Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng scanned the main hall with his divine sense and saw that Yin Wanluan was cultivating. The spiritual energy was stable, and the lake around the hall was tranquil. Everything seemed to be at peace.

She subconsciously relaxed a bit.

"Why don't we go to the Spirit Fire Space first and weave some preventative measures, so we can hide there when a crisis comes?" The girl nodded gently.

Just as a flickering white flame appeared at my fingertips, inspiration suddenly struck me like a whistle, flashing through my mind like a bolt of lightning.

Xi Heng narrowed his eyes and immediately began to determine the source of his inspiration.

It's not the white flame before our eyes, nor the power of imaginary numbers, but the future—

Twenty-three seconds later, dark blue cracks will appear as if tearing apart a canvas, ripping the entire house in two.

It was as if a burning arm had swept across Yi Ran's paper, first turning it black and then setting it ablaze.

"..."

In the future, his first thought would naturally be to use spatial techniques to save Yin Wanluan.

However, the remaining imaginary power somehow stagnated the space in this region, as if it were working with the calamity to imprison the cultivators here.

In the future, she gathered all her strength to open a spatial rift and used time-stopping magic to take over Yin Wanluan, who was still cultivating. After paying various prices, she could only barely get the solidified portal to the Spirit Fire Space back in operation...

"I don't have time to watch anymore." Xi Heng's mind raced, and he immediately waved his hands, spreading the White Phoenix Flame.

One mass enveloped the cultivation room where Yin Wanluan was located, while another mass descended and completely covered all the items in the entire hall, exploding rapidly upon contact with the ground.

In just half a second, it covered the entire Green Palace.

At the same time, Xi Heng also diverted his attention to take out the Imaginary Number Spirit Realm to send a vibration message, and then used the spiritual fire he had given to Chen Fenghuo and Su Ziyuan to warn of an emergency.

Those two are still participating in a mission on the outskirts of the Imaginary Realm. Given the unimaginable speed at which the disaster is occurring, they should encounter Xi Heng's group at the same time.

Sending early warnings now should be effective.

As for the message sent, it simply stated: A great calamity is imminent; immediately use the white flame and enter the spirit fire space—

Then, an automatic countdown was started.

Having given up, Xi Heng looked around his courtyard.

Yin Wanluan naturally wouldn't resist her white flames and was no longer there.

All the items inside the hall have been stored away, and the portal in the hall leading to the Spirit Fire Space is being rapidly closed.

Xi Heng no longer needed to use the teleportation portal. He simply continued to extract the real-world nodes that supported the stability of the internal space of the Spirit Fire and re-established them in the distant Jingtian Realm, where his external avatar resided.

During this time, he could sense through the spiritual fire that Chen Fenghuo and the others had heeded the warning and used the spiritual fire to transfer, which finally put his mind at ease.

Only twelve seconds had passed when these consecutive tasks were completed.

The real calamity will arrive in eight seconds.

“This power to glimpse the future is quite useful in emergency situations.” Xi Heng nodded gently.

She took one last look at the blue palace being burned by white flames, and then turned into flames and left the place.

Ten seconds later, the imaginary power around the hall suddenly rippled, instantly freezing the surrounding space.

Then, a dark blue color appeared from nowhere, transforming into a gigantic, ever-expanding wound that tore the entire courtyard apart from its center.

In just a few seconds, dark blue covered the area.

If Xi Heng remains here, it shows that the power of the imaginary numbers here did not resist the sudden calamity, but rather accepted and accommodated it.

However, when she opened her eyes again, she was already in the central square of the Spirit Creation City within the Spirit Fire Space.

People strolled around, and their cheerful voices could be heard from time to time.

Behind, a fountain emits the sound of flowing water, and the stone surface is engraved with intricate patterns.

The faint sounds of vendors calling out could be heard not far away. Although the spirit beings had long since developed a device for recording sounds with spiritual light, many people still followed the habit of nostalgia.

Compared to the apocalyptic scene in the Imaginary Realm just now, this place is so much more peaceful—Xi Heng thought.

At the same time, it occurred to me why the disaster could so easily break through the protection of the imaginary number realm.

Could it be that the so-called Celestial Venerable of the Imaginary Realm has no idea how to deal with such calamities?

This shouldn't be the case...

Why would the power of imaginary numbers seal off space when calamity arrives, as if to imprison all cultivators here and prevent them from escaping?

Either the power of the imaginary number is being manipulated by the calamity, or it is done intentionally.

But Xi Heng couldn't understand why. He couldn't possibly say that those so-called Celestial Venerables had reached some kind of cooperation with the Calamity.

"It seems... there might indeed be a possibility?"

Amidst unrealistic speculation, a footstep approached.

Xi Heng looked back and saw that Yin Wanluan had already left her cultivation posture and come to the fountain.

"Why did you bring me here?" the other person asked.

"The calamity has come, and for some reason, the Imaginary Realm offers no resistance whatsoever, allowing the calamity to invade," the girl explained. "Presumably, countless cultivators are already trapped within it."

The disaster has a special effect on spiritual power and special true power, but there is no physical damage.

The cultivators infected with the calamity might go mad, or they might suffer from mental illness—in short, Xi Heng didn't want to get involved.

"Everything was fine yesterday, how come disaster has struck today?" Yin Wanluan sighed softly. "Where are Chen Fenghuo and the others?"

"It should have been teleported to the surrounding area as well, right?" Xi Heng looked around, his gaze passing through the crowd, and found a familiar brown-gray-haired girl standing in front of the gate of a temple selling sweet pastries.

For the past thirty-seven years, Su Ziyuan has remained unchanged in both figure and appearance.

It's as if they'll never grow up again.

However, nothing has changed on Xi Heng's side.

"Su Ziyuan is shopping, and Chen Fenghuo's teleportation point is on a floating island in the sky, approaching." The girl looked up and saw.

A little while later, Su Ziyuan finished buying the sweet cakes, grabbed a small transparent box, and ran over to Xi Heng.

"Long time no see." She didn't ask any further questions, but simply opened the box to share the pastries.

Xi Heng took a piece and brought it to his lips. When he bit into it, honey was squeezed out and left a sweet taste on his lips.

After taking a small sip, he asked the boy who still looked like a child:

"You don't seem surprised by that urgent message just now?"

"Of course, of course. We knew in advance that a great calamity would befall us, but we thought the Imaginary Realm could withstand it. We didn't expect it to fall so quickly," the other person said.

"I didn't expect that," Xi Heng exhaled.

Yin Wanluan, meanwhile, was quietly enjoying a piece of pastry while gazing at the sky, lost in thought.

The girl approached and showed concern:

"I've also moved all the materials and tools from your design studio here, and they're currently on the floating island."

The other person shook their head: "I have more of those in my spatial abilities, it's just a pity that we won't have anywhere to go out and relax together anymore."

"It's alright," Xi Heng casually reassured him.

“There’s also the entire Penglai World here, and we can create several suitable amusement park sites.”

She still remembered what the amusement parks and aquariums she had visited looked like, and with her own cultivation, it wouldn't be difficult for her to replicate them.

"Those are such nice words." Yin Wanluan regained her composure and said again:

"The external situation has become increasingly severe, and we may have to stay here for a long time in the future..."

"Yes, how about rebuilding that blue palace in the lake like before?"

“No need. I also have some architectural design experience; I can give it a try,” the blonde girl said.

During the conversation, a girl interrupted without considering the atmosphere:

"The Celestial Venerable from the Imaginary Realm has made his move!"

"You can see it?" Xi Heng tilted his head to look.

"Of course, of course." The other person raised their palm, and the circular white spot inside reflected the outside world: "The Cataclysm is also watching from outside, so I can share a little bit of the view."

"awesome."

With a wave of her right hand, Su Ziyuan projected her vision onto the screen in front of her, as if it were a transparent screen.

Although the view was somewhat blurry, one could roughly see that a vast imaginary force was condensing in the void into a humanoid shape larger than a large realm—a gaunt old man with long eyebrows, wearing a robe woven from the starry sky.

The humanoid figure lowered its hands and slowly enveloped the Imaginary Realm, but instead of separating itself from the surrounding calamity, it connected its own power with the overwhelming dark blue, transforming it into a huge cage that imprisoned the Imaginary Realm within.

……

Volume 1: Chapter 380, Star-Traveling Lightning

In the outer void, in a vast region slightly on the edge, the true form of the Imaginary Realm has already been revealed.

Although, in theory, there is no place in the entire void that is not spacious and vast.

But time always brings many changes—now the void is like a huge corpse, being fought over and devoured by various calamities like vultures.

The central area has been painted with a chaotic picture of various colors, which are splashed and splashed like ink, creating countless lines and blurs on the huge canvas of the void.

Even though open spaces still make up the vast majority of the area, the dense lines and pollution are truly appalling.

This place is relatively close to the border, and it used to be quite clean. Only when you look into the distance can you see a few lines of dirt.

But now, the situation has changed drastically.

A dark blue, overly intense mass, like a comet, pierced through the vast void and exploded with a near-cataclysmic force upon encountering a gigantic, transparent object.

No sound could be heard from the void beyond the boundary; only a mass of thick ink could be seen bursting forth, covering an area of ​​countless millions of meters in the surrounding area.

At the same time, it also blasted a giant hole in what seemed to be empty space.

The dark blue calamity surged into it, expanding it and revealing the true nature of the imaginary realm.

The power of countless imaginary numbers offered no resistance, allowing the calamity to strike, as if countless hands were laboriously taking things out of a black box.

Gradually, the enormous thing hidden between reality and illusion was revealed by the disaster, taking shape and being exposed to the outside world.

The true form of the Imaginary Realm is two enormous eyes that attract and surround each other.

One is white, the other is black; they gaze at each other, their reflections mirrored in each other's eyes.

One’s own ‘reality’ contains the other’s ‘illusion’, and the other’s ‘illusion’ contains one’s own ‘reality’—this cycle continues for a long time, with perfect order.

The two enormous pupils, one real and one virtual, swirled around each other like yin and yang fish, closely aligned, and their appearance was not much different from the Tai Chi diagram.

However, this object also possesses pulsar-like characteristics, which greatly dissipate its 'mass' and power when it rotates and gets close, creating almost infinitely extending ripples from the void that linger for a long time.

At this moment, a dark blue-black calamity began to seep into the rotation of the two enormous pupils.

They create layers of mist as obstacles in their respective fields of vision.

From then on, the black at the bottom of the white pupil gradually blurred, and the same was true for the black pupil.

The forces of illusion and reality could no longer intertwine, but it seemed that this stimulation was precisely what made the cycle of change accelerate.

Their pupils drew even closer, as if they were about to merge into each other.

As it rotates, the power of the imaginary number forms ripples, increasing the oscillation frequency several times.

At this point, the phantom of Venerable Zhi Cang, the actual controller of the Imaginary Realm, also appeared in the air.

Its image is enormous, draped in a robe made of starry sky, with long, arched white eyebrows and closed eyes that appear sunken.

The phantom raised its arms and slowly enveloped the imaginary realm body, which was already covered in dark cyan, with its palms.

Then, he pinched the dark blue color within with his fingers, shaping it into a cage and enveloping the two giant pupils.

At the same time, the imaginary number itself emits a strong gravitational force, which is further amplified by the power of the imaginary number.

This caused many flying boats that were trying to escape to be pulled back, and the cultivators on them, who thought they were saved, fell back into the disaster with cries of agony and lost their lives.

……

Xi Heng, being in the Spirit Fire Space, saw the development of the situation in these voids through Su Ziyuan's special ability.

Seeing the Imaginary Realm reveal its true form, and witnessing the Venerable One within it take action, using an external calamity to imprison his own realm and countless cultivators, it was unclear what he intended to do.

"What are you doing?" Su Ziyuan tilted her head as well.

"I don't know, but it doesn't look like anything good..."