Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Even though people know that if they don't unite, the realm of the gods will only face doom.

However, cultivators are not trees rooted in the forest; each has their own way of escaping to the void, making it impossible for them to unite as one.

In just three short months, the inherently selfish monks were unable to achieve the great feat of 'unity'.

Not to mention, even if they succeed, they will lose most of their spiritual power and be unable to continue cultivating.

The girl glanced at the people around her, but after a few seconds no one spoke.

She then continued:

"Knowing that you can't do it, I have another more direct way, which you can discuss and decide whether or not to do it."

"Please speak," a monk dressed in modern clothes said, bowing respectfully.

"The Great Resentment arose from the resentment of cultivators who have tormented mortals for thousands of years, and the black tide brewing today is also an aggregation of such resentment," Xi Heng said calmly.

"Although our current spiritual power is no match for it, we can still find a way to weaken the resentment that makes up the Black Tide."

"You mean..." The Nascent Soul cultivator frowned.

“Bring at least 95% of the cultivators in the world to Changping Capital, strip them of their spiritual power and cultivation, throw them into the Black Tide, and then let the great resentment destroy several outer cities. This can quell part of the Black Tide’s resentment.”

The white-haired girl calmly recounted this most cruel method.

Yin Wanluan had used a similar method when he was in the fiery hell to dispel some of his resentment.

No one in the forest mentioned this heretical path until she spoke of it now.

As soon as he finished speaking, no one dared to say anything, and their eyes showed astonishment.

However, the Nascent Soul cultivators remained calm and, after a few seconds, began to ponder their own thoughts.

A spiritual light flickered across the scene as each person used their telepathic communication techniques, then exchanged glances, still finding the atmosphere gloomy.

Xi Heng noticed that they hadn't come to an answer, but didn't take it to heart.

She simply twirled her fingers and wrapped a strand of her own hair around it.

The spiritual fire transformed, and strands of hair took the shape of a hairpin, which she tossed toward the purple-haired female sect leader of the Spirit Blood Temple to the side.

"You can discuss it slowly. If you're willing, then activate this hairpin." The girl yawned sleepily, covering her mouth, and then disappeared in a flash.

The surrounding scenery changed from Duguang Pavilion to his own courtyard. Xi Heng returned to his bedroom and rested for a while.

Upon waking the next day, he returned to the highest heavens to continue overseeing the defense of the entire city.

Although Xi Heng felt that the work at hand was meaningless, he had accepted the old cultivator's Tai Su Pill after all, so as a reward, he might as well stay for three more months until the end.

As for the hairpin that had been released earlier—she didn't believe anyone in this world could truly make that decision.

In this world, there are no cultivators like Yin Wanluan who would disregard everything to save the realm.

The previous Nascent Soul cultivator may have had this thought, but he is already dead.

Xi Heng stayed here to meditate and cultivate himself, doing nothing else.

We are just waiting for the black tide to engulf this world.

……

March passed slowly by...

During this time, large and small flying boats would frequently request protection from the divine tree and leave the city, much like spacecraft launching.

If one is unaware that calamities are lurking nearby, one might mistakenly believe that the world has already entered the space age.

Throughout the entire process, the spirit hairpin that Xi Heng sent was never used.

In the final days, only a handful of Nascent Soul cultivators remained in the city.

News of attacks on other outer cities also came one by one during this period. Xi Heng only took the time to use spatial teleportation to return to Xiping to help Jin You get through the crisis, and then ignored it.

On the last day, the golden silk was torn apart by the black tide, followed by a surging fog.

Just as a bucket of ink was poured into a pond, Changping, the capital city, was quickly stained gray and black.

In the end, Xi Heng only glanced at the city's dilapidated state from the edge of the highest heaven.

The black tide easily swallowed up many high-rise buildings, leaving only ruins like locusts passing through farmland.

The mortal bodies instantly turned into withered bones and fell to the ground. Some low-level cultivators who failed to buy boat tickets to escape also failed to escape this calamity. Their cultivation was completely dissipated and they were crushed into dust and never seen again.

The black tide surged forth, touching the tree trunk and corroding it, drawing out the eerie, coil-shaped spirit within the tree that was about to erupt.

The wailing and howling of demons continued unabated, their resentment erupting, and the faces of evil spirits filled the city.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire city was reduced to ruins, with less than one in ten thousand survivors.

The girl half-closed her eyes, about to return to the save file space, when she suddenly felt a strange fluctuation emanating from the city.

She subconsciously stopped thinking and tried to analyze this fluctuation.

But the fluctuation vanished in an instant, as swift as lightning, making it difficult for even her reaction speed to catch.

It left only a lingering aftertaste around it, before dissipating as quickly as wisps of smoke.

"The fluctuations seem illusory and not of reality..." Xi Heng muttered to himself, "The fact that they bloomed upon intrusion suggests that someone who has achieved something in the realm of illusion used a secret technique to protect their life."

She recalled that the chief cultivator of the Jin Yuan Sect in this generation practiced the "Zi Xu Ling Jing Gong".

She thought that the fluctuation just now was just a life-saving measure by the other party, and there was no need to pay attention to it.

So he stopped paying attention to these trivial matters at the Nascent Soul stage and continued to make his figure disappear into flames.

……

In the blink of an eye, the girl returned to the dark save space and looked at her personal panel, which had changed drastically once again.

Among them, the spiritual cultivation realm changed to the two words "transformation into a god", and the limit of psychological lifespan was directly increased by more than two times, reaching a terrifying number of 12,000.

When Xi Heng saw it, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unreality.

I no longer know how to understand the fact that 'lifespan reaches tens of thousands'.

What kind of creature could exist on Earth for ten thousand years...?

“And now, I’ve only used less than three or four hundred years…” the girl murmured to herself.

How should we spend tens of thousands of years?

"Do I no longer need to cultivate? Can I pause for a thousand or two thousand years?" she even wondered.

"Never mind, cultivation isn't a tiring thing."

Xi Heng was already used to cultivation, and if he suddenly stopped, he would be very free and bored.

However, seeing such a large number of psychological lifespans is still not quite something to be used to.

After a while, I shifted my gaze downwards to decide what to put in the save slot.

A few seconds later, a decision was made, and the image of the golden sword that Xi Heng had held when fighting the Black Tide appeared in the save screen.

This sword is composed of the golden light of the divine tree, the boundless spiritual power of the sun and moon, and the essence of heaven and earth. Its surface is decorated with hundreds of formations of various sizes, so it is no exaggeration to call it a divine weapon of the underworld.

After saving, the girl clicked to load the save file, returning to the second-to-last save file from her initial entry into the Senluo Domain.

She still needs a considerable amount of spiritual power to face the black tide that is brewing in the final save file.

The best way to obtain spiritual power now is still to farm the Divine Tree in Xiping City—she is quite skilled at it, and the previous hundred times she farmed it has almost made her body instinctively react, and she can do it in as little as fifteen minutes.

Now that he has become a deity, his efficiency will surely increase significantly again.

Perhaps by simply revealing his true form and unleashing his aura, he could make the divine tree bow down and then take it into his possession.

"Let's plant another two hundred trees this time... no, to be on the safe side, let's plant four hundred."

Xi Heng rubbed his fingers together, then clicked on the Xiping City Archives.

As the sensation of movement enveloped me, my vision became blurry and dim, then returned to clear and bright.

The familiar overlapping advertising sounds rang out again, a gentle breeze ruffled Jin You's faded gray hair, and Xi Heng instantly transformed into spiritual fire, gathering around him.

Without saying much, she arrived inside the divine tree from the city on the ground in an instant, facing the great resentment within.

With a simple swing of the golden sword drawn from his inventory, the great grudge was defeated.

He then teleported to the location of the Golden Light Divine Tree's spiritual essence, spread his Divine Transformation aura, and with a few simple words, made it submit.

Everything happened very quickly; it seemed like only about two minutes from start to finish.

It is seven times faster than when it was at the Nascent Soul stage.

Therefore, in the time it would normally take to obtain only one Divine Tree, Xi Heng was able to obtain seven.

And so it goes, over and over.

After an unknown amount of time, the four hundred divine trees were stored in the inventory.

She was still a little unsatisfied when she finished, so she brushed on a dozen more before gradually stopping.

In the hazy loading screen, Xi Heng, who had been busy for a long time, tilted his head and sat down on the soft ground.

"It felt like it didn't take long before I swiped so many times."

I didn't get tired during that time, because apart from the first few times, it became almost an instinctive action afterwards.

No need to think, just follow the simple process guide.

The girl silently recited the words "inventory" and a transparent blue frame appeared in front of her.

As you scroll further in, you'll find yourself surrounded by sacred trees.

"...Next, let's find a place to put the divine tree into the spirit fire space." Xi Heng snapped his fingers to close the inventory, twisted his legs to sit in a duck position, rested his left hand between his thighs, and clicked to load the save file with his right hand.

Swipe your finger to select the save file from the beginning at the foot of Medicine King Mountain.

As the vision dimmed, a familiar sense of flow returned.

Then I heard the cicadas chirping in the summer and the wind rustling the leaves.

Miss Xi Heng, with her black hair, sat up from the simple bed, her hair flowing smoothly.

Then, a spiritual fire arose from his chest, transforming his simple plain clothes into a red skirt with phoenix patterns, and dyeing his hair a pure white color.

Her skin was completely rejuvenated, and her eyes had a touch of red.

The girl stretched and yawned, causing ripples in the surrounding space as she softly murmured.

The scenery changed, and we entered the picturesque Spirit Fire Space.

Because the previous generation of the Spirit Blood Temple continuously sent a large number of new spiritual bodies, and under the surgery of the Great Spirit, they awakened and broke through the lifespan limit one by one, now there are more than 900,000 people, and the villages and towns have developed into cities.

The spirit beasts are also multiplying in their respective territories, and their numbers are increasing.

Because of the previous descent of the hundred divine trees, the spiritual energy concentration here is now sufficient for cultivation at the Nascent Soul stage.

Today, she will continue to plant four hundred more divine trees... I wonder what the concentration of spiritual energy in the space will reach after that.

In ancient times, spiritual veins were classified into different levels.

It is sufficient to supply the spiritual veins of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and can be called the fifth rank.

I wonder if planting more of these divine trees in my inventory will raise the spiritual energy concentration to the upper level of the fifth rank, or even enough for a further advancement to the sixth rank...

With these thoughts in mind, Xi Heng teleported to the uninhabited grassland on the west side of the space.

He took out the divine trees from his inventory and planted them one after another, just as he had done in the Great Zhao Dynasty.

The divine tree suddenly appeared and crushed the earth, causing the surrounding terrain to change rapidly and earthquakes to rage.

Ignoring the chaos, Xi Heng planted them one after another, and they grew into a dense forest.

The towering trees, like pillars supporting the heavens and earth, took root densely, expanding from one hundred to three hundred, and then growing to five hundred and twelve before finally stopping.

After finishing her work, the girl stayed there for a while to admire the towering golden pillar she had created, then her figure shifted and she returned to the save space.

Now, everything is finally ready.

Xi Heng casually kept the jade pendant he carried, then looked at the words "read the save file".

After clicking, your gaze will turn to the files at the bottom.

This is the world where she and Yin Wanluan agreed to break through the Black Tide.

"Going back."

Lift your index finger and press down.