Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Before loading your save file, you can choose to keep one item you owned in your previous life, as well as your current cultivation level.

"The changes are huge," Xi Heng muttered to himself as he scanned the area.

The realm changed from 'Transformation of Strength' to 'Elixir Strength' instead of the 'Embracing the Elixir' that Xi Heng was familiar with. It seems that this simple system panel has its own set of evaluation systems.

His biological age had increased by twenty-seven years since the last check—Xi Heng subconsciously felt that this number was indeed a bit large.

"But after all... so much time has passed." She muttered to herself helplessly.

Fourteen years after becoming emperor, fourteen years after transforming into a dragon, minus the six months it took to find the Dragon-Locking Well after becoming emperor, twenty-seven years have passed since the last time I reloaded the game.

Her mental age naturally increased by twenty-seven years, which made her click her tongue in dissatisfaction.

Although so much time has indeed passed, she doesn't feel the reality of it.

Because half of that time was spent inside the dragon's body, it was quite blurry.

"Could you shorten it by half?" Xi Heng wanted to negotiate with the system text.

However, it was obvious that the cold, digital text displayed by the system showed no fluctuations, and the entire gray-black save space was just an empty and silent place.

However, there is some good news – the upper limit of her mental age has increased by 120 years since her last save file.

It was probably due to the combination of factors such as advancing to the Dan realm, dispelling resentment, and the spiritual enhancement resulting from being an emperor for a long time and having seen all of humanity, that the upper limit of psychological lifespan was directly increased by more than a hundred years.

Below that were three more paragraphs of text, just like always, which she didn't look at much.

Xi Heng had already decided which items to keep before loading the save file this time.

That is, the last remaining flying boat in the Chonghai Immortal Cultivation World that was just found by the dragon's body.

This item can be considered a spoil of war obtained after the hard-won victory over the vengeful spirit.

Xi Heng casually twirled his fingers, recalling the appearance of the flying boat from before, and simply tapped the save bar with his fingertip.

Exquisite flying boat patterns gradually appeared in the column.

The girl looked at it more closely, and whether it was just her imagination or not, the blurry flying boat pattern actually looked quite nice.

Although many years have passed, whenever she clicks to load a save file, she still looks like a young girl who never seems to age, so she is still a young girl.

After staring blankly for a while, his gaze shifted and landed on the words "[Load Save]".

Then he muttered to himself:

Which save file should I go to?

If you want to go directly to the cultivation realm, you should choose one of the first few save files...

After all, before she fought the vengeful spirits, she had heard that the neighboring Pure Fire Realm had been devoured by vengeful flames.

If you return to the save file of the vengeful ghost and go to the Pure Fire Realm after defeating it, you may only find a ruin of a cultivation world.

Therefore, you should choose the first save file in the village at the foot of Medicine King Mountain to return to the peaceful days of more than ten years ago, so that you can have a peaceful time to cultivate Qi and become an immortal after you take the flying boat to the Pure Fire Realm.

but……

Before making a decision, Xi Heng suddenly realized that she still didn't know where the Pure Fire Realm was located, or its coordinates... She didn't know which direction the flying boat should go, nor how to pilot it...

"If I want to get the coordinates of the next realm and learn how to fly a flying boat, I can only go to the save file from before the battle with the vengeful ghost."

Xi Heng pouted, leaned forward with his legs apart, and changed from a squatting position to a duck-sitting position, stretching his five fingers forward as well.

My fingertips landed on the save file, creating ripples of light.

The words floating in the air spread out and were replaced by four different images arranged together.

Her slender fingers moved, landing on the scene of the Taixiao Palace gate shrouded in dark blue mist.

In the design, the white jade slabs and railings of the imperial city are neatly arranged, with a gate shrouded in blue mist in front and many eyes watching from behind, some worried and some expectant.

Click.

A twisting sensation, as if falling into a vortex, enveloped my entire body, drawing my mind and consciousness into it, and plunging my vision into an abyss of darkness.

Afterwards, the sensation of spinning gradually subsided, and Xi Heng regained his human body. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a dark blue mist flowing in front of the main hall.

"It feels like it's been a long time since I've felt this real," she murmured to herself.

I took a step and looked back, and saw my senior sisters again.

I also noticed the hint of worry in the other person's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister." She exchanged a fleeting glance with Senior Sister Hongmiao and murmured to herself.

In her previous life, she disappointed him and went straight to the sea after waking up.

In this life... although my senior sister won't have to wait too long, the outcome will be similar.

She wanted to try to take a flying boat to the distant Pure Fire Realm, which was now almost a ruin.

With a soft sigh, the girl turned around and faced the dark blue-green mist before her once more.

As I approached, a passageway opened up amidst the mist.

Upon entering, one sees numerous flames burning around the beams and pillars of the vast Taixiao Hall.

The purple-gold dragon pattern and the scene of the heavenly palace were painted and pasted on the beams, pillars, walls and dome, and were illuminated by the high-burning pillars of fire.

At the highest point, on the emperor's throne, sat Zhao Qianqiu with his legs crossed.

By now, Xi Heng has come to understand that although the other party has taken over Zhao Qianqiu's body, the actual soul of the other party is Mi Jie, who destroyed the Chonghai cultivation world.

But now, the other party is constantly harassed by almost endless resentment and can no longer distinguish who they are.

To defeat her, all she had to do was slowly devour her opponent, just like before—a strategy she had already successfully employed once.

But that's too slow.

This time, she wanted to use a more direct and straightforward approach.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, Xiao Xiheng," the person above said gently, in the guise of Zhao Qianqiu.

The cultivator Shao Xi entered from behind, only to be lectured again by the talkative vengeful ghost.

Xi Heng didn't want to listen anymore and just kept moving forward on his own.

Beneath the throne, the wolf-shaped, feathered monster gripped the black iron greatsword, propped itself up, and lowered its head slightly, its crimson eyes fixed on the king, radiating intense killing intent and resentment.

The young woman in the hall merely drew her sword and twirled it, then, observing the other's bowed head, calmly said:

"I accept your surrender."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Qianqiu above squinted and covered his lips with a light laugh, saying, "You're really joking."

"So you weren't planning to surrender? Oh." Xi Heng raised his empty left hand.

Her slender, fair fingers slowly opened, and the resentment that had been accepted within her body gradually flowed away.

Then, a dense, deep black appeared in the palm of the hand that was holding it up.

The black gradually expands, and a deep red shines through from within.

The deep red color continued to develop, transforming into a raging fire.

Black energy emanated from all directions, and the deep red flames expanded into a giant pillar larger than a person, which she held above her head, unleashing an intense aura.

On the throne in the distance, the vengeful ghost's smile faded, and his eyes grew heavy with solemnity and coldness.

“A burning grudge…” Zhao Qianqiu frowned deeply: “There couldn’t possibly be such a great grudge in this world…”

She could only think of one possibility: "You, could you actually be from another realm? A clone created from the vengeful demon fire?"

"I see." Before Xi Heng could refute, the other party seemed to suddenly understand something: "You claim to be the incarnation of the Dark Heavenly Mother, but in reality, you are the incarnation of demonic fire..."

"What are you guessing?" The girl tilted her head slightly.

This burning resentment was the power she gained from spending over a decade dissolving and accepting her hatred.

But it doesn't matter... What the other person thinks won't affect what she's going to do next.

The swirling, red flames of resentment had spread to a width of three or four meters when she suddenly flung them towards the black-feathered beast beneath the throne.

The monster immediately dodged, but the resentful fire spread as it hit the ground, eventually staining its fur.

The thick, dark blue mist emanating from it was ignited upon contact with the flames of resentment.

The flames of resentment are formed by an extremely fierce chain of hatred and resentment, while the bluish-black mist, though also a form of resentment, is thinner and cannot resist the erosion and devouring power of the flames of resentment; it will be quickly ignited and burned.

At the same time, the behemoth lost all its strength.

This creature was originally a demon driven by hatred, and after being tainted by the fire of resentment, it collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

The black iron greatsword crashed to the ground with a clang. The vengeful ghost tried to regain control, unleashing a dark blue mist that transformed into threads, but instead became fuel for the fire.

She then withdrew the mist, and like Xi Heng, held the intense resentment in her palm.

A hint of red appeared in the deep black mist, and the red expanded into a deep red flame burning fiercely.

"Since we both harbor resentment, let's settle this with that."

The other party slowly stood up, and the resentful flames that appeared on his hands quickly ignited into a form even larger than Xi Heng's.

The two faced off in the hall, but the elderly cultivator standing to the side was the first to bewildered and take a half step back.

He was familiar with the vengeful fire, knew its origin, and understood that it was an extremely evil thing.

But with both sides harboring resentment, he was at a loss for what to do.

Who should we attack? And should we flee this place immediately?

But at this moment, no one paid any attention to him.

"Alright." Xi Heng gathered a smaller ball of resentful fire in his hand.

In terms of the size of the vengeful fire and the quantity of resentment, she could not compare with the vengeful ghost before her, which was almost entirely composed of hatred.

After all, she was a human, not a ghost.

However, she was confident of victory.

Xi Heng raised his right-hand longsword horizontally forward and slashed it with the flames of resentment in his left hand.

The sword, tinged with flames, scattered sparks with each gentle swing.

The vengeful spirit also pulled a long-handled broadsword from its flames, wielding it with both hands and swinging it smoothly in a turn.

The intense and surging flames of resentment began to surge, surpassing even Xi Heng's power.

In the last save file, Zhao Qianqiu used a sword in the battle, but now he has switched to a small crescent-shaped long-handled saber—a long-handled weapon that the opponent often uses on the battlefield, thus making him even more threatening.

Perhaps because they had left themselves some leeway before, they are now going to really go all out.

However, it doesn't matter, the focus of this competition is not on strength or martial arts skills.

Their battle had long transcended this level; what determined the victor was the raging flames of resentment burning in their hands and behind their backs.

Inside the main hall, two women slowly approached.

When they closed to within ten meters, they acted as if they were telepathically connected, striking at the same time.

The white sword intent, along with the resentful flames, pierced the sky, creating a deep red, glass-like effect in the main hall.

The vengeful ghost dodged with an unrestrained gait, and with Chang Kong pointing his equally flaming long-handled sword down, it did not swing it, but charged straight at him like a meteorite falling to earth, its body carried by the sharp blade.

The girl stepped to the side and dodged, the burning blade falling to the ground and creating an explosion of intense resentment, spreading crimson from the center of the hall.

Xi Heng dodged the attack and was about to swing his sword again when he saw his opponent forcefully press the hilt of his sword several inches deeper into the ground.

The spreading crimson flames immediately expanded, exploding outwards like a smoke bomb, completely covering her vision with crimson.

Intense flames of resentment surged forth like a raging torrent, but Xi Heng, about to be swept away, neither dodged nor flinched, and continued to stride forward.

A surge of resentment engulfed his entire body, and intense hatred assailed him—

But Xi Heng had already accepted the resentment within the flames of hatred, and only felt a gentle breeze on his face.

The crimson flames not only failed to leave a single mark on her, but instead weakened rapidly as if they had encountered extreme cold.

Under the incredulous gaze of the vengeful ghost, the raging fire was swiftly extinguished by Xi Heng.

"Is that all?" The girl slowly raised her sword.

If she were facing unfamiliar resentful fire, she wouldn't be able to do it so easily; she would have to fight for a long time before a winner was decided.

However, she accepted and resolved all the resentment in the other party's anger once.

Therefore, when facing Zhao Qianqiu, she possessed a unique and overwhelming power of restraint, like a natural enemy.