Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

After walking for a short while, the main hall came into view.

Among them were a dozen or so figures, all wearing white robes similar in color to snow, with the anchor cross pattern embroidered on the robes.

An old woman stood in the center, wearing a white robe embroidered with gold thread and inlaid with gold fire emblems; she was the head of this branch altar.

Upon seeing her approach, the other person raised one hand to their chest and said, "Respectfully addressing the Immortal Venerable."

Xi Heng, having grown accustomed to the etiquette of this realm, also spoke up.

After exchanging pleasantries, the altar master brought over a pure white robe and asked:

"Is there anything you need to bring?"

"Being alone is fine." The girl readily accepted, immediately draping the clothes over herself, and dressing like everyone else around her.

Furthermore, her white hair paired with her white robe made her appear even more holy than the others around her who were born with the faith in the Pure Fire.

It was as if she was the very center of this pilgrimage group, the one who deserved all the attention.

The altar master, recognizing this aura, nodded and said, "Indeed, you are destined to be connected with my Pure Fire Ming Cult."

“Yes.” Xi Heng did not deny it.

When she goes to the realm of cultivation, she will inevitably have a great deal of interaction with the so-called Pure Flame—an interaction far deeper than that of any ordinary person.

Furthermore, she now possesses the vengeful fire, which has some connection to the Pure Fire.

If this were revealed, perhaps she could obtain the title of saintess in the mortal world... or perhaps she would be regarded as a demon and rejected outright.

"The carriages and horses are ready..." After saying this, the altar master glanced back at the few sticks of incense burning on the altar.

The incense has almost burned out, and the time is approaching.

"Let's go." The other person turned and walked through the crowd toward the door.

Xi Heng followed behind, and amidst the calm atmosphere, boarded a carriage decorated with white and yellow patterns, and left the city to the sound of the driver's whip.

The roads, houses within the city, and even the white stone city walls stretched out into the distance like a flowing river.

Wheels rolled on, horses' hooves beat like drums.

Traveling leisurely from north to south.

……

This pilgrim group was welcomed wherever they went, whether in small villages or large cities and towns.

Xi Heng watched calmly, and could vaguely sense a certain respect and reassurance in the eyes of the people who were seeing her off on her pilgrimage.

Such pilgrimages are not only a personal experience for believers, but also safeguard certain interests for ordinary people...

The longer she stayed in this mundane world, the more respect she perceived, and the clearer she became of this understanding.

"Indeed, there's not much difference between so-called pilgrims and living sacrifices," she thought.

Even if ordinary people cannot directly understand this point, after living for so many years, they should be able to perceive some of the details.

At least one might speculate that it was the actions of the pilgrims that provided them with a certain sense of security.

That's why they acted so respectfully.

Xi Heng tentatively asked the group leader, who replied:

"The stronger and deeper the faith in the mortal realm, the more attention the Celestial Lord will pay to the mortal realm. We pilgrims represent the strength and depth of faith, and naturally we are the focus of attention."

The other party had their own reasons.

But in Yi Xiheng's view, the word "attention" always seems like the decorations that mortals put on before offering sacrifices, such as inserting bouquets and applying essential oils and fragrances.

"Tsk."

How come I was given the identity of a sacrificial offering when I first came into this world?

However, this was in line with her wishes—she came here to cultivate in the Spirit Locking Array, and the Great Bright Realm that the pilgrims were about to head to was most likely in the Spirit Locking Array.

Once you arrive, you can try practicing Qi cultivation as long as you find an opportunity to break away from the group.

Xi Heng had several cultivation and Qi-training methods stored in his mind and inventory.

In places devoid of spiritual energy, such cultivation methods are essentially worthless.

But it's a valuable item within the spirit-locking array.

……

The capital of the Great Sheng Dynasty is not too far from the northern border.

Traveling by carriage, after only ten days, the towering white stone city walls came into view in the distance.

The city wall stretches for thousands of meters, appearing from a distance as if it were cutting off the land.

The walls are more decorated than the outer city walls, and the sculptures carved on them are more complex, including not only armored warriors holding swords, but also immortals wearing long robes and riding on auspicious clouds.

In the center of the white wall, a huge city gate stands tall, with guards in bright silver armor holding guns and standing steadily. Their polished silver armor shines like a mirror, making them particularly dazzling.

The pilgrims' carriages drove toward the wide archway beneath the city gate. They were only questioned a few times and were not stopped before being allowed to pass.

Merchants whose goods were loaded with cargo wanted to enter, but were questioned and searched by the guards, who made them fill out a full document before they could enter.

During this journey, Xi Heng had become accustomed to the special treatment given to pilgrims and subconsciously assumed that pilgrims were few in number and therefore received preferential treatment.

But when she arrived in the capital, she saw that almost all the vehicles parked on both sides of the road were white and gold carriages belonging to pilgrims.

Along the main road, the endless stream of pedestrians were mostly dressed in white robes.

There are also dedicated greeters who will approach the vehicle after it stops and chat with the forum leader as if exchanging work instructions.

Xi Heng lifted the carriage curtain and saw rows of white stone buildings and tiled houses, with apricot or magnolia trees planted along the roadside, which only bloomed white flowers.

The road was a soft white, as if it were covered with a layer of snow.

Looking towards the center of the capital, one can see that the inner buildings are even more towering, some of which no longer resemble pavilions but have become huge and magnificent castles carved from white stone.

As she gazed at it from afar, she felt that it bore some resemblance to Western churches of the past.

The entire capital city features diverse architectural styles and forms, yet its colors remain consistently consistent.

"The layout of this city is quite peculiar..." the girl murmured to herself.

As she was taking in the scenery of the capital of Dasheng, the soft sound of bells jingling came from the front of the carriage she was riding in.

That sound means "get off the vehicle."

Xi Heng came to her senses and saw a city guide, dressed in a long robe adorned with eye-catching gems of various colors, approaching her from the side.

"According to the branch altar master, the messenger came from an outer realm." This person had a gentle face, a calm demeanor, and impeccable manners.

In any case, the atmosphere in the mortal world within this Pure Fire Realm is indeed somewhat milder than that in the Great Zhao.

Even though he was working in a big city, he didn't look down on or be arrogant towards people like her who came from small border towns.

"Exactly."

Because of this atmosphere, Xi Heng did not habitually draw his sword to injure people during the dozen or so days he spent in Dasheng.

"The fact that the young man has white hair signifies that the messenger is a holy and favored person. The gods are currently gathering those who are favored to complete the grand pilgrimage ceremony tomorrow. I wonder if the messenger would be willing to participate directly in tomorrow's pilgrimage?" the other party asked respectfully.

"Tomorrow will go by so fast..."

She heard on her journey that after arriving in the capital, one must pray daily for a month or several months to cleanse oneself of worldly impurities before being qualified to make a pilgrimage to the Great Bright Realm.

She had been prepared to wait patiently, but now it seems there's no need to wait any longer.

“Okay,” Xi Heng agreed.

"That would be much better. Please come with me to the altar to burn incense and pray, and make some preparations."

……

A day later, at noon.

Xi Heng stood at a distance from the white wall of the altar, gazing at the giant holy fire, several meters high, golden in color with wisps of white, in the distance.

Beside her were dozens of girls and boys with white hair, just like her.

Today's pilgrimage seems to have been specially prepared for these so-called 'favored by God' people.

At the front, on the altar, a high-ranking person dressed in a golden robe loudly recited verses praising the Pure Fire Immortal and prayers.

The white-haired crowd below echoed in response.

What they said was still the same old phrases like "burning the remains, burning the sacred fire"... as if they were being told to accept their fate.

In the distance, the sacred flame beside the white wall, though no one was adding fuel to it, was able to surge and rage even more fiercely.

As he looked around, Xi Heng idly recalled recent events.

She received special care yesterday; the residence allocated to her by the altar was lavishly decorated and spacious, and she was attended to by dedicated maids.

Furthermore, as one walks through the temple, wherever one goes, a sound of respect will be heard.

It was as if she had received a one-day trial card for being a saintess; she could get her requests met with compliance.

Furthermore, the daily meals were quite abundant and plentiful. Many of the white-haired 'beneficial' people who dined with them, from the countryside or small towns, had never seen such delicious food before.

However, in Xi Heng's view, it was like the last meal of a death row inmate.

Today is the day of execution.

The person reciting at the front of the altar finally finished the lengthy ritual and stepped aside.

Pilgrims drank the holy water and received blessings from the many altar staff around them, who chanted, "Go to the realm of great light, and obtain eternal light and joy." Then they lined up and walked toward the so-called holy fire burning not far away.

Perhaps because Xi Heng appeared the most resolute and fearless, everyone subconsciously put her at the front.

She was the first to approach the 'sacred flame'.

"No warmth..." the girl murmured to herself.

The flames in front of me were like some kind of holographic projection; even if I touched them directly, I wouldn't feel any burning sensation.

Even a slight expansion of the sword's inner vision revealed not a trace of the 'heat' that flames should possess.

"To ascend to the Great Realm of Light..." She recalled this chant: "The sacred fire before me is not a real flame, but a passage to the so-called 'Great Realm of Light'?"

Or perhaps, it is an illusion that obscures the passage between the mortal world and the land of cultivation.

Xi Heng nodded and, under the watchful eyes of the many people performing the ritual, walked directly into the sacred fire.

The figure flickered briefly amidst the ripples of the flames, then vanished abruptly.

……

Stepping out of the purifying fire, Xi Heng opened his eyes and saw a scene that looked like a fairyland.

Golden sunset clouds filled the sky, bathing the world in their radiance.

Vast clouds and mist surround the area, with rolling mountains nestled beneath them, appearing and disappearing in the mist.

The surrounding pavilions, towers, and waterside terraces are all woven with the colors of red sandalwood and amber glass. Towering ancient trees accompany the towering buildings, stretching towards the sky. There are shady trees on the side, and in the distance, there are magnificent and huge, pure white palaces that radiate holy light.

No matter what it was, it was surrounded by wisps of auspicious golden light... truly a scene of celestial beings.

At the front, seven beautiful and lively fairies with picturesque features turned around to look at you. Their figures were graceful and their manners were elegant, gentle and approachable. They were dressed in soft white gauze dresses, and their light-colored ribbons moved without wind.

Further behind was a huge white jade altar, with a bright white flame burning above it.

"Wait a minute." Xi Heng took half a step back.

Her sword senses detected something amiss.

Looking down at herself, she saw that her pure white dress and the veil on her shoulders were intact. However, with her swordsmanship, she could see that both the veil on her shoulders and the exquisite robes that represented a pilgrim had been ignited with fire after she arrived in this world, causing the edges of her clothing to be scorched and peeling off...

However, the five senses of the human body cannot perceive this. Only a sword heart that is not obscured by illusions can see through the layers of concealment and directly see the truth behind it.

Looking back, the white-haired youths who had accompanied her into this world through the sacred flames were filled with joy and excitement as they gazed at the surrounding celestial realm.

Xi Heng expanded his sword heart, and it could be seen that their bodies were already ignited with sparks.

Not only her physical form, but also the clean white marble slabs beneath her feet, the magnificent pavilion adorned with gold and glazed tiles in the distance, the towering ancient trees, and the auspicious golden light—all of these were fake.

The stone slabs are actually jumbled stones covered in dust and dried blood, and the side pavilions are blackened remains that have long been burned by fire. The ancient tree was cut in the middle and its surface is completely carbonized.

The golden light surrounding it was a still-burning, dark red flame.

"It's like a deliberately constructed illusion." Xi Heng looked up at the seven fairies in front of him who were smiling and speaking softly to welcome him.

Sword Heart Envelops.