Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

A golden thread was tied to the gray-haired girl's left arm, and specks of spiritual light flowed out from her body.

Gradually, her left arm, which was already missing half, withered away, transforming into the shape of the withered arm of the surrounding corpse that had already lost all flesh and blood.

Before long, another boat arrived, dumping even more corpses onto it.

One of the pale, emaciated corpses landed on the gray-haired girl's shoulder, causing her to shudder and her extremely weak heart to pound violently.

Half a minute later, she suddenly opened her eyes as if she had a nightmare, gasped for breath as if she had been startled awake, and straightened up, severing the connection between her left upper arm and the golden tentacles.

"cough--"

Before Jin You could even comprehend the scene around him, he immediately covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Seeing the dark red, almost congealed bloody sputum in her palm, she cursed under her breath.

After taking a few deep breaths, he began to look around to assess his situation.

All that could be seen were piles of grayish-black corpses, one after another, resembling a winding mountain range.

The unprecedentedly large tree roots extended countless golden tendrils, connecting to each body that had not yet completely turned into a withered corpse, absorbing bits of spiritual light, and turning flesh and blood into its nutrients.

"Where is this...?" She looked around, but all she could see were corpses; there was hardly anything else around.

Looking up, she could see rocks and damp soil high above, and the strange stench of decay and piles of corpses hit her nose, almost making her already weak body vomit again.

However, after coughing a few times, he realized that his empty stomach had nothing to vomit.

She clutched her throbbing head and looked around, where she saw several familiar faces from her previous team.

"Yousi, Ganggui, the broker, and that sword-wielding master... are they all... dead?"

The flesh and blood of these corpses withered even faster; half of them had already withered.

"Is this hell?" she murmured to herself. "Am I already dead?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her vision flickered and immediately became blurry.

Jin You rubbed her eyes and opened them again, only to see a phantom of a woman with red eyes, wearing a black robe and with white hair, suddenly appear before her.

The figure was not clear; only the general shape could be discerned, and even the facial features were not clearly visible.

She looked over and said in a clear voice:

"You're not dead yet."

"..." Jin You froze for a moment, then propped herself up and asked warily, "Where is this? Who are you?"

Xi Heng's illusory figure slowly crouched down, his fingers stroking the withered limbs on the ground, vaguely sensing that there was a rather dense aura of death sealed in this place.

She was quite familiar with this deathly aura and the surrounding landscape of mountains of corpses.

So instead of answering the other person's question, he asked in return:

Do you know where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth comes from?

The other person stared intently, remaining silent for several seconds as if trying to see through her secrets.

The final answer was: "Spiritual energy is the rise and fall of Yin and Yang in heaven and earth, the fusion of the essence of the sun and moon, the interaction of the Qi of heaven and earth, and the birth and creation of all things."

“Theoretically, it’s quite good.” Xi Heng nodded, “But in reality, it’s not so good.”

"What do you mean?"

“Well… this sea of ​​corpses around you is not hell, but a factory for producing spiritual energy.” Xi Heng had already figured it out: “The superior beings of this world throw the corpses here, using tree roots to absorb and refine the spirit of flesh and blood and the corpses themselves, using the corpses to nourish the upper realm.”

"Corpses, spiritual power?" The other party was dazed for a moment: "Is this the Land of Returning Trees?"

“That’s right, using all the mortals in the city to refine spirits is indeed efficient… I’m afraid every city in your world has installed such facilities.” The white-haired girl murmured.

"The spiritual power we use is extracted from corpses?" Jin You slowly looked around. "And after death, we will come to this place and be extracted into spiritual power?"

"exactly."

"...Is this what they call the cycle of life and death under the tree?" She gave a bitter laugh, and only when she saw that Xi Heng had no hostility did she slowly squat down.

At that moment, Jin You noticed that her left upper arm had also withered, and subconsciously said:

"It's so ugly."

She was slender, with neat short gray hair that fell just to her neck, the front of which partially obscured her beautiful features, making her features appear distinctly strong.

Beneath her brows, her pale purple pupils sparkled, adding to her captivating charm.

Despite its withered and damaged state, the broken body possesses a unique beauty.

The white-haired girl tilted her head, saying nothing more.

A moment later, the other person spoke again:

"Then, who are you? You're not dead, so why are you here?"

"You didn't die, did you?"

"I should have died before... but I don't know why I came back to life," the other person said hesitantly.

“People possessed by the Nirvana Fire Egg don’t die so easily,” Xi Heng said directly. “I am the Glazed Fire that you stole from that company. Now we are in the same body… Of course, the main consciousness is you.”

She could clearly feel that she could not take over the body when the other person was conscious.

However, his own spiritual sense was much stronger, and it would spontaneously erode the other person's mind.

It's likely that before long, the other person's mind will be severely weakened, and ownership of this body will belong to her.

"Glazed Fire?"

“Hmm.” The white-haired girl hesitated for a moment before speaking: “However, your consciousness is too weak and too close to mine. Even if I am unwilling, your consciousness will gradually weaken and eventually I will take over your body—perhaps in a year, perhaps in two years.”

"..." Jin You remained silent, seemingly unable to understand for a moment.

After waiting for two minutes, she finally let out a breath and said:

"Damn it, I shouldn't have taken this lousy job."

"In any case, now that you've embarked on this path, you should make a choice." Xi Heng asked:

"So, are you going to find a way to move me out, or just pretend you're dead and give me your body?"

"I want to live!" Jin You swung his withered left arm violently, smashing the grayish-white prosthetic arm of his lower arm apart and causing it to fall off.

With two rolling sounds, the prosthetic limb rolled down from the pile of corpses and came to a stop some distance away.

This took up all the strength she had left, and she was panting heavily after swinging the weapon.

Then, she propped herself up with only her right hand, and after catching her breath, Chao Xiheng said:

"I'm sorry... I know you saved me, and I should repay you, but I have to live, I must live."

The white-haired girl looked at her quietly, her expression unchanged.

“If I can manage to do that later, I can find you a body… But right now, no matter what I do, I have to get out of this hell… and survive.”

Her voice was weak and halting.

Moving around was also very slow; it took a lot of effort to move forward even one meter by supporting himself with his only remaining right hand.

Because both her legs and prosthetic limbs were no longer functional, she could only barely crawl on the mountain of corpses.

Xi Heng watched as the other party approached the corpse beside him and began to examine the spirit bodies installed on the corpse one by one, muttering the word "damaged".

She crawled for more than ten meters and finally removed a leg from a withered corpse that was still somewhat human except for its head. She then removed her own damaged leg and replaced it with the corpse's.

A few minutes later, after a spasm in her prosthetic leg, she was finally able to move her left leg with some difficulty.

Then she stood up again, staggering as she walked toward another corpse, and removed a rather rough-looking right leg and attached it to herself.

Not long after, Jin You found another left arm to insert into his body, but the withered upper arm could no longer transmit spiritual light, and no matter how complete the left prosthetic arm was, it could no longer be used.

Jin You shook her head and then disassembled and discarded the arm again.

"Can prosthetic bodies be inserted and replaced so easily?" The white-haired girl next to her suddenly asked, seeing that her steps had become steady.

"This is called a spiritual body," the other party replied silently.

“Normally it wouldn’t be this quick, but these people are all dead, their blood has dried up, so as long as it matches the body’s implant, it can be replaced.”

As she spoke, she rummaged through the relatively intact clothing of the corpse and found a few satiety pills. She picked one up and put it in her mouth without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, he covered his face, frowned, and swallowed it with a contorted expression.

"No matter how many times... it's still disgusting," she said through gritted teeth.

Is it really that bad?

Xi Heng was very glad that he had not yet reconnected to this body's sense of smell and taste.

"To say it tastes like chewing wax is already a compliment that beautifies the truth by dozens of times. If you ask me, this thing is—" Jin You ultimately didn't say the word, but just coughed twice, wiped her mouth and continued what she was doing.

"That shouldn't be the case. Even if a pill is ruined during refining, it shouldn't be this bad." Xi Heng nodded slightly.

"The United Pills are no good. They deliberately made these 'Feast Pills,' which all commoners have to eat, increasingly disgusting in order to increase sales of Flavor Pills," the gray-haired girl sneered.

However, eating did help her regain some strength.

After supporting herself with one hand, she began to walk steadily and slowly up the mountain of corpses.

He observed his surroundings and muttered to himself how to escape from this sea of ​​corpses.

“Every now and then a flying boat will come to dump the corpses. Try to board it before it leaves, and you should be able to get out,” Xi Heng replied casually.

"Thank you." The other party then sat down on the mountainside of Corpse Mountain and waited quietly, while silently planning his next move.

After a while, she looked at the slightly blurry white-haired girl beside her and asked:

"Are you from another world?"

"Ah."

"Is there another world beyond this one...? So the Fire Lotus Gang's propaganda was right." She muttered to herself, "What's that other world like? Is it better than ours?"

"It's alright, some of them aren't that great either." Xi Heng thought of the deadly hell, where the sea of ​​corpses was not much different from the surrounding scenery.

"Then why did you come to this world?"

"My cultivation level couldn't improve over there, so I could only try to fly to other realms to cultivate. It was just a coincidence that I ended up in this realm." Xi Heng waved his hand.

"Are you a cultivator?" The other person blinked.

“Indeed, although most people in your world are just mortals who borrow spiritual power, there must also be true cultivators.” Xi Heng nodded: “I just didn’t expect that you, as a mortal, would know about cultivation.”

“Other mortals don’t understand what cultivation is; I’m a bit different.” Jin You looked up, his vision filled only with the dark earthen ceiling, and whispered:

"I was once a celestial being."

"Gao Tianren, is he a cultivator?" Xi Heng only wanted to fill in the gaps in his worldview and wasn't very interested in this person's story.

"Hmm... the High Celestials have cultivation methods that allow them to draw qi into their bodies, forming vortexes, condensing golden cores, and nascent souls. Their power is earth-shattering, and they can live for hundreds of years." Jin You's mind always stirred when he spoke of the High Celestials.

"The Great Forest has thirty-six cities, each with a high heaven in the center, where people cultivate immortality and live long lives."

"And in Changping Jingli, which is known as the 'Central City', there is a 'Supreme Heaven' that is said to have even produced a cultivator who has reached a realm beyond the Nascent Soul stage."

"Transformation into a Divine Realm cultivator," Xi Heng uttered.

"The realm of Nascent Soul? That seems to be the name," the other murmured. "I wonder what it's like."

The white-haired girl stood silently by, lost in thought, without saying a word.

"Regardless of the present, I'm just an ordinary bounty hunter who can't even get into the city. If I want to live peacefully, I have to do everything I can." The other person propped himself up:

"time to go……"

Beneath the mountain of corpses, a dark gray, square boat carrying the bodies drifted by.

It turned around and threw down the large number of fresh corpses it was carrying. Just as it was about to leave, a gray-haired girl silently climbed onto its boat.

The boat slowly moved away, and the gray-haired girl lay on it, quietly looking up as the ceiling made of gray stone and soil receded, carrying her away from this overly spacious underground cemetery.

Two hours later, the boat finally rose to a high place and emerged from the dark tunnel.

The light rain outside sprinkled on the girl who was as still as a corpse, and the stuffy air felt refreshingly fresh for the first time.

She moved slowly, climbed onto the back of the cart, and looked out at the scenery. She saw that this place was outside the outskirts of Xiping City.

The surrounding area is desolate and barren, with only a few scattered, withered trees planted.

Looking up, one can see a large, gleaming city standing in the rain and mist.

The colorful neon billboards formed by the radiant light complemented the pale golden glow emanating from the various high-rise buildings. The flying boats radiating light floated like fireflies, and the colors of the large projection advertisements changed constantly. In the hazy mist, the various colors blended into one.