Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

In the past, it took all our strength to take even a step further in the direction of the ocean current.

Now that he has reached the peak of the Dao Integration Realm and has almost fully comprehended the Dao of Time and Heaven, walking through this realm again is naturally extremely simple.

Now, she can see through the past and the coming year with a glance and transmit the power of time into them for adjustment.

Here, one can easily traverse ocean currents for an entire year.

Slowly following the guidance of the pocket watch, I walked towards a place much farther away than 'now'.

After walking for a long time, a small island of the same pale gold gradually appeared on the distant sea.

Strange coconut trees are planted along the edge of the island, but behind them stands a huge ancient temple, completely out of place with the coconut trees in front.

If this were truly the external ocean, the palace atop the island would likely not last long, being torn apart by the rolling waves and reduced to fragments that would fall into the ocean currents.

But this place is the Sea of ​​Time, where the surface is rarely rippling, and everything proceeds slowly and methodically according to the ocean currents.

Time itself stepped across the sea and approached the island's wooden house.

The pocket watch, transformed from a mortal corpse, reminded her that the island ahead was where her mortal corpse was located.

……

Time flows smoothly like a calm sea, with few ripples.

Only when Xi Heng's time clones travel upon it will they show the slightest fluctuation.

Such disturbances do not spread outwards slowly like ripples on a lake; they appear only for a moment before being immediately smoothed out by the inherent characteristics of the Time Sea itself.

Moving towards the future, it will be when the ocean currents arrive after March.

Her footsteps eventually landed on the edge of the future pale gold island.

As you get closer, you can clearly see that the style of the halls is very similar to the imperial palace where she lived when she was in Tian Zhao.

Its image, coupled with the overall scene of the Sea of ​​Time, appears quite contradictory.

However, this has nothing to do with Xi Heng—her purpose in coming here is simply to find my heart corpse and then destroy it as well.

“I remember Fan Xinshi once said that, simply put, I, Xinshi, am another, more extreme version of ‘me’.”

She had often thought about and guessed before, but she never guessed what a more extreme version of herself would look like.

In what aspects will it become even more extreme?

"I have a feeling it will be very difficult to handle."

The white-haired girl murmured to herself.

I always felt that my inner corpse would be harder to sever than the mortal inner corpse.

After all, regardless of the circumstances, Fan Xinshi's attitude was more supportive of her side.

As for my soul corpse, whom I have never met, I do not know its attitude.

"I hope the path to immortality will go more smoothly." As he muttered to himself, Xi Heng arrived at the gate of the palace on the island of the Sea of ​​Time.

The door was not fully open, only a narrow crack allowing one person to pass through.

The interior was dark and blurry, and it was impossible to see inside from the outside.

It seems to be a special rule that only by entering can one see the whole picture. Even if one sends the power of time into it from the outside, one cannot see the inside at all.

Xi Heng saw this and immediately stepped over the jade threshold without hesitation.

As soon as the figure entered, a light, crisp tinkling sound of an iron lock moving was heard.

Then the darkness gradually brightened, and things appeared before my eyes.

Just moments ago, it seemed like a dark hall, with no sound or smell.

The next instant, a strong stench of blood suddenly filled the air, and dark red hues were reflected in the eye sockets.

Whether it was the stone-paved ground, the red and yellow beams and pillars, the steps covered with red carpet, or the walls... everything was splattered with scarlet blood.

Some of the blood sprayed out, while others slid down slowly. The bloodstains and smears stained the exquisite carvings and murals in the palace, and many dragon patterns that symbolized the emperor were thus imbued with murderous intent and malice.

"You came?"

Immediately afterwards, another female voice, similar to her own, came from ahead, only this one was hoarser.

"I'm here." She replied, looking up at the source of the voice.

The dragon throne on the two steps at the front was also not spared; blood flowed down its bowed head, and the surrounding carpet was covered in blood, becoming a wet, heavy, and smelly blood-stained cloth.

"You shouldn't have come," the other person said.

“But I still came.” Xi Heng casually picked up on the joke.

Gradually, its appearance came into view before her eyes.

She was a strange empress who wore a blood-red dragon robe, was covered in blood, had many ferocious dragon scales on her body, and even had dragon horns growing on her forehead.

She was bound to the throne by multiple black iron chains, and in her left hand she held a bloodstained sword, the crimson blood still flowing down its blade.

"Something doesn't look quite right about you," Xi Heng said, recalling the obvious fact while trying to ease the tension. "But you still look pretty good."

The other party did not respond, but continued to speak slowly to themselves:

"I am the failure of you, or rather—you who took another wrong path, turning from white to black."

"My heart is the collective body of us who have made mistakes."

"The trial begins the moment you step into this palace."

The other party slowly raised his sword in a strange posture, as if forcibly turning his hand after breaking a bone, and pointed it at Xi Heng, saying: "Here, either kill me or be killed by us."

"Are we going to start fighting right away?" The white-haired girl below, who seemed out of place in the surrounding scene, wanted to take a moment to catch her breath.

At least chat for a while before the battle begins, so that you can get some leniency during the trial.

So I casually asked, "Before we start the war, could you please give us some background information? How did you end up like this?"

The Blood Sea Empress responded indifferently:

"Due to a mistake, I lost other opportunities to seek immortality, so I followed the old path of Mi Jie to refine my spirit with blood... The blood spirit is hard to suppress, and fresh blood from my meridians has been overflowing every day to this day."

Xi Heng blinked. Although the other person looked similar to him, they were actually worlds apart.

"Is this really something I would do?"

"Among billions of choices, a single moment of hesitation led to my success." The other party replied:

"Moreover, in this trial you will not only face me, but also many other mistakes that lie ahead... In this situation, a single cultivation level is not enough to suppress us; we will need to exert our mental strength to deal with the enemy."

The empress braced her twisted right arm, covered in crimson dragon scales, against the armrest to support her body.

Then, he used the blood-stained sword on his right to sever the six black iron chains rooted in his body, and stepped down from the throne to approach Xi Heng.

The sword spun, drawing eerie blood patterns on its blade.

The murderous aura emanating from it was unmistakable.

Xi Heng subconsciously tried to withdraw his consciousness from the Time Divide, but he couldn't.

Clearly, she did not enter the trial as a time-space clone.

The moment one steps into this hall, their true form is already doomed.

"Can't you let me prepare first..." the white-haired girl sighed softly.

Before I could say another word, the enemy's blood-stained sword was already at me.

……

Volume 1: Chapter 441, Crossing the Immortal Demon Flame

Clang——

As the blood-stained sword drew near, Xi Heng drew a golden blade to block it.

Crimson and golden light collided, unleashing a burst of crimson-gold radiance.

As the swords clashed, the white-haired girl frowned slightly.

Despite the vast difference between her current state and that of her past, flawed self, she still needed to expend considerable effort to deflect the enemy's sword strikes.

Clearly, in the trial of my inner corpse, I could not easily win by simply suppressing it with my cultivation level.

"After all, it's a calamity." As Xi Heng thought to himself, his enemy turned his sword and attacked again, thrusting straight at him, but Xi Heng dodged it by turning his foot.

The sword pierced the air, leaving a trail of blood as it severed a strand of her hair that she hadn't noticed.

Xi Heng narrowed his eyes, finally focusing all his attention on the battle.

When the mind is in turmoil, the meridians and the golden light of time circulate.

The enemy's attack was instantly folded away by her time-manipulation technique, and the next line of blood that was about to fall on her chest and abdomen disappeared immediately.

The technique of time caused the enemy to pause for a moment, not quite understanding why they had suddenly changed their posture.

However, the fully mastered swordsmanship continued unabated, and he immediately switched to another technique.

Due to his unstable posture, his wrist twisted to an angle that ordinary people could not achieve during this period, and he made a diagonal stroke from an extremely strange and difficult-to-avoid place.

The blade was covered in crimson, exuding an aura of blood and death.

The power of calamity greatly enhanced it, but also weakened it excessively.

Because Xi Heng had not made any preparations before the war, he inevitably found himself on the defensive in direct combat.

Although no matter how the enemy attacks, I have a way to deal with it.

However, his sword moves were layered upon layered, like a torrential downpour, making them increasingly difficult to resist.

Xi Heng retreated while his opponent pursued him. The fierce sword aura before him transformed into a blood lotus that threatened to tear people apart, its shrill cry lingering in his ears for a long time.

Only after she dodged a thrusting sword attack did she finally find a moment to counterattack with a stab.

When the enemy feigned a block, she immediately activated the Time True Power within her meridians, thus reducing the time it took for him to raise his sword.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp blade blocking their view disappeared.

The golden blade broke through the defenses and pierced straight into the opponent's chest.

The hissing sound of flesh and blood silenced the other vibrations, and a blood-stained blade emerged from behind.

Immediately, golden light erupted from his body again, causing him to stagger half a step and lose his momentum. The sharp blade in his hand fell as if it had lost its strength, and he groaned as he bent down and retreated.

Xi Heng silently sheathed his sword, noticing that the other party's lifeblood remained on it.

The sword strike just now pierced the enemy's heart, and the trembling golden light shattered most of his meridians.

Even if the opponent is a Golden Core cultivator, being so severely injured, it will be difficult for them to retaliate in a short period of time.

The opponent's actual cultivation level was not high. Although he had been tempered by the Heavenly Tribulation and his overall quality was enough to fight her, there were still many gaps in some more extraordinary aspects.

Xi Heng stopped his sword, intending to have a few casual words.

Suddenly, the other person sat up and whispered strange and ominous words of calamity that could not be understood.

“???、???”

Suddenly, the pool of blood on the ground, the blood soaking into the beams and carpets swelled up, as if boiling, bubbling and gurgling.

Xi Heng frowned and raised his blade again.

Countless eerie figures, their blood dripping with blood, gathered within the palace, clinging to its body in layers.

The blood swelled so much that it lost its human form.

Gradually, a deep, muffled roar resounded from the crimson blood mass—like the sound she made when she transformed into a dragon.

The blood had wrapped the empress in a ball, turning her into an swollen blood egg three or four meters in size.

Inside the egg, something is pushing outwards, as if trying to break free of its shell.

As more and more blood accumulated, the egg-shaped growth became increasingly larger.

During this time, Xi Heng unleashed golden sword energy, but due to the weakening effect of the calamity, it only managed to cut open the surface of the sword. The wounds were quickly filled and repaired by the blood surging inside.

Ten seconds passed, and the blood egg grew to the size of half a grand hall.

Then, it directly broke the supporting beams and pillars inside the hall, and then crushed the roof, which was carved with various dragon patterns in royal style, revealing the dark clouds above.

The surrounding land was desolate, covered in bloodstains and filth, the blood staining even the dark clouds in the sky taking on a reddish-black hue.

Beneath the dark clouds, from within the blood egg, which had grown even larger than the palace, a deep, muffled dragon roar once more erupted.