Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Su Xuanhua, on the other side of the table, used his spiritual light to create the shape of the terrain and explained the planned route.

Along the way, they talked about red talisman puppets, the assistance that other cultivators could provide, the distribution of blood tide monsters, where they were densely packed and where they were sparse...

All known information was incorporated into the calculations to refine the itinerary.

After listening, Xi Heng said:

"Just give me the coordinates, and I'll teleport you there."

Su Xuanhua continued weaving spiritual light as a demonstration, shaking his head and saying:

"There are so-called checkpoints within the Crimson River Sect. Only after crossing them can you see the lower levels. If you skip them directly, the place you reach is not the true sect."

"Do we, as Nascent Soul and Deity Transformation cultivators, also need to undergo tests?" Xi Heng already knew that the highest level cultivator in the Xuanxiao Realm was only Deity Transformation.

“That’s right, but this test is designed for ordinary cultivators, and you and I should be able to pass it easily.”

"That's good."

Xi Heng gave an "oh" and continued to stick close to Chen Fenghuo.

The air in this world always smelled of blood, often giving her the feeling that she was on the edge of a large battlefield.

Only by relying on this person and experiencing their pure fragrance can one temporarily ignore the filth of this world.

"The outer layer is like this, but it is still difficult to truly enter the depths of the Crimson River Sect... It may be impossible to enter without the help of a Nascent Soul cultivator, so this plan has been put on hold until you arrive."

"Your realm no longer has any Nascent Soul cultivators?" Xi Heng asked, nuzzling Chen Fenghuo's shoulder and tilting his head.

"To delay the outbreak of the blood disaster, the elders of various factions have used forbidden techniques to transform their spiritual light into a barrier to protect the world. Most of them are still alive after hundreds of years, but they should not be touched rashly," the other party explained.

"Not a single one was left?"

"If we hadn't used our full strength back then, this world would have been destroyed on the thirty-third day after the blood tide infiltrated..." Su Xuanhua finished speaking and continued to explain the current plan:

"I heard about the treasure of the Crimson River Sect from its inner disciples. It is said that it can manipulate a large amount of blood disaster and has other abilities... This item is located at the bottom of the Crimson River Secret Realm. Only the sect leader's or elder's token can open the door to it. I obtained the token with Phoenix Fire before and have fully analyzed it, so I can access the permissions inside."

"Oh, okay." Xi Heng nodded after listening halfway through, "Just the three of us?"

Su Xuanhua nodded and repeated what he had said before:

"Currently, only a small number of cultivators can come to the surface from the largest Tianqin Protectorate in the world, and there are only a handful of free agents left. Therefore, no other cultivators have been prepared as backup. The rear has only provided a large number of red talisman puppets for us to use."

"How strong are the puppets?"

"It can barely deal with the Blood Tide monsters, at least hold them off for a while." This response came from Chen Fenghuo.

The ring on her hand contained dozens of puppets; she only needed to return to the shelter to retrieve them before commencing her operation.

"It doesn't seem to be of much use," Xi Heng said bluntly without any reservations. "I can also summon something to block the calamity."

"We've prepared for it, so we'll just have to use it," Su Xuanhua said nonchalantly, and then began to talk about the itinerary.

Seeing that the other party had already made a very good plan, Xi Heng gradually regained his focus as he listened.

Only a small amount of consciousness remained to remember what the other person said, while most of the attention was focused on the main body.

Time is long.

Once the plan was finalized, Chen Fenghuo sent out a messenger spirit beast to retrieve a spatial ring containing a large number of red talisman puppets. The group then left the stone cave within the cliff.

They boarded a flying boat whose surface was covered with fine red lines and headed southeast towards the headquarters of the Akahawa sect.

When hovering in the pale red mist, the red patterns on the flying boat glow slightly, causing monsters in the air to overlook this strange object.

This world suffered severe disasters and developed many spells and techniques to combat them during the apocalypse.

They sailed for a long time in the thin fog without encountering any obstacles.

It drifted slowly and steadily, its journey peaceful.

Although my own spatial techniques are definitely faster, I might encounter some trouble along the way.

Why not while away the time chatting with Chen Fenghuo on the soft cushions at the back of this flying boat, and sail slowly?

Time slipped away slowly during the conversation.

The airship, like a progress bar moving, glided across a long distance.

Three days later, Xi Heng used his spiritual power to amplify his vision and penetrate the red mist, and he could see a pyramid-shaped city in the distance, deep within the mist.

The city was surrounded by ordinary courtyard walls, only two or three meters high, with holes in the walls and thick wooden pillars with rough patterns. Even children could easily climb over them, and they didn't seem like they could stop people at all.

Behind the wall were massive, pyramidal towers made up of palaces of all sizes, with large and small halls densely packed together. There were no main roads, only small passageways and winding steps to walk through.

Without the means of flight, one might have to wander around like in a maze for a long time before it's possible to get from the bottom to the top.

When Xi Heng first saw this city, he felt a sense of chaos and disorder in his heart.

Especially now that a calamity has befallen us, the roof tiles, eaves, and pillars of many palaces are now corroded, damaged, and in disarray.

Some palace beams and pillars were broken, collapsed, and those that remained were not in much better condition. It was clear that many woodworms, which had grown ten times larger, were climbing and gnawing inside and out, making strange scraping sounds.

This was the first time she had ever seen a city with such a bizarre appearance.

It didn't look like a place for people to live; it looked more like the comb of some kind of beehive or ant nest had been transformed into a palace and moved to the ground.

As you get closer, you can see another stream of blood flowing down from the top of the city, winding its way down the broken steps and branching into hundreds of tributaries along the way.

At the bottom, the blood-red river network had spread out like a spider's web.

"Why does it look like a place where insect cultivators and gu cultivators live?" Xi Heng asked on the flying boat.

"The Crimson River Sect does indeed have a lineage of insect cultivators, but the sect was built in this way because it was built on a high mountain, where cultivators could fly on swords and travel without needing ordinary roads. Over thousands of years, it has become what it is today."

"That's strange," the girl said casually.

The boat passed through the increasingly dense red fog and approached the city.

As we flew leisurely, we heard a sharp bird cry.

A glance away revealed a colossal roc-like creature suddenly materializing from the red mist, spreading its blurry wings and extending its sharp claws to grab at what was happening.

The sharp claws pierced the air with a humming sound like a sword's cry. Just as it was about to grab, Xi Heng unleashed a spatial fluctuation, directly obliterating its claws.

Blood spurted from the base of its claws, scattering like rain across the flying boat and creating holes.

The turbid blood penetrated through layers of barriers and flowed past Xi Heng.

Su Xuanhua, at the front, released a white light barrier that covered the area above, blocking the turbid blood. At the same time, he steered the flying boat downwards and accelerated, crashing into the Crimson Lotus Sect's mountain gate like a missile.

The sound of wind howling came from the upper barrier, which had lost its soundproofing ability.

Just as Xi Heng drew his sword to prepare for battle, he suddenly felt countless eyes fixed on him.

She looked back and saw countless blood-red human figures looking up at her from a kilometer away below.

And ahead, a massive, nest-like city opened its crimson eye, made of architectural ruins, from the mountainside.

All the blood monsters and filthy creations opened their mouths and uttered two words: "Kun Chuan".

She didn't understand the meaning of the voice, but she felt a slight sweetness in her throat when she heard it.

A drop of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, transforming into a sharp, living nail that pierced his chin and went straight for his heart.

With a furrowed brow, deathly energy permeated his entire body, suppressing the sudden burst of vitality from his blood, and his skin returned to its gray state.

The moment the blood nail touched his chest, it turned back into liquid, only staining a small part of his white robe.

The girl looked at her companions. Su Xuanhua was still immune and unharmed, while Chen Fenghuo was already chanting a spell to isolate the effects and was not injured for the time being.

Not only did its own blood transform into enemy attacks, but the external red mist also condensed into four giant claws that reached out to grab the flying boat.

The giant claws slammed together towards the trajectory of the flying boat, but under Su Xuanhua's control, the boat swayed and slipped through the claws, continuing its collision.

The speed increased exponentially, and some of the attacking strange birds could no longer catch up.

"Prepare to depart," Su Xuanhua said from the front.

Xi Heng had already steadied himself and transformed into a blade of resentful fire, imbued with countless strands of deathly aura.

Suddenly, the silver-haired woman in front pulled a magic line of array patterns, and the barrier above the flying boat shattered instantly. The three of them turned into streaks of light and flew out together.

With a deafening roar, the vermilion mountain gate was blasted into fragments by the immense force of the impact.

Blood-red monsters and humanoids surged in from all directions like a mighty tide, their footsteps, large and small, forming a continuous line like ten thousand horses galloping.

Birds swooped down from the sky, and inside the mountain gate, many cultivators dressed in blood-red Taoist robes, their faces covered in blood, looked over.

Each gaze felt like a needle piercing her entire body, and she felt her blood begin to boil again.

Su Xuanhua pinched his fingers and pushed forward, creating white waves that cleared a path.

Xi Heng then directly spread death energy, causing thousands of withered bones around him to stand up and rotten flesh to coalesce and fight against the surging tide of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the blonde woman on the side released ten thousand red talisman puppets, their claws forged from fine steel charging towards the enemy group.

In an instant, the battle between the Blood Tide and them became a battle between two armies.

However, this is the Blood Tide's stronghold, where monsters are almost endless, and Xi Heng's Death Qi Legion cannot directly perform large-scale teleportation, so they cannot directly flatten this place.

"Let's go!" Chen Fenghuo grabbed her hand and flew towards the breached sect.

The gates of the Crimson River Sect were wide open, and the infected cultivators standing on both sides were using strange spells to block their way.

However, Su Xuanhua, who was at the forefront, had already cleared a path with light waves, and the white light techniques in her hands were quite effective against the strange creatures.

Once the white light passes by, the eerie mist will dissipate and take a long time to reform, making it impossible for the spells of the affected cultivators to resist.

Guided by the phoenix fire, Xi Heng went straight into the damaged courtyard.

As the figure passed by, a surging sensation immediately enveloped the entire body.

The surrounding scenery also vanished as if the fabric had faded, turning into a vast expanse of white.

The sounds of battle gradually subsided, and the world calmed down.

The three of them recovered and slowly walked forward, looking around.

The white world gradually gained color, transforming into a Taoist temple. Many disciples sat cross-legged on futons around the temple, listening to a cultivator in a red robe, entwined with strange insects resembling large centipedes, chanting Taoist teachings.

Xi Heng couldn't understand what it was saying, but every time he heard a word, his blood would ripple and surge as if it were coming back to life.

“This should be the first trial,” Su Xuanhua said. “Logically, it should test one’s character, but something’s strange…”

Xi Heng nodded, also feeling the hostility surging from all directions.

Within seconds, both the lecturer in front and the disciples below suddenly opened their scarlet eyes and stared at them.

The intense crimson in his eyes was still spreading, staining the surrounding veins, blood vessels, whites of his eyes, and tears crimson.

"Your so-called trial has also been infected." The girl drew her sword, ready for battle.

Gradually, the disciples undergoing the trial had their skin break open, and blood flowed out, staining their robes and skin dark red, turning them into blood-soaked figures.

The three soldiers on higher ground merged directly with the centipede, transforming into three blood-red, insect-man monsters that launched a surprise attack.

Amidst the enemy's howls, Xi Heng unleashed a sword aura imbued with intense death intent.

They cut off the head and triggered an explosion of death energy within the victim's body, squeezing out the filthy blood that transformed into a death energy monster on their side to retaliate against their former allies.

With each strike of sword energy, the enemy forces dwindled while the number of their own men increased.

Before long, apart from the three of them, only a bunch of deathly monsters formed from dried flesh and bones lingered in the trial.

The large door behind the platform opened, and the group exchanged glances before entering together.

The cultivators who pass the first test of the heart are relatively weak and can be easily defeated even if they are tainted by the blood tide.

However, it is foreseeable that the cultivators in later levels will become stronger and stronger, their realms will improve, and the quality of the filth they are infected with will also increase.

Hopefully, I won't encounter a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Xi Heng stepped through the next door.

The surrounding scenery changed again, transforming into a blood-red staircase that climbed straight up to 100 meters.

The staircase was open at the top, but the method of flight was blocked, so ordinary cultivators could only slowly step onto it.

The girl tried to move forward a few steps, and almost every two or three steps, she was infected by increasingly powerful waves of blood.

Su Xuanhua remained immune to this and was able to walk uphill with ease.

Xi Heng didn't care. As long as her body was filled with death energy, the calamity wouldn't be able to affect her blood.

However, Chen Fenghuo had to pause every few steps to barely suppress the fluctuations within his body using magic.

The white-haired girl then took a few steps back and took the other person's right hand.