Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

This caused the other party to fall silent, narrowing their eyes to meet Xi Heng's gaze.

"Don't get so worked up."

She had just raised her hand to move the blade aside when the real blade, overflowing with the power of time, pierced straight through her palm without leaving a single scratch.

In the eyes of real time, this person is merely a projected image, not a real existence.

Xi Heng suddenly realized this, which is why he drew his sword.

At the same time, he guessed the other party's hidden story and said:

"This is not Xiping, at least not the one I remember... but a false capital city reconstructed from the Imaginary Realm. You are not the original body of this world, but merely an avatar conjured by the power of the Imaginary Realm."

Xi Heng had just felt the familiar power of imaginary numbers for a moment.

Looking around, one can see more clearly that the tall buildings, roads, boats, and people walking around are all figments of imagination.

She extended her divine sense, looking up at the vast sky through the layers of barriers above, and could vaguely sense the spying of the true 'false self'.

“The real you is up there,” Xi Heng said, turning around.

"Ugh, how boring. I was seen through so quickly... No wonder I'm about to become an immortal."

The other person sighed and pressed their temples:

"But before the war starts, how about we have some fun, as if you didn't notice anything?"

Xi Heng held back no longer, using the golden light of his sword to suppress the imaginary power that created this clone.

As the sword swept past, his figure was instantly torn to pieces.

The other party was an enemy in the trial room, and she had no intention of listening to another word.

After eliminating her clones, she swung her sword and cleaved through the upper floors of the entire building, then enveloped herself in golden light and flew into the sky.

Through the clouds and the vast sky, the eyes of time could see that a blurry figure composed of immense imaginary power was looking at her from the outside.

That blurry face stood in the sky, like a child casting its gaze into a fortress made of building blocks.

It peers out from a higher and larger level, observing the operation of the entire capital city below.

The entire city was no larger than the size of one of its eyeballs.

Xi Heng, who was trapped within it, was as insignificant as a grain of sand compared to the phantom outside the boundary.

Golden light pierced through the clouds, making the blurry figure appear clearer.

Its entire body was as vast as a realm, entirely formed from the power of imaginary numbers, and at the same time, it was brewing a strong aura of calamity.

The erroneous self in this world is no longer her signature red eyes, but has been replaced by a more eerie dark cyan.

Xi Heng was equally familiar with this—it was the color of disaster.

The gazes of the two versions of myself, one enormous and the other insignificant, met, and Xi Heng gained some of the other's memories.

This world's error, connected with the calamity, together seized the imaginary realm of the Celestial Venerable of the Azure Sky, and ultimately merged with the calamity.

What it aligns with is not the way of time and the heavens, but rather 'illusion' and 'possession'.

After that, the opponent expanded the disaster to cover thousands of realms, completely encompassing them within its own illusory mirage—Senro was one of them.

It draws cultivators and mortals from the Three Thousand Realms into an endless illusion, continuously extracting the power of living beings to nourish itself.

Now, the self in the form of the Heavenly Demon before me is even stronger than the Heavenly Venerable of the Azure Sky who originally controlled the Imaginary Realm.

Together with the ever-growing calamity, it can even be called the strongest in this world.

Upon seeing the Heavenly Demon who ruled the realm, most of the shackles that had been placed on Xi Heng due to the tribulation of my heart corpse were also lifted, and many of his abilities were able to return.

As she flew towards the heavens, the white-haired girl's eyes flickered, and in just two seconds, she saw through the opponent's future and past within a year through her vision of time. However, she also had no crucial moment to turn the tide of battle.

"...Will this trial only get more and more difficult?" she thought.

The vengeful demon fire we encountered in the Pure Fire Capital was only at the initial stage of demonic possession.

Before me, the extraterrestrial demonic body, which has lost its physical form and transformed into a being constructed simultaneously with the power of pure imaginary numbers and the calamity, has directly transcended numerous levels.

Xi Heng had never fought against such a powerful enemy before. The last time he participated in a similar level of battle was when he was dealing with the unconscious Void Calamity.

But the formidable opponent she faces now is herself.

"If this guy's fusion with the disaster is perfect enough, even a half-immortal might not be able to win here," Xi Heng thought to himself.

"However, I have completed the plan to save the world that the Half-Immortal failed to accomplish back then."

"What the fortune teller can't win, I can win."

The golden light pierced through the clouds in an instant, and the higher it reached in the sky, the darker the darkness became, and the more stars filled the sky.

In the darkness, a huge, blurry humanoid figure, drawn from imaginary numbers and the power of calamity, seemingly without any substance, pointed a finger at her.

The outline of the fingertips is formed by the void and chaos, adorned with countless stars, as if a god has descended with great power.

The illusory demon's eyes were cold and indifferent. Its facial features still showed some resemblance to Xi Heng, but there was no trace of humanity in them.

After merging with the calamity and ruling this world, the guy in the sky lost much of his self, like a half-immortal.

Xi Heng saw the downward-pressing fingers in the sky closing in more and more, the power of the imaginary numbers surging forth.

Just as he was about to use spatial magic to teleport away, he realized in the next instant that he had actually fallen into the imaginary abyss constructed by the other party the moment he arrived in this world, and there was no way to escape.

The surrounding scenery transformed into a phantom curtain that opened, and the empty space in front of them became the back of a theater stage.

The demon launched an impromptu drama, forcibly dragging her into it.

Xi Heng hadn't reacted yet. Looking around, his consciousness was blurred by the disaster. Looking at the large makeup mirror in front of him, he momentarily forgot what he was supposed to do.

She felt a hand gently tap her shoulder, and heard Yin Wanluan's familiar voice beside her:

"It's our turn."

His gaze shifted, and he saw that his dear friend was wearing a flowing, ethereal robe adorned with ribbons and interwoven with celestial patterns depicting birds and flowers.

"Ok?"

After tilting his head in confusion, Xi Heng looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed in a red and black dress with a nine-tailed fox pattern embroidered on the collar and white bone rings tied around his waist. Combined with his makeup and appearance, he looked very much like a witch in the public's mind.

This created a striking contrast with Yin Wanluan, who appeared to be a fairy beside her.

"Don't forget your lines again." Yin Wanluan pinched her fingertips and tapped Xi Heng's brow, where there were dark red fire marks.

During the conversation, unfamiliar memories flooded his mind. Xi Heng recalled why he was there, let out a soft "oh," and then asked in a daze:

Which section should we start?

"You were moved by my words and wanted to return to the sect to meet your master and arrange a marriage, saying that you would go together to fight for justice and save the world." The other party spoke very simply, while preparing stage props in his hands.

"...I remember things didn't go so well later on."

"Did you forget your lines again?" Yin Wanluan sighed softly. "Take one more look before you go on stage."

"Oh, oh." Xi Heng picked up the script and glanced at it, noticing that the plot unfolded quite quickly.

At the beginning, the character played by Yin Wanluan was to be engaged in front of her master and within the sect, but was accused of being disrespectful for associating with a demonic witch. As a result, she was removed from her position as the sect's top disciple by her master and was ordered to be killed.

The opposing characters desperately tried to save them, and after fighting for a while, the demonic forces that had followed them suddenly attacked the mountain gate...

"It feels like he's just a minor supporting character who introduces the plot," Xi Heng said. "Let's try a different drama next time. It seems like these martial arts dramas never have a good ending."

"What to change?"

"Cultivating immortality or something like that? That would be better, right?"

"...It feels about the same," Yin Wanluan said.

"In that kind of drama, perhaps you could be given a role that allows you to become an immortal, and I could protect you," the girl chuckled.

"If we were to change the script..." the other person casually mentioned, "how about I get the role of the immortal?"

"It all comes down to temperament, I don't know why, but I'm always cast as witches or enchantresses, even though I have a very ethereal aura." Xi Heng clicked his tongue.

“Perhaps I am more suited to becoming an immortal than you,” the other person said.

"No way, it's definitely more suitable for me—" The girl seemed to suddenly realize something and looked up to meet the person in front of her.

My gaze fell on the other person's features, and the other person no longer looked like Yin Wanluan.

It was as if a special mirror was standing in front of you, revealing another version of yourself, whose clothes and temperament were completely different.

She wore a dark green skirt, a dark gray robe, and a dark blue crane cloak over it.

Whenever a radiant light shimmers around him, one can vaguely see thousands of hazy, distorted human faces emerging from the surface of his clothing.

The surrounding scene, including the stage and theater, instantly crumbled into nothingness due to Xi Heng's realization.

The busy crowds and the music playing on the stage in front of the theater are all gone, leaving only the self in the illusion, facing another self.

The other said:

"Give me the chance to become an immortal?"

Xi Heng broke through the illusion with his mental power, and without warning, he gathered a sharp blade and stabbed it straight at the heart of the dark green self in front of him.

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Volume 1: Chapter 444, Immortal Hearts and Mine

"Give me the chance to become an immortal?"

In the boundless, illusory realm, as the other party's voice faded, her sharp blade had already pierced straight into the chest of the dark green figure before her.

The power erupts the moment it touches the body, and can generally sever a cultivator's meridians, dantian, heart, and lungs.

However, the eerie figure in front of them merely narrowed its eyes.

Raise your index finger naturally and click again in the direction where Xi Heng is.

The power of imaginary numbers bloomed once more, like endless hands reaching out to climb over her entire body, trying to drag her into an even deeper abyss of illusion.

As Xi Heng barely resisted with his mental strength, he simultaneously used his Time True Power to penetrate the layers of illusion surrounding him.

By relying on the unchanging passage of time, we can anchor ourselves to a true 'coordinate'.

At this moment, she seemed to have transformed back into the girl who risked her life to gather herbs at the foot of the cliff.

The power of time was like a rope tied to a sturdy ancient tree on the cliff face, preventing her from falling to the bottom.

The surrounding imaginary forces of disturbance are like a raging storm, tossing and turning people around unsteadily.

Only by holding onto time wholeheartedly can one avoid falling into an endless abyss of illusion.

The surrounding scenery changed layer by layer, and the power of imaginary numbers dragged her whole body, pulling her into a deeper dream.

Xi Heng, however, only looked at the real coordinates that time had given her and climbed upwards.

Ignoring all the sights and sounds around me, I continued upwards, stepping on the steep cliff face.

She had previously fallen into the seventh layer of illusion.

The power of imaginary numbers sought to push her to a deeper level, creating a chaotic array of illusory perceptions that made her believe she had returned to the real world.

It includes the illusion of my own defeat, as well as the chapters where I tried my best to break through the power of imaginary numbers, thus defeating my opponent and ending my trials as a mind-corpse.

Neither of these methods worked, and the illusory scenario spoke to her again—in fact, Xi Heng had already perished three hundred years ago, and now he was merely trapped in the cage of the imaginary number, constantly repeating the past defeat.

They even fabricated a story about her, causing her to question her own spiritual cultivation, resulting in disordered meridians, loss of perception, and self-damage to her cultivation, almost leading to a qi deviation.

However, Xi Heng has already fully merged with the Heavenly Dao of Time, so even if his cultivation is truly erased in an instant, he can regain it in an instant.

Even if one's existence is erased by the power of imaginary numbers and loses consciousness, one can still awaken through the power of time and the Dao, and continue climbing.

Regardless of false memories, illusory worlds, or imaginary scenarios, all sorts of story changes and shifts in self-identity and imagery... nothing can stop her from returning to the real world.

With such a perfect Dao heart, no matter how realistic the false appearance constructed by the other party may be, it is ultimately an illusion.

The illusionary phenomena created by the power of imaginary numbers might be able to easily defeat other cultivators whose mental state is slightly weaker.

But for Xi Heng, it was never effective.

After an unknown amount of time, Xi Heng had gone through several cycles of life and death in the imaginary world, and finally, guided by the passage of time, he ascended to the most superficial and highest level of illusion.

Upon seeing a phantom projection of herself as a child, weeping before her, Xi Heng calmly turned around, grabbed a sharp blade, and slashed it into the boundless void.

The sword energy was released, cleaving through the last imaginary force obscuring its view.

The world appeared to her as divided in two, gradually disintegrating.

Between these two halves of the world, a path to reality is opened up.