Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The white-haired girl looked around in front of the blood egg and realized that she had arrived in the wrong imperial city of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

The entire city would be stained with blood, every wall and floor tile bearing a dark red hue.

It was so eerie that Xi Heng felt as if he had entered a world ravaged by filth and disaster.

“This wrong past should indeed be erased…” Xi Heng thought to himself.

The dragon's roar rang out again, this time with exceptional clarity.

She turned her gaze back to the surrounding scenery and saw that a crack had burst open above the blood egg, from which countless drops of blood gushed upwards.

The white-haired girl appeared atop the nearly ruined hall, blocking the rain of blood that poured down upon her with the aura surrounding her.

She sent the sword in her hand out of the spiritual light, and a few drops of blood stained the tip of the sword.

He pulled it back, and Xi Heng pinched off a few drops of blood from the bloodstain above.

She sensed a very subtle, ominous aura emanating from this filth.

"A calamity of filth?"

The Blood Sea and the Blood Cultivation Method seem to be somewhat related to this calamity.

Perhaps when Mi Jie used her blood magic to refine the immortal cultivation world of Chonghai, the power of the calamity was actually involved.

In this flawed past world, this power was once again brought to its fullest potential by 'her'.

The white-haired girl flicked her hand to peel the blood from her fingertips and looked at the head of the blood dragon emerging from the giant blood egg.

He thought to himself, "I actually have a tiny chance of coming into contact with the power of calamity, creating this world..."

“It’s really frustrating.”

"However, it doesn't matter anymore now."

Hearing the lingering cries of his subjects kneeling and weeping all around him, he raised his golden sword from this high place, pointed it at the newly born crimson dragon, and said:

"I will cut you off, and I will cut off this wrong past—"

The blood dragon roared loudly amidst the raging winds and blood rain, unleashing its overwhelming dragon might.

The frenzied pressure and intense killing intent combined to suppress Xi Heng, who neither dodged nor avoided it, but instead faced it head-on.

A figure flashed across the sky, the sword in his hand bursting with golden light as he swung it, striking the blood egg.

The instant she was hit, the blood sprayed from the blood egg transformed into countless sharp blades that lashed out at her.

The blades struck the guardian spirit like a torrential rain, causing cracks to spread across the defense in less than half a second.

Xi Heng folded time again, and his figure immediately disappeared.

Just as the crimson dragon's eyes were scanning left and right, the girl's figure reappeared in front of it, and the sharp sword pierced straight into the dragon's eye.

After the palm leaves the sword, it retracts and then pushes forward, striking the hilt of the sword to transmit true power.

Golden light, concealing the sharp blade, entered the blood dragon's pupils and then spread across the entire dragon's head, causing countless fine golden lines to emerge on the surface of the skull as if it were about to crack open.

Fine lines expand into cracks, which in turn expand into fissures.

The white-haired girl's gaze was indifferent; she wasn't looking at the reality before her, but rather observing her enemy's past through the power of time.

He casually made a finger gesture, drawing out the dragon-shaped characters.

The crimson dragon tilted its head back and spat out scarlet blood at her. Time was folded again, causing the dragon's attack to immediately disappear. It seemed to be stunned as it lowered its head, letting the extremely complex dragon-shaped characters slap its forehead.

Xi Heng then snapped his fingers to pause the present moment, closed his eyes, and searched through the dragon inscription on the dragon's head for key time points related to the past year.

In the blink of an eye, before September arrived, the Empress had found a special blood technique in an ancient book that could be used to refine the Dragon Heart.

The moment the page was turned, the entire book spontaneously combusted.

In just half a second, it burned to ashes. The other party immediately tried to put it out, but could only save the lower half of the broken leaves.

The past has changed.

When the white-haired girl's mind returned to reality and she opened her eyes again...

The original blood egg and red dragon had disappeared.

The imperial city here has transformed from a desolate scene filled with bloodstains and filth into a normal appearance under the dim light of the setting sun.

Below, the shattered imperial palace has returned to its original state.

She used her spiritual sense to scan the area and saw that the current empress had transformed from a filthy red dragon into a seriously ill person whose meridians were disordered due to the attack of inner demons.

He lay alone on a sickbed inside the hall, coughing occasionally.

Xi Heng silently transformed into a flickering white flame and returned to the palace, entering the ward to face him.

The moment the two met, the power of fate caused their memories to connect.

Xi Heng learned that the other party had forcibly activated the blood technique despite his incomplete knowledge, which caused the demonic blood to attack his heart, resulting in his current weak state.

"..."

A moment later, the pale-faced woman on the hospital bed said in a hoarse voice:

"Although you have saved me from the clutches of calamity, the cause and effect of this life are already set, and the calamity still awaits."

"It's alright." The white-haired girl continued forward, carrying her sword. "This move is merely a temporary measure to achieve victory. Once I become an immortal, I will completely erase the karma of this world from the past, and you will return to the normal path."

"That's fine..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Xi Heng's sword had already sliced ​​across the enemy's neck.

As the sword of death was drawn, her vision was once again obstructed by countless sudden glimpses of gray mist.

When the gray fog cleared and their vision returned, they were no longer in the ward they had just been in.

The scene shifted, becoming a capital city engulfed in raging flames.

Not far away, flames roared and raged between the city walls, the menacing fire relentlessly engulfing the entire capital.

The dry firewood crackled and popped, its heat traveling hundreds of meters to reach Xi Heng's location.

"Is this already the next erroneous world?"

She looked at the city before her and felt a sense of familiarity. As she observed, she could see traces of resentment amidst the roaring flames.

Seeing this, Xi Heng almost understood what kind of mistake he was about to encounter in this world.

"This place looks like the Fire Hell Immortal Cultivation Realm, and the city is the Pure Fire Capital... Is it the Resentful Heaven Demon Fire?"

Or rather... he replaced Yin Wanluan as the embodiment of the Resentful Heavenly Demon Flame.

In the distant city, a towering clock tower, scorched by flames, teetered on the brink of collapse. Before long, it crumbled with a deafening roar, the sound of its bells echoing like a proclamation of doom.

The white-haired girl moved closer to the sea of ​​fire.

Before she could get any closer, a dark figure wearing a tattered long dress emerged from the raging flames at the site of the already collapsed and broken city gate.

Strands of crimson hair fluttered wildly, dancing incessantly in the blazing wind and flames.

She wore a long, dark red dress, the hem of which seemed to still glow with the light of embers. The dress clung to her body, accentuating her slender figure. She held a dark short blade in her hand, twirling the blade with considerable ease and grace.

With a natural posture and slow steps, the actual distance was quickly closed.

In the firelight, his face and features were also revealed in Xi Heng's field of vision.

Similar to the previous bewitching empress image, the other party's pupils are also an extremely eerie and bright scarlet.

It's much, much darker than her current light red eye color.

The white-haired girl silently approached her opponent, once again drawing her golden longsword and unleashing its power.

They were not far apart, and as they gazed at each other, their eyes met, and the other's figure became clearer in their own eyes.

Xi Heng immediately felt a strong killing intent. Before her eyes was the self of the Resentful Heavenly Demon Fire, which seemed quite dissatisfied with her current celestial appearance and temperament.

Although the other party did not outwardly show their dissatisfaction.

But deep within his eyes lay an undeniable resentment—resentment towards the world, towards cultivators, towards immortals…

Because Xi Heng's true form is currently a near-immortal cultivator, this resentment was also directed at her.

When the distance closed to fifty meters, the girl with a ghostly aura finally spoke, her crimson eyes half-closed:

"You look so clean."

"Your side is covered in gray and blood, and your skirt has so many holes burned in it, it's still glowing with embers. Don't you have any other clothes to change into?" Xi Heng replied, holding his sword.

Then, from afar came a hoarse voice, as if its throat had been scorched by fire:

"I think your outfit is quite clean, why don't you let me wear it?"

As the two drew closer, the other's resentment towards the cultivator inevitably leaked out.

This added a layer of suppressed resentment and hatred to the tone of his voice.

“That won’t do.” Xi Heng imitated the other person, twirling the sword in his hand: “The things Yin Wanluan gave me cannot be tainted by the filth of the Resentful Heaven Demon Fire.”

"I see..." The other party, through memories linked by fate, had seen Xi Heng's past and began to recount:

"I also saved her here, but in a different way."

“I see. Is forcibly sending her away to bear the brunt of the world’s grievances alone? This is not a good approach.”

Xi Heng had also seen the other person's memories.

She believed that this world was a bad ending for everyone.

The vengeful demonic fire was completely refined by the erroneous self before it, and it absorbed the resentment of most of the realm, becoming extremely powerful.

The vengeful demonic fire of this world has even broken through the realm shackles of the Fire Prison Immortal Cultivation World, and its cultivation level is even close to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The tribulations and trials have balanced the strength of both sides, and the enemy before us should not be underestimated.

Xi Heng also took the opportunity to look through the other party's memories from the past year, but failed to find a key moment that could immediately turn the situation around.

The previous skillful turn of events made it difficult for the Great Zhao Blood Dragon's time-manipulation magic to be used on the opponent in front of him.

It seems that there is no way to continue using tricks in this battle; the only option is to fight hard to achieve one win and one loss.

As they walked, the distance between the two was reduced to ten meters.

With just a slight movement from both sides, the two sharp blades will collide.

"The great grievances of this world arise from the evil deeds of cultivators. They themselves are not wrong, and there is no good or bad in integrating them into one's body." The other party replied, "On the contrary, the path of cultivation you have taken is to seize the creation of heaven and earth to satisfy one's selfish desires, break the balance of reincarnation, and greedily plunder the spiritual power and nourishing source of creation, causing the flourishing to turn into dry and barren."

“Cultivators disrupt the order of Heaven, rise above all things, regard mortals and ordinary spirits as ants, and often fight and scheme against each other in order to obtain the most precious treasures—with such thoughts, the path you are walking is truly the most evil.”

"Man fights against Heaven, man conquers Heaven, but in your mouth it has become the ultimate evil."

Xi Heng shook his head: "Does this mean that if one day heaven and earth were to exterminate all living beings in the world, and people were not allowed to resist, but could only beg heaven and earth to have mercy on all living beings and give them a way to live, just like the ancients who encountered a great drought? If heaven had any feelings, why would it send down so many disasters?"

Whether it is a calamity from the void or suppression from the Heavenly Dao, as long as there is pressure, there will inevitably be resistance.

One of them was the previous act of saving the world.

Even though the Demonic Flame of Resentment was the same person as her, his words could not shake her resolve.

"You have reached this point today because you obtained resources through reincarnation, and your realm is close to that of an immortal. But if you lose this ability and your spiritual power is insufficient for cultivation, will you also have to resort to seizing mortals to refine your spirit, just like other cultivators?" the witch, whose body was half covered in ashes, asked again.

“If I were to embark on the path of oppression, I would be just like you, a ‘mistake’ that will be erased,” Xi Heng said.

"But this is the nature of cultivators. In a prosperous era of cultivation with abundant resources, things are fine, but once they enter the Dharma-ending Age without spirits, they will twist into something even more sinister than the bizarre." The other party remained calm as he spoke.

"I will fuse the natural disasters to achieve sublimity, and erase all cultivators and all methods of cultivation from the world."

“There’s no need for you to come,” Xi Heng said. “After I become an immortal, as long as I exist in any lifetime, cultivators in this realm will no longer need to oppress mortals to drain their spiritual energy. I have already walked this path for a while, so there’s no need for you to change paths halfway through. Besides, I don’t trust Da Yuan.”

"What a coincidence, I've come precisely to hinder your ascension to immortality."

The other party no longer concealed the murderous intent in his eyes, releasing it to create a suppressive effect: "If you fail, I can continue on my way."

"Don't worry, it won't fail." Xi Heng also raised his sharp blade.

Immediately, crimson flames erupted around the Demonic Flame of Resentment, completely engulfing her figure and obscuring her vision.

The next instant, a cold glint appeared amidst the flames, and the flaming blade suddenly thrust forward.

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Volume 1: Chapter 442, The Overthrowing Demon God

Before the Pure Fire had almost completely burned out, Xi Heng exchanged another glance with the Resentful Heaven Demon Fire.

Immediately, the girl in the ashen dress in the distance transformed into a raging inferno and hurtled straight toward her.