Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

When the right hand is clenched, a floating island appears high up on the side of the Spirit Fire Space.

The firelight flickered below the island, above which stood a mansion building.

A person walked out; it was a blonde woman whose appearance resembled Xi Heng's.

"Spatial transfer?" She looked around in a daze. "How could something like this happen so suddenly without any warning?"

In the pond in the courtyard, the fish are still swimming.

The pool water rippled slightly before returning to calm.

Nothing seemed to have happened; the carp were simply blowing bubbles and eating the bait.

Below, in a town several thousand meters away, a spirit entity saw the sky island suddenly appear and called out to the crowd.

Everything was peaceful within the space, but a great calamity was about to befall the outside world.

The dense black mist, though still seemingly far away, was like an endless block of ink thrown into a pond, already beginning to color the sky.

Other ordinary dark clouds seemed to be drawn into the thick fog as if by a suction force, and the sky that was revealed was not blue, but dark gray.

Moreover, its color becomes increasingly deep, gradually turning black.

As Xi Heng gazed at that incomprehensible thing, his desire to retreat grew ever stronger.

Just as he was about to use spatial magic to teleport away, he heard a strange voice coming from the Black Tide:

"Follow us and become the great tide."

The moment the words entered her ears, before she could even grasp their meaning, her resentment was already ignited.

The flames burst uncontrollably around her, and the resentment within seemed to awaken anew, transforming the flames into the shape of a demon's head.

Xi Heng has already reached the Nascent Soul stage, and his mind will not be affected by such activated resentment.

But the physical body, as a result, exuded a strong killing intent.

His gaze was gloomy, his pupils were bloodshot, and the resentment in his hand uncontrollably transformed into the shape of a sharp sword, which he gripped tightly.

The hilt of the sword is shaped like a ferocious beast with fangs, the guard is shaped like two vengeful ghosts, and the blade is covered with fangs. It is so huge that it is unlike the longsword he usually uses, and it looks more like some kind of strange broadsword.

He raised his right hand, turned his body, and aimed the sharp blade at the tallest tree in the center of Changping City.

Compared to the dense blackness in the distance, the towering trees in front of us didn't seem so enormous.

If Xi Heng were to choose one thing as her enemy, she would probably choose the divine tree in front of her.

But things are different today.

It would be better if she could choose her own enemies, instead of being controlled by hatred and forced to become a puppet of them, fighting against humanity.

Xi Heng unleashed his nascent soul energy from within his body, regaining control of his physical form.

Then he turned around to face the ever-growing black tide.

Dark clouds surged and spread across the sky, and half of the dark clouds on the horizon had disappeared, revealing a deep gray sky.

Another gaze fell upon her, and seeing Xi Heng's resolute expression, it revealed a deep-seated malice.

"You don't want to?"

"If you had asked me nicely, I might have agreed." The girl scoffed, her intense killing intent turning towards Kuroshio.

"A great grudge from outside, either integrate or die forever—" The eerie voice entered her mind directly.

"I'd like to know how you intend to kill me forever." Xi Heng's killing intent grew even stronger.

The other party stopped responding, but one gaze remained fixed on him.

Suddenly, a clicking sound came from behind.

She turned her head slightly and saw that a huge crack had suddenly appeared in the middle of the trunk of the Supreme Divine Tree.

A thick black substance emanated from within, as if the trunk of a tree was filled with silt and was vomiting out from the inside.

The dense darkness outside the city pressed closer and closer, and the cracks in the divine tree widened further.

Finally, some cultivators from the city appeared, sending hundreds of streaks of light flying around to cast spells to remedy the situation around the divine tree.

Numerous spells poured into the rift, gathering the five elements, but none were effective.

All kinds of magic disappear as soon as they touch the black mud.

When spiritual energy is absorbed, spells lose their support and collapse; only certain special attributes can still produce an effect.

Xi Heng had a way to move the black mud away, but it was difficult to fill the gap in the giant tree.

Spatial magic consumes a lot of spiritual energy, and the divine tree seems beyond saving, so it's better to save your energy to escape.

Among the cultivators at the rear, only a handful of their spells were effective against the black mud, unable to reverse the collapse of the divine tree.

The Kuroshio Current continues to press in.

Several powerful cultivators from the city transformed into streaks of light and flew outside the city in an attempt to block their way.

At the same time, high above the clouds, the tree canopy suddenly burst into golden light.

Golden light converged into a giant sword thousands of meters long, piercing through the clouds. Its surface was covered with square patterns, and the blade had vertical lines and a few lines of poetry. After it appeared, it slowly accelerated like an aerial warship, pressing down on the dark blackness in the distance.

Because of its enormous size, it appears slow, but in reality, it is several times faster than the escape techniques of powerful cultivators.

Dozens of seconds later, the golden sword collided with the black turbidity.

When it pierced through, the giant sword appeared to Xi Heng as small as a golden needle.

Immersed in the darkness, it vanished without a trace, without making a sound.

"...Is he really that strong?" Xi Heng's killing intent subsided slightly.

The aura of that golden giant sword was above the Nascent Soul stage, and even if it didn't reach the Divine Transformation stage, it was still quite close.

It struck the black tide, but failed to cause the slightest ripple, and simply vanished quietly.

On the side, a dozen or so other Nascent Soul cultivators had already gone into battle, their various colored lights flying together to meet the enemy outside the city.

At the same time, golden rays of light fell from the tree canopy, like many weeping willows protecting the city.

In the central city, numerous vengeful ghosts emerged from the black mud flowing outwards, wreaking havoc.

The golden willow swept away the demons and monsters, shattering them into pieces.

At the front line, the black tide surged forward at an accelerated pace, directly engulfing the first cultivator who stood in its way.

The front end suffered a problem, and the back end also encountered issues.

The cracks in the tree trunk suddenly widened, and jet-black flames erupted from the surface of the flowing black mud.

Black flames spread outward from the cracks, quickly obscuring more and more of the divine tree's golden light, and soon they would cover the entire giant tree.

Meanwhile, Xi Heng had already begun preparing for spatial teleportation before this.

Even though the wide-area network had sent a message calling for help to save the tree, she ignored it completely.

Before them, Changpingjing was clearly doomed; the overwhelming black tide was something that even a Nascent Soul cultivator could not withstand.

The Nascent Soul cultivators were all dead; if they weren't, they should have made their move long ago.

With no hope of winning, she naturally left.

With fingers pinching the spirit, the complex Phoenix Talisman magic pattern is drawn in front of him.

Meanwhile, the unconscious entity responsible for production within their own company returned on orders.

By the time the spatial runes were completed, the avatar was already by his side.

The white-haired girl covered her palm with spiritual light and twisted it toward the array patterns in front of her.

A slightly fluctuating portal then appeared, revealing a sunlit wasteland behind it.

Once the space stabilized, Xi Heng led his avatar inside.

A sense of teleportation washed over her, and when she closed her eyes and opened them again, she was back in a relatively safe wasteland area.

At least, it's much safer here than under the Kuroshio Current.

Once the portal closed, Xi Heng looked around and, seeing no sign of the black tide, slowly exhaled a breath of relief—finally, they were out of danger.

"I'll go back to Xiping after that... I wonder if the Black Tide will turn to Xiping after they capture Changpingjing, or if there are any other major enemies attacking there," she muttered to herself.

"It's quite far from here to Xiping, it might take seven or eight days to fly there... Luckily we brought a flying boat."

Xi Heng pondered silently, his mind drifting to the storage ring on his fingertip.

Just as she was about to release the small flying boat, she sensed something approaching from behind.

沙、

The sound of footsteps on the desert sand had just reached my ears.

The next instant, a hissing sound rang out—

A chill ran through my chest, and a bright red blade, stained with my blood, seemed to pierce my heart in a daze.

"Huh?" She jerked her body up, surprised before the pain even hit her.

Immediately afterwards, the crimson blade that pierced through her delicate chest spun and then suddenly slashed upwards.

It pierced from the left chest to the right shoulder, penetrating the entire lung and heart, breaking the ribs and shoulder blade.

The smooth wound was prominent, with bright red blood oozing out.

The girl let out a muffled groan, turned her head slightly, and the cut surfaces of her wounds crisscrossed.

Turning around, she saw the avatar that had followed her and was now wielding a strangely shaped, vengeful fire sword that pierced through her body.

The blood-stained blade slowly retracted, and Xi Heng's physical body tilted forward.

With a sudden fall, the wound revealed its glowing light, and it was completely healed.

He stood up and turned around, only to see that the eyes of his avatar were now crimson, filled with resentment and hatred, and his killing intent was almost boiling.

With a flick of his wrist, another sharp blade appeared in his left hand.

The two swords crossed, the right arm with the sharp blade pointing straight at him, while the left hand rested on the right arm, and he leaned slightly forward in an attacking stance.

Xi Heng frowned slightly, raised his greatsword, and asked in confusion:

"When did the Black Tide also gain your control?"

"You've twisted me," the avatar said in a low voice, only slightly different from hers.

"What does 'distort' mean? How could I distort my own clone?" The girl tilted her head.

In an instant, the opponent swept a sword across Xi Heng's neck.

The girl tilted her head back to avoid it, only two strands of hair falling from her neck.

With a swift turn, the blade's tip pointed directly at her throat, just a hair's breadth away.

The slightest tremor would result in a cut.

“I’m going to kill you,” the other person said.

“I remember when you were separated, no emotions were implanted, right?” Xi Heng tilted his head: “I always felt like you hated me.”

"The Black Tide gave me resentment, and I turned it into my own heart." The other party adjusted his smile to an eerie degree, his murderous intent almost overflowing.

"So I really am being controlled." The girl pressed her temples, looking a little troubled.

In her past experiences of awakening her true nature and cultivating her sword heart, she had also fought against various incarnations of herself in illusions—each time quite troublesome.

This is the first time in reality.

"The drawbacks of the method of creating an external avatar have finally appeared..." Xi Heng looked at the sharp blade at his neck and snapped his fingers.

Snapped--

At her command, the form before her instantly disintegrated into flames.

But in the next instant, the resentful fire reappeared, permeating the scattered spiritual fire and re-forming it, continuing to manifest the appearance of an external avatar.

Once the attack was complete, the opponent did not hesitate and swung his double blades in a series of slashes.

Xi Heng clicked his tongue and parried with his greatsword, creating a metallic clang.

With a clang, blood spurted out.

The opponent merely swung his two swords, yet ten times more sword energy erupted in succession.