Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"This is my own space. Currently, it doesn't have as much spiritual energy as Da Zhao's, but it will be replenished later. If you'd like to leave with me, just go inside."

Without hesitation, Chen Fenghuo stepped forward, his bare feet touching the stone slabs as he approached the outline of the spirit fire.

Without any pause, we stepped directly inside.

His physical body had entered halfway through, and he glanced back at this world one last time before taking another step forward.

The blonde woman disappeared, and then Xi Heng entered amidst the flickering flames.

A small golden tree, a thousand meters tall, stands in the center of the Spirit Fire Space, surrounded by the villages and towns of the Spirit Creators. Clear water gathers from the tree roots and turns into streams that flow around it. Under the golden light, the Spirit Creators are still busy with their normal lives.

Chen Fenghuo arrived at the top of the hill and looked around. He saw that each of the spirit beings was exquisitely beautiful, which made him feel strange.

Xi Heng moved closer to him and explained:

"This place is called Penglai by the spirit beings below. It is tens of thousands of meters in diameter and width. It will grow and expand again after I advance... At that time, I can plant a hundred divine trees here."

"The spiritual energy here may not be enough to help you cultivate. You can find a place to build a residence, or go to a courtyard on a distant sky island to live in and wait for the time being."

"Mm," Chen Fenghuo replied calmly.

"My promotion may be quick, or it may take a long time. Please wait for now." After saying that, the girl raised her hand and used spatial magic to take a vermilion spiritual fruit from the tree and toss it to the other party.

The blonde woman caught it with both hands, and Chao Xiheng nodded gently.

"The Immortal Master just mentioned the three words 'Spirit Creation Body,' what is that?" The other party's eyes showed curiosity.

“Spirit-created beings, also known as artificial beings, pseudo-humans, or androids, are special puppets made from spiritual light. They possess spirituality and self-awareness, and in daily life, they are no different from real people… If you wish to live in the town below, simply treat them as ordinary people,” she explained.

"..." The blonde woman understood for a moment, and after a few seconds said, "I understand."

"Well then, see you later." Xi Heng suddenly transformed into flames and disappeared back into the outside world.

Immediately afterwards, as his thoughts shifted, the figure suddenly vanished once more.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes and saw that the space in front of her had become a gray loading screen.

The words "Load Save" glowing in blue floated in front of him, while his personal data panel was on the side.

She glanced at it, saw that there were no major changes, and didn't look at it for long.

He simply opened the spiritual fire in front of him and saw the scene of time stopping in the spiritual fire space.

Chen Fenghuo froze, looking down at the crimson spirit fruit in his hand, his eyes seemingly deep in thought, his body motionless.

As Xi Heng looked at it, he naturally recalled the way the other party had paused when he took out the Cloud Fist in Da Zhao...

"Although both involve time stopping, the reasons are slightly different." She had a premonition:

"The previous time stop was because Yun Tong did not exist at that time... but in this save file space, there is no time at all."

"People in this world are only conscious and capable of functioning when they are within the time they are supposed to be in; once they arrive here, they make no sound or movement."

"I am the only one who is not bound by time, able to move freely in this still place, and also able to do as I please at other times..."

“So, I am someone who exists outside of time,” Xi Heng murmured to himself.

"By the way, besides using the system to load saves and use the power of time normally, does the attribute of being outside of time have any other special uses?"

Xi Heng felt that this attribute should be quite powerful.

Normal use of the power of time is just a side effect; there are other, better uses yet to be discovered.

However, even if one realizes this, one cannot think of or find any other use for it in the short term.

I kept it to myself and then got down to business.

The girl raised her finger and tapped the save file; the blue text rippled and transformed into many saved images.

I chose the first save file in the Senluo Domain, and immediately a feeling of transformation washed over my entire body.

My consciousness went haywire for a moment, and then my vision went black.

Then, the overwhelming sound of advertisements came from all directions, and the wind blew through the gray hair on my body.

She calmed herself down, recalled her past experiences, and followed her previous practice to hand over this body to Jin You in this archive.

Together with her, they ascended to the heavens, regained the power of the Golden Core, and entered the tree to fight the enemy. Then, they burned the tree, unleashing resentful flames that transformed it into the shape of a fire phoenix to quell the calamity, and finally returned to their original form.

After the chaos in Xiping City subsided, Xi Heng and Jin You spent a few days together before Xi Heng boarded a flying boat and left for Changping Capital.

The flying boat traversed the sea of ​​clouds, from a golden tree-crowned sky island to the foot of another golden light sky island.

This world has not yet been invaded by the Black Tide, and everything remains as peaceful and stable as it is now.

As the flying boat came to a stop and Xi Heng disembarked, he coincidentally encountered Miss Yun Tong from another timeline, whom Zheng greeted at the dock.

Upon seeing this scene, Xi Heng subconsciously wondered what it would be like if Yun Tong from this world were also brought into the flexible space, and the two met.

However, she ultimately did not do anything strange out of curiosity. After leaving Tingzhouping, she went to find Duguangge, who managed Changpingjing.

With her peak Nascent Soul cultivation, she would receive preferential treatment wherever she went.

Even without any personal contributions, one still receives exceptional treatment upon entering the Contribution Department of the Tokyo Pavilion.

Once inside, Xi Heng asked the people there where the deepest part of the wasteland outside the city was, and he said frankly that he was collecting promotion materials and was looking for the Grass of No Return in the wasteland.

This was not something that needed to be kept secret, and the people of Duguang Pavilion immediately began searching. Before long, they presented the information they knew.

Xi Heng thus learned that 'deep in the wasteland' was not a single location, but rather four abandoned cities in different locations.

Each of these cities contained several powerful vengeful spirits, which is why they were abandoned hundreds of years ago.

The Unreturning Grass exists in places where resentment and evil energy are most concentrated. The four cities indicated by Du Guangge are the most likely places where this rare item is born.

"Another major grievance to deal with... How many times has this happened?" She clicked her tongue.

The girl casually thanked the cautious members of the Duguang Pavilion and then vanished in a flash.

It flashed past the inner and outer city several times before stepping directly onto the wasteland outside the city.

Heading towards an absolutely desolate place.

……

Volume 1: Taking a Day Off

My head is spinning, I'm taking another day off today.

(＞人＜；) I'm sorry!

Purple sweet potato pudding

Volume 1: Chapter 334, A Weary Journey

One month later.

Having traversed two desolate and abandoned cities, Miss Xiheng continues her journey across the boundless, barren yellow sand.

The brocade shoes left faint marks on the hard sand, and the animal moved forward step by step.

The footprints stretched out slowly, pointing to a place where the ground was becoming increasingly dark and damp.

The area before us was distinctly different from the barren wasteland filled with yellow sand. It was not dry and cracked; the sand had softened and been stained black, making it look like a rare piece of muddy land in this world.

But the dark thing was not soil; it was a strange object filled with resentment.

Using the eerie vision, one can see ghostly spirits floating above, their strange, dark, and undulating forms constantly expanding and contracting.

If any mortal were to step onto this pitch-black soil, they would be dragged into a bizarre realm by vengeful spirits and die instantly.

The girl stopped before the black wasteland.

Before her was the place where the Black Tide converged, a place she had learned about after passing through two abandoned cities controlled by the Great Vengeance.

In a few decades, the Black Tide will mature from this place and evolve into an overwhelming darkness that will engulf Changpingjing.

This process is difficult to stop; as long as the resentment in the world exceeds a certain limit, the Black Tide will inevitably be born.

Even if a powerful cultivator were to use magic to level this place, even if the ground were evaporated by five or six hundred meters, the black tide would still be born—at most, it would just be in a different location and arrive a little later.

She came here today not to deal with the Black Tide of this world, but because the place where the Black Tide was born is the place with the most intense resentment in the world, and there should be a Herb of No Return there.

We had passed through several deserted cities without finding any trace of the Unreturning Grass. If it wasn't found in this patch of black soil, there might be nowhere else to look for it.

Xi Heng slowly walked in, his brocade shoes falling into the damp black mud, only kept clean by the spiritual light supporting them.

Many unconscious spirits looked at her, but whether it was resentment or death, she was far more profound than these ordinary spirits.

The ghosts saw this and bowed their heads to her one by one.

With each step the girl took, her figure became more and more similar to that of the Lord of the Dead Realm back then.

The redness in his eyes intensified, his skin turned grayish-white, and his skin texture gradually transformed into a porcelain-like, inhuman smoothness.

Several cracks appeared on the shoulder and spread slightly.

The further you go in, the more perfect the changes become.

Moreover, the surrounding scenery became increasingly dark.

Soon after, a sense of shifting perspective arose, and the girl skillfully absorbed the eerie aura around her.

Take another step forward, and your consciousness will be drawn into a bizarre realm.

My vision blurred and shifted, and the strange black soil transformed into an imperial city covered in black markings.

Whether it's the stone slabs paving the ground, the red bricks and tiles of the city walls, the beams and pillars, or even the window screens and paper frames, everything seems to have been stained with numerous twisted black marks, as if a horde of strange creatures covered in ink had crawled over them.

The patterns resemble tentacles, flower branches, or even a strange magic circle.

The shapes are chaotic, but after looking at them a few more times, you can see some patterns in them.

Xi Heng glanced at it a few times, but didn't pay much attention.

Each of the great vengeful spirits governs a distinctly different realm, whether it be towering buildings, rural villages, or a palace like the one before us.

The appearance of a ghostly realm is formed unconsciously by a large amount of resentment and hatred, and generally has no special meaning.

She followed her divine sense and walked to the center of the palace.

The imperial guards, clad in full black armor, stood on both sides of the palace road, their long halberds bearing bizarre shapes, resembling long sticks with a twisted ball of black fire standing upright on them.

The girl's mind raced, and she traversed the distance to arrive directly at the central hall.

Climb the steps and step inside.

Inside, vengeful spirits and officials pay homage to a twisted, pitch-black humanoid figure on the throne, whose entire body drips with black liquid.

The thing had two bright golden eyes and looked down at the people entering the hall.

A sinister aura swept in, but Xi Heng continued forward.

"A powerful outsider with strength that is almost unpredictable..." The strange black figure on the throne slowly spoke: "What do you want from coming here?"

“The grass that never returns,” Xi Hengzhi said.

“Okay.” Yuan Gui’s communication was always straightforward: “Conquer a city for me, and I’ll take the Grass of No Return.”

"No way." The girl shook her head. "I'll be leaving soon. I have no interest in getting involved in the trivial matters of your Senluo Domain."

"Then let's leave," the immature Kuroshio said calmly.

“I’m not here to invite you. If you don’t hand it over, I will inform the Nascent Soul cultivators of Changping Capital of the location of this birthplace.” Xi Heng said, “Although this won’t stop you from eventually sweeping across the world, it can at least delay things for another ten years or so.”

"..."

The figure on the throne did not answer, but the officials formed by the black ghosts around her suddenly turned their heads and stared at her.

A moment of silence fell as Xi Heng and the shadowy figure on the throne calmly stared at each other.

The moment the black light flickered in the shadowy figure's eyes, the bodies of the surrounding officials exploded with a bang.

With a loud bang, her physical body transformed into black mud and expanded, transforming into a black tide that surged towards her in a mere half-second—

Xi Heng pushed forward with one hand, and a roaring fire blocked the tide.

The interplay of light and darkness, their immense power distorting the surrounding eerie landscape, caused a profound transformation.

The main hall rotates upside down, and the surrounding palace roads twist and turn, enveloping the entire eerie area into a sphere.

The black mud and the raging fire alternated fiercely, like the Tai Chi symbol.

I don't know how much time passed—maybe just half an hour, maybe a whole day.

After the forces of both sides were worn down to a certain extent, the Black Tide finally gave way a little.

Xi Heng naturally stopped his attack, causing the huge sphere formed by the flames and black mud to reopen, gradually restoring its original palace scene amidst the distortion.