can attempt to achieve a truly fulfilling outcome.

"I don't know where your confidence comes from... nor do I know why I believe you." Mi Jie shook her head, admitting:

"I have been wandering the world for hundreds of years and have seen many unparalleled geniuses and people who have accomplished great things. You are one of the most special ones among them."

"I am flattered," the girl replied calmly, showing no sign of being flattered.

The vengeful ghost didn't say anything more, stared at her for a few more seconds, and then turned and left.

The figure vanished along with the surrounding flames of resentment.

She gleaned a meaning from the look in the other person's eyes—Mi Jie was going to rest, and today might very well be the last time the two of them saw each other.

Her centuries-long life as a vengeful ghost seemed to have taken a toll on her, leaving her exhausted and weary until today, when she finally relaxed and no longer wanted to do anything.

Xi Heng looked back at his pure and white mental space, returning to the center of the landscape of resentment.

He picked up a pair and muttered to himself, "I've been here for seven years already, it's time to speed things up."

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Volume 1: Chapter 165, Chapter 158, The Hidden Dragon Enters the Sea

In the twenty-seventh year of Taiheng, in early winter, it was cold and rainy.

Fourteen years have passed since Xi Heng transformed into a dragon and sealed away the grudge.

The originally smooth central palace road of the imperial city was rearranged and transformed into a pilgrimage route with a slightly crooked surface, in which many sculptures, statues, Xuantian Sect symbols, carvings and other symbols related to gods were placed.

Today, dark clouds covered the sky, bringing down a mix of snow and cold rain. Although it was winter, there was a rare rumble of thunder.

Rain dripped from the eaves, making a soft pattering sound, while the early winter wind rustled and whispered.

Along the roadside, the mottled golden ginkgo leaves swayed gently in the wind and rain.

Amidst the rustling sounds, a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella was pacing back and forth.

In his left hand he held a pot of white porcelain fruit wine, the surface of which was painted with a lone cherry blossom.

Accompanying this was a small packet of osmanthus cakes wrapped in butter paper.

The dark sky made its solitary figure stand out, and the vast former imperial city was exceptionally deserted, with moss already creeping up the faded glazed eaves.

Today, this place has become a sacred site of the Heavenly Zhao, and it is only cleaned and tidied up and used to gather people during celebrations. Outsiders are not allowed to come here at will.

On this ordinary day, with cold rain falling, everyone is staying indoors to keep warm, so she is probably the only one who would come here.

Raindrops pattered on the oil-paper umbrella, making a soft, muffled sound.

The woman wore a simple light red silk dress, and her footsteps rippled as she stepped into the newly formed cold water.

An ordinary person would surely feel uncomfortable wearing such simple clothes in the cold wind, but she didn't care.

Hongmiao detoured and turned, passing through the narrow palace streets and alleys, and then stepped onto a stone staircase with a golden glaze color, heading towards higher ground.

The so-called high place is naturally the central position of the imperial city, where the crimson dragon, like a high mountain, coils around.

She has visited many times over the years.

As long as I'm in the capital and don't have anything else to do, I'll come here as a habit.

A few years ago, this staircase leading to the middle of the dragon's body didn't exist yet; one had to use light-footed skills to slowly climb it.

In recent times, the so-called Festival of Salvation for the Emperor has become increasingly grand, and the Imperial City has therefore added various statues, sculptures and other symbols to fill the festive atmosphere, as well as a stone staircase leading directly to the top—known as the Holy Road to the Dragon.

Rainwater splashed against the glass, creating ripples that flowed downwards.

As Hongmiao walked slowly, she recalled the first time she met Xiheng.

"Who could have imagined it would develop to this point?" she murmured to herself.

Hongmiao has said this countless times.

Will you wake up again?

As they repeated their whispered inquiries, their footsteps slowly ascended to higher ground.

The sky reverberated with muffled thunder, and a faint white light appeared from the center of the overlapping dark clouds, illuminating the somewhat faded crimson dragon.

Over the past fourteen years, wind, rain, and sun have weathered the dragon's body, turning it from crimson to a few streaks of faded white... making it look more and more like a real stone statue.

Hongmiao gradually lost hope and had become accustomed to the disappointment of each arrival or departure.

Then another sentence was added:

"Probably not?"

After walking along the Sacred Road to the Dragon, Lu arrived at the large sacrificial site in the middle of the dragon's body. His gaze casually swept over the sacrificial platform, brazier, and several low-rise wooden buildings that were barely standing. The statue of the Dark Heavenly Mother, which was similar in appearance to Xi Heng but completely different in size, was the one that Xuan Tianzong had painstakingly carried up.

After reading it, he chuckled softly.

If Xi Heng were still alive, he would definitely find this sculpture quite displeasing.

After all, the difference in body shape is quite significant.

I really want to see her pouting face again.

She has been looking at this dragon-shaped stone statue for fourteen years, and she still hasn't gotten used to it.

After bypassing the platform in the middle of the dragon's body, continue upwards.

Not long after, Hongmiao, as always, came to the protruding dragon head and took out a wooden chair from the corner to sit down.

The seal on the white porcelain wine pot was pulled open. First, a hand was reached forward, and the wine was shaken to disperse the slightly open dragon mouth.

Using her internal energy, she could sense a faint heartbeat within the dragon's body.

The red dragon is still alive, but it has fallen into a deep sleep, and it is unknown when it will wake up.

If we send the drinks this way, perhaps Xiheng will be able to taste them?

Hongmiao guessed, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and casually tasted it, while whispering some of her thoughts to the dragon head.

Time passed slowly, and half an hour later the pastries were all gone, and all the stories had been told.

The cold rain from the sky did not lessen; on the contrary, it intensified.

The thunder rumbled but did not fall, as if it were brewing in the sky.

It seems like something big is about to happen.

Hongmiao shook her head, put away the empty porcelain wine pot and the yellow paper wrapping the pastries, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, I felt a tremor beneath my feet.

"Was it an earthquake...?" She lowered her head slightly.

However, this gradually increasing tremor was not like an earthquake, which comes in waves and lasts for a long time.

Hong Miao was slightly distracted and stopped moving.

After a moment of silence, he turned to look at the dragon's head.

It is evident that cracks have appeared on its surface, which is as hard as a rock and has faded scales.

A clap of thunder rose from the sky, and the winter thunder illuminated the entire old capital.

The lightning struck the highest point of the dragon's body, creating an explosion.

Meanwhile, more and more cracks appeared on the rough surface of the dragon scales, as if something was about to break through the stone.

The cracks expanded rapidly, stretching from the dragon's body to its head, and landed at Hongmiao's feet.

The tremors of the dragon's head grew stronger and stronger. With a wave of tremors, a thick scale burst open under the force, flying a hundred meters like a fragment from an explosion, and crashing into the long-abandoned imperial city.

Immediately afterwards, more and more dragon scales shattered and fell, smashing into the beams and pillars of the palace below, creating a series of crashing sounds.

The cracks continued to spread, and Hong Miao stepped back, a scale bursting off from where she had just been standing.

She immediately snapped out of her dazed state and began to use her light-footed, quick steps to dodge the approaching cracks.

The explosions grew more intense, and after the broken scales fell off, new, thin, crimson scales emerged, shining brightly even under the dark clouds.

Before Hong Miao could even show her shock, another dragon scale burst open and hurtled towards her.

She immediately drew her sword and slashed out with a white mark, leaving a trail of blood. Although she couldn't cut the dragon scales directly, the sword energy was enough to shake it away.

As the dragon scales disappeared into the distance, the next moment, a series of cracking and collapsing sounds rang out.