Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

“My daughter has absorbed all the resentment of the world and is about to reach a sublime state… She must not be disturbed.”

"You may stop here." The man swept his gaze over, his tone as if issuing a command.

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Volume 1: Chapter 177, Chapter 170, An Abrupt End

Before our eyes, the surface of the barrier separating the different areas of the Fire Hell is showing more and more cracks.

Its edges are covered with dense cracks, while the hole in the center continues to expand.

As the white light on the stone cone key held by Xi Heng gradually weakened, the breach in the barrier, initially the size of the courtyard gate, gradually expanded to the width of the entire palace.

Before the crack, there was a seemingly ordinary and peaceful town at night.

Behind it, however, lay a colossal city ablaze with boiling, yellow flames of resentment.

The raging yellow flames covered the land, and the city gates were burned to charcoal and destroyed.

Looking into the distance, one can see numerous charred corpses scattered throughout the city.

Among them were cultivators who had experienced the tribulation of resentful fire, as well as mortals who had just arrived here, their white robes still not completely burned away and their faces disheveled.

Their faces were contorted with fear and agony, filled with immense pain.

Xi Heng recognized that many of the corpses belonged to pilgrims who had come to this place from the outside world.

She originally thought that after the pilgrims entered this realm, they would simply be guided by the so-called 'fairies' in the illusion to step into the yellow flames disguised as pure fire, and then lose consciousness to complete the entire ritual.

But now it seems that the flames of resentment are not only trying to burn spiritual energy out of mortals, but also to make them witness this hellish scene before their death, and to squeeze out their resentment from their bodies once more.

The vengeful fire led pilgrims who had devoted their lives to the pure fire into it, only to find themselves in a hellish city shrouded and scorched by crimson and yellow flames. This would surely cultivate a great deal of resentment, which would then be devoured by the demonic fire of this realm.

Upon seeing this, Xi Heng couldn't help but frown.

She also harbored a great deal of resentment, but she had long since soothed and accepted it, making it as calm as a still lake.

Great resentment exists within peace and tranquility; it will not lead to suffering.

However, the vengeful demonic fire in the cultivation world uses a completely opposite and extreme method to forcibly intensify resentment and hatred.

This will cause the power of the Great Grudge and the Demonic Fire to continue to increase.

But at the same time, it will also bring great suffering to ordinary people.

Xi Heng completely disapproved of this approach.

Upon seeing this scene, he immediately abandoned his previous casual demeanor and faced his formidable opponent with seriousness.

Through the broken barrier, he drew his sword at the person blocking his way, raised the blade to his shoulder, and gathered his sword momentum.

Seeing that the barrier had broken and enemies had appeared, the companions behind him quickly rushed to Xi Heng's side.

Upon seeing the enemy's appearance, even though it was all within their expectations, they still felt as if facing a formidable foe and immediately began to exert their power and prepare for battle.

The cultivators from Wanbaoge activated their array plates, which flew through the air and drew spiritual patterns. Numerous small, transparent talismans then appeared out of thin air.

The demon-refining master merged his hands into two intertwined white snakes, supporting a snake head even larger than a wild bull. His golden vertical pupils stared directly at the cultivator in the distance, radiating intense malice.

The female cultivator in the fire-patterned dress drew her flaming longsword again, while the young-looking cultivator beside her suddenly slammed the jade seal downwards.

After the jade seal landed, the ritual implements increased in size hundreds of times, and the jade tiger carved on it seemed to have become a real wild beast, vividly climbing down from the jade altar.

Another silent female cultivator flicked her fingers, urging several ethereal notes to play. At the same time, Yin Wanluan, dressed in black robes, stepped forward and pulled out a black broken sword burning with white flames from under her robes.

He raised his right hand forward, the broken sword pointing at the enemies in front of the scorching city gate.

The enemy finally spoke again:

"My daughter, even if you are just a divine consciousness, I would never want to draw swords against you..."

Before Yin Wanluan could respond, the red-skirted female cultivator, who was clearly more aggressive and angry, spoke first, questioning:

"Is this your reason for allowing your daughter to defile the Pure Fire? Yin Xiangsheng."

The flaming sword in her hand seemed to be related to her emotional fluctuations—the flames would intensify when she spoke angrily.

"How can you talk about condoning it?" The middle-aged cultivator in the blood-red robe flicked his robe.

The dark folds swayed, and the yellow light hidden in the sleeves converged into flowing yellow flames, falling into his palm.

He slowly raised his right hand, gazing at the burning reddish-yellow flames of resentment in his palm.

"Back then, neither of us could have known that a simple fire-lighting ritual would lead to this outcome."

"Who could have known that the resentment that had lingered within the Pure Fire for nearly a thousand years would eventually transform into the Heavenly Demon Fire, which even the great evil sects of ancient times could not gather with a thousand years of their combined power?"

He said in a low voice, "It seems that the Fire Prison is full of evil cultivators and demons... It would be better to let the Heavenly Demon Fire burn it to ashes."

"Father." Upon hearing this, Yin Wanluan calmly accepted the words and stepped forward:

“The cultivators of this world have their own karma, which need not be discussed further, but ordinary people in the outside world should not be forced to suffer such calamities.”

"What do mortals have to do with me? To be able to merge with the flames of resentment is a blessing for mortals," the blood-robed figure said coldly.

The man's expression held a contemptuous quality that Xi Heng was familiar with.

“My father would never have said such a thing back then.” Yin Wanluan saw through it all: “Although you retain consciousness, you have long been deeply tainted by the fire of resentment. I must defeat you and awaken you.”

“My daughter, you are but a wisp of divine thought left in the past, how could you understand the present…” The enemy slowly shook his head, no longer saying anything, only raising the yellow flame he had entrusted to him.

The right arm is raised high, and the flames are held above.

At the same time, it gradually grew larger in the air.

In an instant, it expanded into a newborn sun, several meters wide, rising slowly from the darkness.

The bright light from the yellow flames of the sun overwhelmed the fires in the city behind it, rising to a height of a hundred meters.

Xi Heng wanted to launch a surprise attack to interrupt the other party's actions, but just before she was about to move, she felt a strong sense of threat enveloping her entire body.

The threat seemed to be warning her that any action she took now would be met with an irresistible and fatal blow.

Even if the enemy can only launch one attack at most, they can be killed in an instant.

The other powerful cultivators in the vicinity were probably also concerned about this, and none of them made a move.

As a result, the sun in the distance rose higher and higher, hanging high in the sky, illuminating the night on the earth and the sky, turning almost a hundred meters of area into daylight.

Two or three seconds later, a vertical crack appeared in the center of the newborn sun.

The center of the vertical mark was overflowing with black droplets, like the sun bleeding as it stretched viscous black liquid toward the ground.

The crack gradually widened, like an eyelid that had turned in the wrong direction, or like a sliding double door separating.

A red eye stands out against the crimson sun.

Her red eyes darted around, releasing a surge of intense heat that caused Xi Heng to instinctively take a half-step back.

She felt as if she were standing on lava. Even though her internal energy could keep her body functioning normally, the intense heat still affected her movements and mind.

Just then, a cool breeze suddenly blew from behind.

Xi Heng glanced back and saw a transparent talisman, about the size of a person, floating above them, constantly emitting cool air and chill as it rippled.

The two intertwined white snakes and the equally enormous jade tiger roared and charged toward the enemy.

From the side, the female cultivator conjured a fiery phoenix from crimson flames, which soared to the sky and sang aloud.

It flew through the air, spun once, and then crashed straight into a formidable opponent in the distance.

Dressed in black robes, Yin Wanluan leaped high into the air, brandishing the broken sword burning with pure fire, sending a crescent-shaped white flame sword aura flying into the distance.

Xi Heng also joined in, rushing forward into the broken barrier. The sharp blade, already brimming with sword energy, fell down, unleashing a burst of white energy, like a cannonball blast.

In the distance, the middle-aged man in the blood-red robe saw the overlapping attacks coming and simply pulled out a black gold scepter from thin air, slamming the base of the scepter into the ground.

Instantly, massive, golden fireballs exploded in the air, crashing down on the numerous attacks that followed.

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Soon after.

Amidst a barrage of artillery fire resembling missiles exploding against each other, Xi Heng single-handedly dodged numerous attacks and bombardments. With the aid of the Flying Swallow Technique and the Embracing Dan Lightness Skill, he traversed the battle zone of several giant beasts and arrived near his formidable adversary.

Then, he joined forces with the female cultivator dressed in a red dress with fire patterns to defeat the enemy in close combat.

While other cultivators used various spells to distract the enemy and provide cover, the two of them moved around and attacked like double phantoms, eventually finding a weakness in the enemy.

Finally, Xi Heng, wielding a flaming sword, plunged it straight into his formidable enemy's chest and lungs.

As for why it was a blazing sword blade—it's because during the coordinated attack, the female cultivator used the sword-dispensing technique to pass the sword to Xi Heng, who was running at full speed.

Even with the combined force of Dan Jin and Jian Xin, it would be difficult to break through the defense of a Foundation Establishment Perfection Grand Cultivator using only ordinary sharp blades.

Only a high-grade spiritual weapon belonging to a cultivator could possibly pierce through the protective shield and strike the body inside.

There was no hissing sound when the fire sword struck; only the roar of flames echoed in my ears.

The man in the blood-red robe trembled as he was stabbed by the fiery sword, but he was stunned for a moment. He looked down and saw the raging fire in his heart, and only took a step back.

But the crimson spiritual fire on the sword had already flowed through his meridians and muscles to his limbs and bones.

With his physical body damaged in this way, even though he was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he could no longer make any movements.

"You...you will all be consumed by the demonic fire..."

The victim's eyes blazed with a reddish-yellow resentment as he uttered these words in a hoarse, deep voice.

Xi Heng was already used to this kind of threat, so he kicked out at the other person's waist and abdomen.

He then drew the flaming sword that had seeped into the enemy's heart.

She didn't look at the blood-robed man lying on the ground, still reaching up and muttering to himself; she only focused on the weapon in her hand, its blade made of raging fire.

"This sword is not bad..."

Although the enemy had already been bombarded with numerous spells and incantations before the sword struck, and had suffered many injuries of varying degrees, I was only able to deliver the fatal blow at the very end.

However, the feeling of piercing through shields and flesh with this sword without any hindrance is truly excellent.

She wanted to keep the sword.

"Of course it's good, this is a top-grade spiritual artifact." The female cultivator who had suffered minor injuries overheard this and reached out her hand.

Xi Heng reluctantly handed the blade back to the other party, asking in the meantime, "What level is a high-grade spiritual weapon?"

"Hehe, although your swordsmanship and martial arts have reached their peak, you are still just an ignorant mortal." The female cultivator shook her head gently.

After their joint battle, this man found Xi Heng much more agreeable and explained:

"Ordinary magic tools are used by Qi Refining cultivators, while spiritual tools are above magic tools and can only be controlled by Foundation Establishment cultivators... High-grade spiritual tools and top-grade spiritual tools are basically only in the hands of late Foundation Establishment and Perfection cultivators."

"There should be some even higher-level ones after that, right?"

"Don't aim too high." The other party only said, "There are naturally treasures and Dao artifacts above, but in the entire Fire Hell, the only things that can be called treasures are the Pure Fire itself and the ones in the Myriad Treasures Pavilion..."

She paused here, saying only, "Those kinds of magical treasures are something that ordinary people can hardly come into contact with even a few times in their entire lives of cultivation. I advise you to start learning from the very basics."

“Oh…” the girl nodded.

Judging from this hierarchy, her vengeful fire should also be considered a special kind of spiritual artifact—after all, it can even have some effect on those who have reached the peak of Foundation Establishment.

As she pondered this, she turned and glanced at the fallen enemy.

Then, Yin Wanluan, dressed in black robes, appeared out of nowhere, her broken sword, burning with pure fire, plunging downwards into her father's neck.

The pure fire seeped downwards, covering the red-robed man's entire head.

For some reason, Xi Heng felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, and unconsciously tilted his head.

The other fellow cultivators also withdrew their spells, looking at their magical artifacts with regret.

The all-out battle just now had caused some damage to their equipment, some more serious than others.

Jade Tiger lost a front leg, and the demon-refining cultivator's twin snakes had half of their heads blasted off, making the cultivator look even more haggard.

To the side, Yin Wanluan still used his broken sword to press down on the enemy, while the pure fire completely covered the head and chest of the middle-aged man below.

She remained indifferent in this position for a long time, until the figure below stopped moving completely.

After pausing, Yin Wanluan shook his head, drew his broken sword, and returned the radiant white pure fire to the sword.

"The amount of pure fire is still too small to force out resentment."

After speaking softly, she looked at Xi Heng and bowed slightly: "I would like to ask you to do it."

The black robe was pulled back on, the broken sword was hidden at his waist, and the cold and beautiful assassin demeanor from before was completely gone.