Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

She searched through her memories and found that she was missing a part of her recollection of what happened in the main hall.

The lost memory lasted only a few seconds, a blend of loss and disorientation, which would have been difficult to detect had Xi Heng not cultivated his mental state to such an extent.

She quickly discerned the error through the connection between her true form and her avatar—it was a name.

"Is it Su Xuanhua again..." the girl thought to herself.

This name seemed quite important in the eyes of the vaguely defined Venerable Tianque.

The moment I saw Xi Heng, I uttered that name.

When she was sent away, what secret method was used to make her forget her name?

"Who exactly is Su Xuanhua?" she wondered as she followed the navigator to the center of the city.

"Perhaps even the Venerable One is unaware... otherwise he wouldn't have asked me if my surname was Su."

"What we know is that the person should be a cultivator around the Nascent Soul stage, and came from the outside world... or is still in the outside world at this moment."

Xi Heng made a guess, and then put the thought aside.

It's just someone else's name, nothing to think too much about.

Before long, they arrived at the teleportation array on the side of Tiandu.

Upon first arriving at this place, she always felt that the formation in front of her looked really strange.

Unlike traditional arrays or complex, overlapping arrays in the Netherworld, the array before us is not flat, but rather semi-circular.

Floating in the air are giant, one-piece spirit stones engraved with intricate array patterns. Most of them are curved and have no support, yet they are fixed in the sky.

Even before Xi Heng got close, he could sense the unusually solidified space by using only his spiritual sense.

If spatial methods were used in this process, the efficiency would likely be reduced by a hundredfold.

However, in its central location, which is only a small area of ​​a dozen or so feet, the spatial fluctuations are extremely sensitive.

It is so sensitive that even ordinary mortals can gradually perceive the concept of 'space' through their sixth sense and cause some degree of disturbance.

As they drew closer, the teleportation array came into view—it looked like a grand spectacle built with spirit stones.

Countless enormous spirit stones curved in the air, forming a semi-circle around this area. In the center, near the top, there was a top-grade spirit stone the size of a building, carved into the shape of a heart. Its surface shimmered with spiritual light, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, in a rhythm like a heartbeat.

The navigator, dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, stepped forward and presented a smooth white talisman.

The talisman floated in the air, then pierced straight into the center of the great formation like a sword beam.

The spirit stone's heart suddenly trembled, and the surrounding arcs began to hum and spin.

As the rotation speed increased, the afterimages and shimmering light transformed the large array in front of us into a bluish-green sphere.

There is a path that leads directly to the center of the sphere, undisturbed by external objects.

Xi Heng stepped inside and, guided by the navigator, headed further in.

The sound of heartbeats echoed from within the great formation, growing increasingly fierce and rapid.

As she walked among them, looking around, she inexplicably felt as if she were inside a living creature.

The surrounding circular spirit stones are like bones, while the glowing array patterns are like meridians.

Ling Shi's heart pounded, and he stepped forward.

Gradually, the central area, which was once a sensitive space, became more active, and spatial rifts were torn open one after another.

The inside of the crack was filled with a flood of purple light, some of which were even dark purple and black, and they all seemed to be being torn apart by a transparent ghostly hand, growing larger and larger.

The sensitivity of spatial fluctuations increased exponentially. Even before Xi Heng set foot in that area, he already had the feeling that he would be teleported to a very distant place in the next instant.

Ghostly hands emerged from the dark purple cracks, releasing eerie black energy.

Xi Heng's gaze swept over the hundreds of cracks, and he tilted his head.

On the way, the navigator said that when the great formation is activated, it will cause a spatial tear, connecting with other places in the northern part of the Heavenly Realm where spatial fluctuations are intense.

She needed to find a crack without purple light and black energy among the hundreds of fissures within a short time after entering the great formation and step into it.

But now it seems that all the cracks in front of us are basically purplish-black in color.

"I didn't see any other white light or blue-green aura..."

After scanning the area with his spiritual sense again, he found that there was indeed no pure blue-white land among the hundreds of rifts.

"Is something... malfunctioning?"

Should we back down and wait until the repairs are completed before coming back?

"But...where do these purplish-black fissures lead?" she muttered to herself.

There was no one around, and no one answered.

The spirit stone's heart was still beating faster, and Xi Heng could feel the spiritual power emanating from it—a concentration that was definitely higher than that of a fifth-order spiritual vein at the Nascent Soul level.

This single, enormous, heart-shaped, top-grade spirit stone possesses more spiritual power than all the divine trees within her spirit fire space combined.

"If only I could refresh this spirit stone..." Amidst the chaotic ripples of space, Xi Heng was still thinking about other things.

When the turbulence becomes intense enough, no new cracks open.

Of the existing 157 fissures, nearly half are dark purple.

Nearly half of them were also bright purple, which is equally unsafe.

There are only two or three main colors, white and blue, but there is also a certain amount of purple mixed in.

"...Just pick one to go in." Xi Heng casually closed his eyes and pointed.

After pointing a few times, my finger instinctively stopped.

She then turned in the direction he was pointing and steadily walked towards him.

Because of the extreme sensitivity of space, if she causes even the slightest disturbance, she will be transported to an unpredictable and extremely distant place.

Therefore, one must concentrate one's mind to the utmost to walk steadily and slowly.

The girl steadied her breathing and slowly moved towards the more stable crevice.

Bypassing the pitch black and deep purple, approach that fading white light.

First, he reached out with one hand, and a ripple appeared on the surface of the space.

My fingers were on the other side of the crack, and I felt a bone-chilling cold.

This kind of cold is not of this world; it penetrates directly into the bone marrow and meridians, and carries a strong sense of erosion.

“If a cultivator were to extend their hand like this, that hand would probably be ruined…” Xi Heng withdrew his right hand, only to find that its surface was covered with a layer of white frost, and the surface was frozen and stiff.

Unable to use spiritual fire to heal for the time being, she could only look at her frozen right hand and think silently:

"How about using another rift for teleportation... Never mind, the other rifts don't look that great either."

She casually formed a protective hand seal, then stepped into it without hesitation.

Space trembled, and ripples spread across the entire body.

When visibility returned, all that could be seen was a world shrouded in darkness, with snow falling heavily, the ground frozen, and many ice sculptures of all sizes standing around, also covered in a layer of snow.

The snow wind howled deafeningly, and a chill permeated the air. Xi Heng strode quickly out of this chaotic area.

Looking around, the heavy snow was expected, but the ice sculptures were an exception.

She shook her frozen right hand, and the spiritual fire immediately restored it to its natural state.

With a flash, he approached the nearby ice sculpture, then waved his hand to summon a gust of wind, sweeping away the snow that had piled up on it—the snow wasn't particularly high yet, perhaps the cold calamity before them had only just occurred.

The ice sculptures are often over five meters tall, with bizarre shapes, and the creatures sealed inside are as strange as demons.

It was a giant-mouthed monster with several layers of fangs. The outermost layer of sharp teeth protruded chaotically, while the inner layer was slightly neater, yet still sharp as a well-polished hunter. It had a large head and a small body, with fragments of Taoist robes and streaks of cultivator's blood on its fangs. A faint purple light was visible in its throat, and its body surface was covered with chaotic purplish-black patterns.

Xi Heng examined it for a while, but couldn't tell what species it was.

"It has a large head and a light body, and has evolved sharp teeth to the extreme, but it has no stomach or internal organs, so it doesn't seem like a normal creature."

"This is probably one of the demons that are enemies of cultivators..."

These sculptures, which are three to five meters in size, are everywhere in the surrounding snowfield.

The monsters vary in appearance, but there are certain patterns: some have huge claws, some have huge teeth, some are a floating ghost head, and some are grotesque shapes with countless eyes all over their bodies.

Although they look terrifying, they are now just sculptures sealed in solid ice.

The surrounding air was icy and bone-chilling, and even she herself could hardly withstand it with her physical body alone. These ghosts and monsters were sealed here, so they probably couldn't get out.

The girl's figure flickered several times, revealing more monsters and also the frozen cultivators.

The cultivators and monsters, who were still in combat stances, were instantly frozen into statues.

It seemed that the bone-chilling cold appeared instantly, directly covering this area without giving any time to react.

Xi Heng examined them one by one and then learned that the cultivators who were frozen were all below the Nascent Soul stage, and the ice sculpture monster was about the same strength.

“There must be cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above participating in the battle here, after all, the Heavenly Realm is not lacking in cultivators... I just don’t know where they have all gone.”

Some cultivators still retain a small amount of spiritual energy in their bodies. Although they have lost their vitality, their spiritual energy has not completely dissipated.

This confirms her earlier conjecture that the blizzard and freezing weather did not last long.

This area may not have looked like this before.

After thinking for a moment, Xi Heng casually transmitted a message, asking if there were any other living people nearby.

But the world was vast and the snow was endless, and no one responded.

So he headed deeper into the area where the ice sculptures were even more densely packed—

The closer to the center, the more ice sculptures there are, and the more diverse the types of monsters become; the same applies to cultivators.

She gradually realized that this place was a battlefield, and that she had not come to the wrong place.

If she had arrived before the Ice Calamity descended, she would have been able to participate in resisting the external enemies and receive cultivation resources.

But an unexpected event disrupted this process.

As you walk, a huge footprint, several meters wide, is left on the snow, exuding a dark purple, eerie aura.

Looking back, the footprints stretched for dozens of miles.

A giant beast once passed through this place, but it was not frozen by the cold air... I wonder where I am now.

Xi Heng looked in the direction from which the various monsters were coming, his figure flashing several times.

During this time, the bone-chilling cold intensified rapidly, almost shattering the protective magic seal she had cast.

She clicked her tongue, drew some proper talismanic characters, and created a protective shield of spiritual light before continuing on her way.

In a flash, they advanced a hundred miles.

A few seconds later, a tall mountain radiating a dark blue light towards the sky appeared in the distance.

Its shape resembles a volcano, with only a single ridge, while the surrounding terrain is relatively flat.

A huge crack opened high up, emitting a dark, gas-like blue light that seeped into the clouds and triggered a blizzard.

The heavy snow blurred the entire landscape, and amidst this blur, Xi Heng saw many terrifying and ferocious-looking hundred-meter-tall giant beasts climbing the mountainside, their bodies covered with layers of ice and snow, their speed gradually slowing down.

A female cultivator in white stood atop the mountain, manipulating ice and snow to envelop the monster below, twisting it into snowballs and rolling them towards the crevice in the center of the mountain.

Xi Heng looked over, and the man, sensing her gaze, turned back and glanced at her from hundreds of miles away.

Those were ice-blue pupils.

Then, a chilling coldness seeped outward from the depths of her bones, instantly freezing the white-haired girl's body into an ice sculpture.

"..."

The girl used her spiritual fire to recreate a physical body beside her, and this time it didn't freeze again.

The other person glanced at her again, then ignored her and turned back to continue dealing with the monsters on the mountain.

Xi Heng hesitated for a moment, then chose to disregard his own safety and continue to approach.

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Volume 1: Chapter 352, Strange and Ghostly Appearance

Under the wind and snow, the girl's footsteps were light, leaving small footprints on the soft snow.

Before our eyes, at the crack at the summit of the icy blue mountain, a dense, chilling aura still roars forth.