Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

It felt as if something blew a cool breath onto the side of her cheek.

Xi Heng turned around, and the wasteland was empty except for a few lingering resentful spirits in the air.

But she felt a chill creep up from her lumbar spine, up her back and the back of her head.

His pace slowed, he gripped the dagger in his hand, and looked around.

After more than ten seconds, there was still no movement.

She turned back suspiciously and continued walking, when suddenly another whispered voice reached her ears.

"You shouldn't have come."

The sound was so faint that it seemed like an illusion.

“But I still came.” Xi Heng picked up on the joke, easing his tension a little.

"Turn back."

"who are you?"

"..." The voice did not reply.

Xi Heng ignored him and continued to approach Yin Wanluan's aura.

"Otherwise, you'll die." Another whispered voice followed.

She ignored him and took a few more steps.

The whispers turned into fragmented murmurs, overlapping into an indistinguishable, eerie noise that kept whispering in her ear.

These sounds were indistinct, as if thousands of words were coming at once, making it extremely difficult to extract a single sentence to understand.

Many of them were accompanied by pitiful, shrill cries, as if they were sounds from the netherworld.

Xi Heng subconsciously wanted to stop, but then he thought that he had already come this far and was unwilling to give up halfway.

The journey continues.

Five steps later, a thick black fog suddenly appeared at the front.

Black mist burst forth from the gaps between the corpses below, gathering in the air to form strange, demonic shapes.

Its aura was similar to the vengeful ghost that Xi Heng had defeated in the outside world, only it was larger and more chaotic.

The vengeful ghosts seen in the mortal realm are still barely human-shaped, but their upper bodies are too huge, and their faces are ferocious and twisted, resembling lion demons.

The creature before them was truly indescribable. It had no head, only a number of bizarre and twisted horns growing from its broken neck. It had four arms of different sizes, and its wide, wall-like waist was covered with the faces of wailing, resentful spirits. These transparent faces formed the tail of a fish beneath its body.

No matter how you look at it, this thing is a genuine monster.

After it revealed itself, countless vengeful spirits around its waist stared at it, radiating intense malice.

"Do I need to kill you too if I want to see Yin Wanluan?" Xi Heng gripped the small dagger in his hand, assuming a fighting stance.

The monster then pulled a longsword made entirely of corpses from the endless carcasses below, causing the earth to tremble.

"We are the greatest grievance."

Countless whispers coalesced into a single sentence, uttered by the hundreds of corpses that formed the longsword in the monster's hand: "You helped us in the mortal realm... Go back, you won't die."

"but,"

“But if you help that person separate us… you will die.”

"go back!"

Immediately afterwards, it wasn't just the corpses on the sword blades that were speaking; even the ground, the hills, and the bones beneath Xi Heng's feet were all speaking to her.

"Go back! Go back! Go back!"

Xi Heng coughed lightly, and the world immediately fell silent.

Five hundred vengeful ghost faces on the monster's waist stared intently at her, awaiting her answer.

"Sorry, no."

The slender, blood-red girl pointed her dagger at the behemoth hundreds of times her size and said:

"Anyone who gets in my way must die."

……

Volume 1: Chapter 236, Moving with the Times

Hills of gray-black, fragmented corpses and grotesque ghostly remains stood in the distance. Xi Heng paused on the plain of corpses below.

Although they had not yet set foot on the mountain, they could sense from afar that Yin Wanluan's aura was stationed above that high hill.

Perhaps the other person is up there, and may have already sensed her arrival.

Unfortunately, a giant monster calling itself 'Great Vengeance' was blocking her way.

The monster was enveloped in a gray-black aura of resentment. Its body was chaotic and partially transparent. It was headless, and its broad abdomen was filled with various distorted and ferocious faces of vengeful spirits. It held a greatsword made entirely of corpses in one hand.

The hilt was made of a mass of dry, hard human sticks, each head tilted to the side as if broken off. The dark hilt resembled a strange mass of flesh with many internal organs stuck together, and some liquid could be faintly seen dripping from it.

The blade is made from the thinnest, truly slender, withered corpses with their bellies pressed against their backs.

The withered arms stretched out in all directions, and when the sword was swung, they made a sound like the wind blowing through tree branches.

It simply stood there, yet it exuded layers of deathly aura and a dense, chilling feeling.

Not far below, Xi Heng held only a small dagger made of resentful fire, facing this enormous and terrifying monster.

She felt a little nervous, but more than nervous, she felt a sense of oppression caused by the heavy resentment.

The physical body is also affected by the suppression, as if the earth's gravity has increased, and the effort required to move a step has multiplied.

A chill ran from her tailbone to the back of her head, and both her body and mind were constantly telling her that what was in front of her was extremely dangerous.

If they rushed in, they probably wouldn't last a single move before dying.

And at this moment, it is different from when the outside world faces the Corpse Dragon.

The Corpse Dragon moved stiffly, and with the support of the Netherworld Sect behind her, she was able to successfully bypass the Corpse Dragon and directly reach the Pure Fire.

There's no support from behind, and this monster in front of her doesn't seem like it'll let her pass easily.

No matter how you look at it, the best option is to listen to the other party and back down.

But Xi Heng wouldn't choose it.

"It's enough to risk my life to test this thing's strength," she thought.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure of resentment, the blood-covered girl took a deep breath, held the dagger horizontally to her chest, and suddenly sprinted forward.

The five hundred vengeful spirits around the monster's waist immediately changed their expressions from wary to hateful.

The black aura intensified, and the wailing sounds echoed repeatedly, shattering her unprotected eardrums.

Before they even touched it, blood began to flow from its seven orifices.

Using the pain to squeeze out a bit of strength from his bone marrow, Xi Heng activated his internal energy, his figure transforming into a blur, crossing over a hundred meters to reach the enemy's abdomen, which was filled with the face of a vengeful spirit.

Rotate your wrists, push both hands against the hilt of the dagger, and thrust forward with all your might—

Dozens of vengeful spirits emerged from the enemy's abdomen as if to retaliate, but the dagger had already arrived first, piercing the chaotic surface of the enemy's body.

咔、

The sharp blade struck the black and gray surface, producing a sound like shattering glass, and simultaneously eliciting a shrill howl from the vengeful spirit.

Xi Heng couldn't hear it, but he could see several cracks appearing where the sharp blade had pierced him.

When the sword was drawn, the cracks shattered, creating a hole the size of an arm, from which thick black smoke emanated.

"A tangible, dense resentment?" She had barely recognized what it was when black energy wrapped around her wrist, pulling her as if trying to shove her into a crack.

Xi Heng changed his mind and caused the resentment to emanate from his body and cover his wrist.

The entanglement and pulling sensation of the black aura dissipated instantly, and the damage from the shrieks of the surrounding vengeful spirits also decreased slightly.

"As a form of resentment with a higher level of existence, the 'Resentful Fire' seems to have a slight suppressive effect."

"Fire..." The vengeful spirit stopped its shrieking, stared at the deep red flames on her wrist, and spoke in a strange voice: "This is not something you should have."

Xi Heng ignored it. Since the enemy did not immediately retaliate, she continued to thrust forward.

The vengeful fire dagger pierced straight in, causing another crack to appear.

With a sharp crack, the girl let out a long shout, leaped forward, and used the short dagger to tear a meter-long gash in the monster's abdomen.

The vengeful spirit instantly transformed into a hateful form, its howl transforming into a force that pushed her away.

A torrent of black gas leaked from its wound, and with the force of the impact, it burst forth, covering a radius of tens of meters.

After being knocked back, Xi Heng rolled over and stood firm, his eyes fixed on the wound he had cut himself.

After a large amount of black energy was released, small, shimmering objects appeared inside, their appearance completely different from the resentment.

That seems to be some kind of core—

Before she could even try to confirm, the giant sword of corpses came crashing down from above as if the sky were collapsing.

The giant sword emitted a whistling sound, and Xi Heng felt the air vibrate and his whole body feel oppressed. He subconsciously glanced upwards.

All she could see was the massive sword made of corpses filling her field of vision, crashing down with incredible speed.

"I can't move..."

She used all her strength to pull half of her body away, and the other half was covered in gray and black.

Immediately following, the black energy surged, accompanied by continuous booming sounds.

The surrounding area was filled with vengeful spirits, making the air thick and sticky.

After a few piercing howls, all sensations faded, and even the pain gradually dissipated.

……

As all sounds faded into the distance, an inexplicable gentleness and a soft, warm feeling, as if enveloped in a hot spring, enveloped her entire body and slowly lifted her up.

This feels quite familiar.

Xi Heng let out a soft breath.

I opened my eyes, and the words "Load Save" floated before my eyes.

She ignored it, and simply squatted down on the not-so-hard ground to relax.

The series of battles she had just fought had exhausted her strength and spirit.

That vengeful monster also had the ability to oppress a person's body and mind, causing her condition to worsen.

In the end, whether it was because her physical condition had reached its limit or because the monster used some special suppressive ability, she was ultimately unable to completely dodge the opponent's sword.

The outcome was decided in a single move.

"If I were in better condition, I might be able to figure out the origins of this monster."

Unfortunately, before this battle, there were two formidable enemies: the leader of the Seven Sects Alliance and the incarnation of the Vengeful Fire.

It seems quite difficult to enter the Wasteland of Corpses inside the Purifying Fire in perfect condition.

"Perhaps we should try to avoid the battle ahead..."

Xi Heng lay silently on the ground, quietly watching the endless gray swirling, and closed his eyes.

There is no concept of time here; she has no idea how long she has been resting.

Feeling refreshed and full of energy, she stretched out her delicate arms and yawned.

"Um... um."

He rubbed his eyes with one hand, regained his composure, and looked at the small panel next to the words "Load Save".

The text above is simple and unadorned:

Name: Zhao Xiheng

Realms: Martial Cultivation (Dan Jin) Spiritual Cultivation (Foundation Building)

Biological age: 25/360

Mental age: 62/1632

Save opportunities: 1