Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Beneath the fairy's illusory exterior lies a completely opposite and bizarre appearance.

His remaining tattered hair and clothes clung tightly to his flesh, which was overflowing with blood and pus.

Large amounts of skin were burned or peeled off, resembling zombies or ghosts, and it was unclear why they were still alive.

As seen in the sword's heart, the monster's movements were stiff and slow.

But to the naked eye, the most mature and beautiful fairy, with graceful figure and a golden hairpin in her hair, was already close to everyone's eyes.

A soft, alluring voice reached my ears:

“All you benevolent messengers, please step into the pure fire.”

"You will have your souls purified by the Immortal Venerable, be granted eternal life, go to the world of ultimate bliss, and be redeemed by the Great Light."

After saying this, the guiding fairies all stepped aside and reached out their hands toward the white jade altar behind them.

A pure, bright white flame was burning and swaying on it.

"You go first, shall we?" The fairy gently extended her hand to Chao Xiheng: "I will accompany you, and from now on I can stay by your side in the blissful world."

Upon hearing this, the other pilgrims who had come with them couldn't help but show expressions of envy.

But what the girl saw was a blood-soaked monster raising its hideous five fingers to grab at her.

She fixed her gaze, and after a moment's thought, immediately grabbed her sword from her inventory, swiftly stepped forward, and unleashed a powerful upward slash—

The sharp blade tore through the air, whistling out a piercing sound.

In the blink of an eye, a stunningly beautiful head, along with half a shoulder, flew high into the air.

The gentle smile remained on her lips, and her eyes shone with warmth.

The head traced a bloody parabola through the air, rising and falling to the ground.

When the thud hit the ground, the entire area suddenly fell silent.

But Xi Heng's sword did not stop. After killing one person, he immediately strode towards the other six so-called fairies.

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Volume 1: Chapter 171 (Chapter 164) - Exhaling Spirit and Gathering Qi

A chaotic chorus of sharp blades.

Before the head of the beautiful fairy could even touch the ground, Xi Heng had already transformed into a white shadow and swept past.

None of the people around, whether from the mortal realm or already existing there, had time to react.

In an instant, the ferocious sword energy transformed into a bursting white aura from the sky, fiercely pressing down on the so-called fairies gathered together.

Recently, the group suffered a severe blow. Their flesh and blood, along with their pure white robes and the flowing sashes around their waists, were all shattered into countless fragments by a single sword strike.

Before they could even scream or cry out in pain, they were as if they had been shredded by a crusher, turning into a pile of blood and rotten flesh.

The illusion could no longer maintain the appearance of a fairy amidst the pile of rotten flesh, and after a momentary delay as if it had been frozen, the pieces of flesh, severed limbs, heads and other things that had fallen to the ground suddenly disappeared.

Xi Heng could still see clearly with his sword heart vision, but the panicked mortals behind him were even more astonished.

The front-end fairy finally reacted, working together like connected and coordinated robots to unleash three pillars of fire that crashed into the approaching girl.

"So weak."

But in Xi Heng's eyes, this was nothing more than a minor spell that consumed only a dozen or so points of spiritual energy.

Even a slightly stronger martial artist could easily dodge it, or suffer a minor injury to withstand it—it's basically ineffective against her.

With a single thrust of his sword, he unleashed a powerful gust of wind that shattered the opponent's defenses.

The only thing that struck her as somewhat novel was the fact that 'zombie monsters can also use magic.'

"This thing is probably just the lowest-level vengeful fire golem..."

Amidst the guessing, Xi Heng stepped forward and slashed horizontally, cutting the last three fairies in half at the waist.

Their upper and lower bodies separated, and they collapsed to the ground together.

The persistent illusion automatically erased this unbearable scene, leaving only a vast, empty space that seemed to have been censored.

The girl easily flicked her right hand, and the sharp blade disappeared.

Turning his gaze, he looked at the gleaming white flame on the white jade altar behind him and walked towards it.

Only then did the fire-purifying believers at the back snap out of their daze and let out piercing screams.

Xi Heng calmly turned around and saw a girl who looked a little younger behind him. In the midst of panic and chaos, she collapsed to the ground, screamed, and then raised her hand, trembling, pointing at him.

"Monster, monster!"

Upon hearing these two words, the other believers also reached a conclusion. Looking at Xi Heng, they seemed to see the legendary demon, and retreated in fear, afraid that they would be killed by the demon like the fairies in front of them.

"I'm a good person."

After saying this briefly, Xi Heng ignored the reactions behind him and continued on his way.

She's almost gotten used to being called a demoness, a demon, or an asura by mortals, among other negative terms.

This was true when the Dark Heaven Sect was first established in the Great Zhao Dynasty, and it was also true when they fought against the people of Yanmeng Kingdom on the battlefield... It seems that as long as someone is powerful and their behavior does not conform to the wishes of ordinary people, they will be labeled as a demon or monster.

She gently shook her head, her gaze fixed on the flames that were drawing ever closer.

This flame, just as the teachings in the Pure Fire Sect say, is a pure, radiant white color, like the aggregate of all the holy things in the world.

It doesn't feel hot when you get close, and it's not dazzling when you look at it.

Although it takes the form of flames, it does not aim to destroy all things, but rather to encompass them.

The white fire was as tall and wide as two people, and its size and location were just right for mortals to walk into.

"Can't tell anything..."

Xi Heng expanded his sword heart, making it difficult to discern anything unusual.

So she stretched out her right hand and released black smoke towards the slowly rippling white flames.

The black mist continued to spread, from which blazed deep red flames of resentment.

The fire of resentment arises from the fire of purification; in essence, the two should have some interconnected structure.

Xi Heng tentatively touched the deep red and bright white flames together.

With her eyes closed, the resentment that resonated with her soul conveyed a strange feeling.

The girl carefully sensed that the resentful fire had indeed formed a connection with something, but...

"The link has been established, but it seems difficult to take it any further."

It's like encountering some kind of firewall, making it difficult to penetrate...

She did not stop there, but gradually increased the output of her resentment.

The red flames expanded rapidly, becoming stronger than the white flames in just a few seconds, and gradually encircled them.

"She...she." A faint, fearful voice came from afar.

The pilgrims, unwilling to remain obediently in place, watched her actions with fear and exclaimed, "That's defilement! A sorcerer is defiling the sacred fire..."

A dozen seconds later, a pilgrim who had studied martial arts stood up shakily and insisted on moving towards the white jade altar where the fire was purified.

At this moment, the deep red flames of resentment had enveloped the entire Pure Fire, and the outer forces, amidst the flickering white flames, continued to press inwards.

Fill in the area where the white flame can sway, forcing it to gradually stabilize.

Immediately, the deep red of the resentful fire covered the white, beginning to permeate it.

Upon seeing this, the pilgrim warriors turned from walking to running. Though unarmed, they raised their fists and came to the stone altar, striking the white-haired girl who was wholeheartedly manipulating the resentful fire.

Xi Heng casually ducked to dodge and then kicked out.

With a loud bang, the mortal who had attacked was knocked off the stone altar and flew several meters away.

Meanwhile, the resentful fire had also gained some information during its spread.

She sensed that there was an orderly fluctuation within the fire, much like the circulation of spiritual energy within a magic array.

With a flick of his finger, he slightly disturbed the surrounding illusion with his vengeful fire, and the illusion immediately went awry.

Not far away, an exquisitely carved building was no longer concealed by the illusion, revealing its true form—a large pile of ashes, long since burned to charcoal, with broken walls, pillars, and planks piled together.

"So the illusion operates around this ball of fire..." Xi Heng probed.

Although she did not understand the specific operating rules of the illusion and could not change it into the form she wanted, she could directly cut off the function of the white flame with resentful fire.

It's like an ordinary person who has never studied architecture can't build an exquisite skyscraper, but can smash it inch by inch with an axe.

"Then let's shatter this illusion."

After speaking to herself, she clenched her outstretched right hand, intensifying the interference and erosion of the resentment.

Then, the fairyland-like scenery around us—the golden sunset, the vast clouds, the rolling mountains, the pavilions and towers, and the auspicious golden light—seemed to freeze and immediately came to a standstill.

A few seconds later, the scene seemed to show a bug, becoming erratic and unpredictable. One second it was a wandering auspicious golden light, and the next it turned into burning remnants of red fire.

These two forms flickered incessantly, and the surrounding mountains seemed to have had their textures removed, transforming into a mediocre wilderness.

The vast expanse of smoke and clouds did not exist at all; only the golden-red glow that enveloped this place was real. However, it was not the sunset that descended from the sky, but rather the red and yellow flames that were still burning on the broken ashes of the pavilions, towers, broken stones, and scattered tiles.

The exquisite, smooth white jade slabs have been replaced by a mediocre road strewn with round, jagged stones and mud. The corpses of the so-called 'fairies' she had killed are now piles of rotten flesh scattered on the ground.

Not far from the chaotic ground and the ruins of houses, there is a faint trace of fire—just as those ruins are the remains of once exquisitely carved pavilions, these traces of fire are also the remnants of a once raging fire.

She sensed a hint of resentment in the firelight.

Looking back, after the illusion dissipated, the white in the center of the stone altar, which had not yet been covered by her resentful fire, suddenly turned red.

From the very beginning, there was no pure white fire or fairyland here, only an illusion created by a ball of resentful fire, deceiving all who came.

"Do you see that?" the girl on the altar said calmly, "This is the true appearance of what you call the Great Bright Realm."

Most of the pilgrims who followed her below still harbored resentment and hatred, unable to believe it, yet dared not say a word.

Only a few people stared blankly at the scene around them, which looked as if they had just experienced a fire and an apocalypse. They looked around in a daze, their thoughts unknown.

Xi Heng stopped paying attention to the guys in the distance and sat down cross-legged facing the resentful fire, continuing to probe the flames as they were being infected.

"The total amount of resentful fire on this altar is less than mine... it's probably just a small portion distributed from the main body."

The true vengeful demonic fire, born from the resentment and hatred of the Pure Fire Realm accumulated over hundreds of years, was conceived within the Pure Fire, which served as the eye of the Spirit Locking Array, and devoured the entire array. It must be immense.

The flames placed here to receive the prayers of pilgrims from the outside world are perhaps less than one percent of the total.

She got up and looked around. Seeing that her view was obstructed, she used her flying swallow technique to leap up and easily soar dozens of meters into the air.

All that could be seen were ruins of a town on all sides, shrouded in a thick, gray fog, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Xi Heng reluctantly stepped back onto the altar, intending to try and glean information about the spirit-locking array from the resentful flames.

Just a moment after making a move, I noticed something approaching from the side.

And there's more than one.

Looking up, one could see a dozen or so zombies with wisps of fire on their bodies, rapidly approaching by stepping on the air using some unknown magic.

As it passes through the air, it leaves behind wisps of red flame.

"Reinforcements sent by the Demonic Flame of Resentment? Or were they simply drawn here by the sounds of battle just now...?"

Xi Heng couldn't figure it out; he only knew that these things were all enemies.

So she drew her sword again, leaped into the air, and unleashed a powerful sword aura that covered a hundred meters in the sky.

The sword energy whipped up a strong wind, and the debris on the ground was shaken. Broken beams, carbonized wooden boards, and rubble were pushed away along with the broken rocks and rotten flesh wherever it passed.

The dozen or so zombies that attacked from above faced the sword energy head-on, and three out of ten were knocked down and fell to the ground.

However, some of the stronger zombies had golden light barriers that blocked the sword energy attack.

Then, seven enormous fireballs appeared simultaneously, hurtling straight towards them like falling meteorites.

The blade slashed again, unleashing white energy that shattered the seven fireballs before flying behind them.

Three more aerial zombies fell, and the remaining ones stopped using spells for ranged attacks and switched to close combat with swords, spears, and halberds.

One after another, scorched and terrifying zombie monsters attacked, their weapons glowing with spiritual light as they fell with tremendous force.

"Do you still dare to come closer...? Looks like this thing isn't very smart."

As the girl pondered, she drew her sword to deflect a halberd strike, then stepped forward and delivered a fatal blow to the throat.