Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Perhaps, her current level of understanding is not yet sufficient for her to access such profound matters.

When Xi Heng came to his senses, he found himself stained gray-black by the deathly aura.

She closed her eyes, moved her stiff arms, and assumed a standard cross-legged sitting posture.

The words "Wait for the file to load" appeared before my eyes.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves around.

Wild rabbits hurriedly ran out from the mountain forest and grassland in front of the cave, their long ears trembling. They stopped and stood up straight, looking at the location of the cave, before bending down and running closer.

But as its furry calves stepped through the cave entrance, its originally light brown fur suddenly turned grayish-black.

The overwhelming death aura caused him to lose consciousness instantly and fall straight to the ground.

……

With a floating sensation like being immersed in a hot spring, Xi Heng opened his eyes and found himself back in the gray save/load space.

She rubbed her cheek with her fingers, glancing at the physiological and psychological lifespan displayed on the interface next to her.

After making an estimate, he muttered to himself:

"So you've been in the mortal realm for three and a half years this time...?"

For ordinary people, this is probably a very, very long time.

But she herself felt that not long had passed.

Even though I know that more than three years have passed, the actual time I feel like it was only a few months.

"Is it because the concept of time has changed again after transforming into a dragon once more, or is this simply how cultivation itself is?"

Xi Heng shook his head, glanced back at the tiny characters in front of him a few more times, then turned around and slowly lay down on the ground.

After gazing at the endless gray sky above for a short rest, I realized that a considerable amount of time had passed.

She propped herself up and sat up, rubbing her eyes with one hand while pointing at the words "load save" with the other.

As for which save file to read at this moment, naturally it is...

Xi Heng placed his finger at the bottom of the archive section, where a scene resembling a hellish world unfolded, with a sea of ​​blood, rolling thunder, and blazing fire.

A sense of distortion arose and enveloped her entire body.

With my eyes closed, a feeling of surfacing washes over me.

The next moment, thunder roared in the sky, and the sea of ​​blood surged and churned below, accompanied by the howling sound of raging flames.

"...I just woke up?" Xi Heng pouted.

The surrounding noises were like an extremely jarring alarm clock suddenly ringing in her ears, causing her hazy mind to tremble.

Immediately afterward, the purple-robed cultivator in front gripped his lightning-struck longsword and pointed it forward:

"If you don't move aside, you're all doomed!"

"Those words sound so familiar," the girl murmured to herself.

Then, she looked down at the sword she was holding, and then looked up at the enemy's imposing presence.

A murderous intent suddenly arose, and his hazy mind suddenly settled, becoming incredibly clear.

Once in the zone, Xi Heng immediately drew his sword and pointed it at his opponent, his eyes turning bloodshot again.

In the instant the sword was pointed, an invisible blade formed from above, tearing through the sky and falling like lightning.

The purple-robed cultivator opposite frowned and raised his thunder blade to block.

boom--

An explosion rang out, and the invisible sword paused for a moment due to the impact.

Suddenly, the giant sword became entangled with the lightning that exploded in the air, and then fell according to Xi Heng's will.

Zhui Songqiao opened his eyes wide, crossed his thumbs and pushed forward, adding another layer of lightning shield to the surface of the spiritual light shield around him.

However, the invisible giant sword instantly destroyed the lightning and struck the spiritual light beneath it.

Amidst the tremor, several cracks appeared on the surface of the aura shield.

The enemy grunted and waved his hand to repair the crack.

He turned to look at Xi Heng, his expression now even more solemn.

"What kind of spell is this?" He was very puzzled as to why a spell used by someone in the early stages of Foundation Establishment could break through his lightning magic.

How could such spiritual power exist in the fiery hell?

"This is martial arts." Xi Heng said casually, first slashing downwards with his sword, then suddenly thrusting upwards.

A thick, crimson-black sword aura surged forth, hurtling towards the distance.

Before that, another invisible greatsword suddenly materialized and slashed horizontally upwards.

Zhui Songqiao gritted his teeth, his fingers constantly changing, and then many spiritual patterns appeared in the air.

The sword was flicked forward, and several bolts of lightning immediately crashed down from the sky with a deafening roar.

The lightning continued to strike for a long time, like several giant pillars connecting heaven and earth, blocking Xi Heng's attack.

However, this natural power was absorbed by the invisible giant sword that was being swung, and the azure lightning transformed it into a tangible object, turning it into a lightning sword that slashed straight at the purple-robed cultivator in the air.

At this moment, it was impossible to tell which of the two was Lei Xiu.

Xi Heng gazed into the distance and let out a soft sigh.

The enemy's lightning magic is not entirely composed of spiritual power, but rather it draws upon the power of the heavens to summon lightning, and then amplifies and transforms it with spells.

And the mental martial arts she has newly cultivated are most easily manipulated by this kind of external force of heaven and earth.

Therefore, one can absorb the lightning strikes borrowed from the sky by the opponent with mental power and transform them into one's own power.

The solution to her move is quite simple: just be far enough away, out of the range that her mental energy can reach.

But the sword strike Xi Heng had just unleashed gave his opponent no time to react, heading straight for his life—

The giant lightning sword slashed down from the sky, slamming into the aura shield and blasting several conspicuous cracks.

From behind, a red and black sword aura carrying death energy arrived, but it struck the invisible giant sword formed from mental energy.

The greatsword immediately absorbed all the power within, also becoming stained with a chaotic reddish-black hue, inheriting the power of the sword energy, and its strength increased even more in an instant.

The purple-robed cultivator tried his best to maintain his defense. Although the surface of the shield around him had cracked, the damage did not spread due to the infusion of spiritual energy.

Until a thick black light appeared, seeping into the shield from the cracks created by the greatsword's slash...

The death energy touched him, immediately causing this peak Foundation Establishment expert to pause for a moment.

The output of spiritual energy was cut off, and the cracks in the shield rapidly expanded.

The opponent forcibly suppressed the first wisp of death energy, but more death energy surged in, making it even weaker.

Before long, the enemy could no longer hold out and was struck directly by the giant sword, which cleaved through the shield.

Lightning, death energy, and incomparably sharp sword energy struck him simultaneously, and the immense force sent him plummeting straight down into the sea of ​​blood below.

With a thud, it vanished without a trace.

Xi Heng quietly spun his sword and sheathed it at his waist, no longer glancing at the man, and flew towards the center of the Pure Fire Capital.

Whispering along the way:

"I'm back, Da Yuan."

……

Volume 1: Chapter 243, The Battle Against the Sea of ​​Corpses

Pure Fire Original Capital.

The deep, viscous sea of ​​blood surged as the purple-robed cultivator plunged in, toppling over a few still-standing, charred high-rise buildings.

The enemy was defeated, and the lightning in the dark clouds in the sky had gradually faded.

Xi Heng then transformed into a streak of crimson light, traversing thousands of meters, flying through the sea of ​​blood, and stopping above the sacred altar in the center of the Pure Fire Capital.

Inside the altar, the pure fire, stained with chaotic colors, still surged fiercely.

It seemed to sense a threat, so it stretched out a tongue of fire and sent it into the ground, where a mangled corpse lay.

In mid-air, the girl descended the invisible steps formed by the surrounding terrain, her posture steady.

With each step, a few soft white ripples appeared where the foot touched the ground.

Her movements appeared slow, but it only took her a few seconds to walk back to the ground from the height of the sky.

At this moment, on the altar of purification fire, the corpse, which was infused with crimson and yellow flames, slowly stood up.

Its extremely emaciated body was covered with cracks and wounds, through which flame colors flowed.

There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, only deep black holes and a sliver of firelight.

This monster looked no different from other rigged corpses, but its movements did not show any madness or frenzy; instead, it appeared calm and peaceful.

It crouched down, its withered right hand inserted into the broken neck of another headless corpse, grasped the spine, and slowly pulled it out.

The spine, covered in rotten flesh, appeared, its color tinged with fire in its hand, as it raised its finger.

"There are quite a few obstacles blocking the way..." Xi Heng also conjured a deep red glass sword blade.

The monster blocking her way in front of the Pure Fire was probably similar in nature to the Crimson Dragon Corpse she had faced the last time she came here.

However, now that Jinghuo has no dragon corpse to use, he has no choice but to use this one remaining corpse to fight against her.

After a few seconds of staring at each other, the enemy stepped forward.

His posture resembled that of a sword cultivator, and he also possessed some of the charm of a mortal martial artist.

The spine sword, carrying crimson flames, thrust straight forward, but Xi Heng blocked it with his own sword.

The moment the two swords clashed, the opponent's flames weakened slightly.

Her resentment had a strong suppressive effect on this kind of rigor mortis.

Xi Heng let out a soft shout, sheathed his sword, and swiftly thrust it toward the enemy's heart.

The withered corpse moved swiftly, holding a long sword made of its spine across its chest.

Even if it was blocked, the bone sword shattered with a crack.

The Clear Flame Technique was activated, and the deep red glass burst into a vast expanse of resentful flames, covering the withered corpse.

After the sword strike, the white-haired girl ignored him and brushed past him.

She ascended the charred black stone steps of the altar, allowing the true form of the Pure Fire to draw ever closer, until it completely obscured her vision.

Behind them, the withered old corpse fell silently, its body shattering like a charred wooden stake.

A few wisps of resentful fire returned, forming the glass blade.

The girl reached out and touched the pure fire, watching the white or yellow flames flow through her palm.

Then he stepped into the raging fire.

……

Xi Heng's vision was filled with white light, and a surging sensation surrounded his entire body.

This was the third time I had entered, and I was already on guard. After being teleported, I was no longer dizzy.

She suppressed the inexplicable noise in her ears, opened her eyes, and saw once again the desolate wasteland of corpses.

The sky above was dark, like the overcast sky outside, but not a single cloud could be seen.

The earth was gray and black, composed of long-decomposed corpses, rotten limbs and flesh, and countless heads.

She took a deep breath and slowly moved forward, facing a peak that was visible ahead.

The world was incredibly quiet; compared to the thunder and fire outside, this place was as peaceful as heaven... or hell.

The girl stepped across the ground made of corpses, occasionally crushing two or three heads or empty hearts.

She gazed at the distant peak of the desolate wasteland, sensing the faint presence of Yin Wanluan, and murmured:

"Speaking of which, what is Yin Wanluan doing in that place right now?"

"Is it to avoid a great grudge, and he sealed himself away using some secret method, or is he in the crucial stage of refining the Pure Fire and unable to spare the time?"