Transmigrating into the body of a white-haired fairy, she also encounters a late-born woman seeking

at the same time.

Shangqing Peak.

A magnificent sleeping quarters.

On the soft bed, Shen Lingtian, who had been unconscious, finally woke up.

He weakly opened his eyes, looked around, and found a familiar, stunningly beautiful woman sitting at the head of the bed.

"Ling Tian, ​​you're awake?"

The stunningly beautiful woman was overjoyed to see Shen Lingtian and almost burst into tears of joy.

Yan Ya, one of the five beauties of the Xuanling Sect, is the most beautiful woman on Shangqing Peak.

He stayed by Shen Lingtian's side while Shen Lingtian was unconscious.

"Yan...Ya?"

Shen Lingtian looked at the woman wearily, his expression still as somber as it had been before he regained consciousness.

"Ling Tian, ​​how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Shen Lingtian lowered his head and pondered for a long time.

He gradually began to recall.

He was defeated in his duel with Chu Yang.

"......"

Shen Lingtian remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"How's the martial arts competition going? How long have I been unconscious?"

"You've been unconscious for five days. The martial arts competition ended a few days ago..."

At this point, Yan Ya paused noticeably.

"The final two contestants were Senior Sister Lin Xi and Chu Yang, and in the end, Senior Sister Lin Xi won the championship."

"Lin Xi..."

Upon hearing this name, Shen Lingtian felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He lost to Chu Yang.

After that, he could no longer approach Lin Xi...

Seeing Shen Lingtian's increasingly depressed mood, Yan Ya quickly comforted him:

"Ling Tian, ​​don't be discouraged. You only lost this time. With your talent, you can definitely win back. I believe in you."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. You can go out now." Shen Lingtian forced a smile.

"You've only just woken up, and your injuries haven't healed yet. You shouldn't be thinking about anything."

"I understand, I know my limits, I just want some peace and quiet right now."

"...Okay, call me if you need anything, I'll be right outside." Yan Ya stared at his face for a few seconds, then nodded slightly and left the room.

After Yan Ya left, a look of intense pain instantly appeared on Shen Lingtian's face.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and he clenched his fists and pounded the bed desperately.

He hammered for nearly several minutes before his emotions stabilized slightly, and then he controlled the flow of Ziwei magic into his body.

After forcibly circulating Ziwei's magical power for a full cycle, Shen Lingtian's internal energy surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, coughing repeatedly.

"Ahem... Chu Yang, I didn't expect you to show mercy in the end..."

"I have lost. I have lost completely."

"Damn it, I've completely lost her..."

At this moment, Shen Lingtian cried for the first time, tears streaming down his cheeks.

From the moment he entered the Xuanling Sect, he became the Great Emperor's chief disciple and learned about his supreme physique.

He has never cried since then.

But at this moment, he had completely lost the woman he loved, his Dao heart was shattered, and he could no longer suppress the despair in his heart.

Shen Lingtian sobbed for a while before carefully taking the half of the Yin-Yang jade pendant into his hand.

This was a gift from Lin Xi to him.

It was also the only gift she ever gave herself.

However, just as he was wailing and gently wiping the jade pendant in his hand...

In an instant, a black light burst forth from the jade pendant, and the pendant vibrated.

A voice that bore a resemblance to Shen Lingtian's, yet carried a hint of harshness, rang out.

It also carried a hint of disappointment and frustration.

"You're still the same useless piece of trash!"

"You still consider that damned woman your true love."

"Shen Lingtian, you deserve this fate!"

"Who are you? Who are you?!"

Shen Lingtian was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his senses and looked warily at the jade pendant in his hand.

This jade pendant has always been with me, and now someone...?

"who I am?"

"Hehehe, Shen Lingtian, although I hate to admit it, I am you."

"You are me too."

"Are you me?"

"Impossible! What nonsense are you spouting!" Shen Lingtian's pupils shrank sharply; he simply couldn't believe it.

"How could you possibly be me? Your body is rife with demonic energy, far surpassing that of those in the demonic path!"

"Stop spouting nonsense here! Demons and righteous beings are different. I will send you to the Xuanling Sect's Enforcement Hall to eliminate you, you demon!"

"Hahaha~~"

"How laughable! Do you even have that ability now?" came a mocking voice from the jade pendant.

"It's understandable that you don't believe me, because I'm not from your world. I come from sixteen years in the future; I am you from sixteen years in the future."

"To be precise, it's you who only has one soul left."

"A tremendous change occurred in the future, causing my soul to inexplicably return to sixteen years ago, which is today."

"I only woke up about two weeks ago and have been observing ever since."

That's right, he is a reincarnation from sixteen years in the future.

It wasn't Lin Xi who was reborn, but Shen Lingtian.

Half a month ago, his soul was stored in this jade pendant, and he has been awakened since then.

"You're me from the future? How is that possible?!"

"How could my future self possibly turn into someone like you!"

Shen Lingtian's starry eyes narrowed sharply, completely disbelieving; this was clearly beyond his comprehension.

"Hmph, what's impossible about it?"

"The reason I became like this in the future is all because of that bitch Lin Xi!"

"She is destined to be a demonic witch in the future. It is all because of her that I have been turned into this inhuman and ghostly state."

"Because you, you idiot, will follow her away from the Xuanling Sect and join the Immortal Demon Sect."

"In the end, you were completely unaware that she had imprinted your soul on you, making you her convenient killing tool."

"I hate it!"

"I gave so much for her, I did everything for her, yet she treated me like a discarded pawn, and in the end, she even imprinted a mark on my soul, turning me into her complete slave!"

"That damned woman, I wish I could tear her to pieces!"

A sound like the wailing of a vengeful ghost emanated from the jade pendant, filled with violence and resentment.

At the same time, an extremely strange demonic energy surged out, shaking the surroundings.

If this place hadn't been deliberately concealed by the future Shen Lingtian, this astonishing demonic energy would probably have already soared into the heavens.

"Hehehe..."

"Fortunately, God gave me another chance to start over, allowing me to go back sixteen years to take revenge."

"This time, your heart of immortality and demonhood belongs to me..."

"Was it Lin Xi who ruined me in the future?"

"That's impossible, you liar!"

"You are so sinister, you couldn't possibly be me!"

Shen Lingtian forcibly channeled the power of the Purple Cloud Sword Body into the jade pendant, attempting to suppress the entity within it.

However, a lukewarm voice came from inside.

"What a piece of trash, still clinging to that bitch."

"You don't even know how to use the true power of the Purple Cloud Sword Body. If you had any brains, you wouldn't have lost to that Chu Yang."

"Since you can't use your own power, then I'll help you, so you can know whether what I said is true or not."

As soon as the words were spoken, a dense stream of demonic energy burst forth from the jade pendant.

It kept flowing into Shen Lingtian's body...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.