Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

As an external deity with a powerful anchor point in his mind, Xi Heng could act as he pleased.

Only after Chen Fenghuo was momentarily dazed, and the effects of the alcohol wore off, did he look up at the sky and sigh softly before finally settling down.

After passing this hurdle, the next step is the martial arts competition.

Several blood wolves, raised by the Crimson Sect for a hundred years, were on the lower level. They all had three heads and six claws, and wore magical artifacts on their throats. With each movement, blood rose up, and they could also hold weapons in their mouths, releasing sword energy and flying swords to fight like cultivators.

Such monsters, infected by the blood plague, become several times stronger.

However, since Chen Fenghuo gained the ability to identify the weaknesses of the Blood Calamity, everything has become much simpler.

In terms of attack power and destructive effect, Xi Heng's various moves are more than enough. As long as he can counter the Calamity's regeneration method and find its weakness, he can win in a short time.

Having overcome numerous obstacles, they traveled from the sect to the outer sect area, then entered the inner sect of the Crimson River Sect, climbed to the peak, and arrived at the rear of the sect master's hall.

At this point, there was no more fighting.

Behind the main hall was a large flowerbed covered with various red flowers, which still bloomed despite the bloodshed.

Red flowers sway gently without wind, bowing slightly in the center of the altar.

The central element is a withered red human figure sculpture, not very finely crafted, with only a few lines on the clothing.

However, the red-robed cultivator's otherworldly and refined demeanor was vividly sculpted, and even though half of his body had faded, he still retained a certain air of elegance.

Xi Heng walked around the long corridor and accompanied Chen Fenghuo into the flower bed.

The jade road was trodden underfoot, with faint footprints left on top.

Countless red flowers faced them, as if countless eyes were staring at them.

The only sound was the rustling of flowers all around; this final trial, which led directly to the sect's secret realm, seemed quite peaceful.

Amidst the sounds of flowers and grass, a soft murmur escaped.

The closer one gets to the human figure sculpture in the center of the flower bed, the clearer the murmurs become.

"The Moon is reversed, the sea of ​​blood will never dry up, and the calamities will never be extinguished..." Xi Heng heard these words.

“The calamity that befalls the world is caused by the dust and grime. Immortals do not take precautions, cultivators become demons, the world is already corrupted, resentment accumulates in the world, and calamity arises again after it has been extinguished… Therefore, the blood calamity is brought to cleanse it.”

This calm voice seemed to be slowly telling a story:

“Evil intentions are easy to abandon, but good intentions are difficult to abandon. Even good deeds can lead to evil karma, because the human heart is stubborn at its core.”

"Returning to sincerity and enlightenment, with boundless life and boundless mind, without self or other, all beings are equal, and the world is in harmony."

"..."

Xi Heng didn't listen carefully, but only asked:

"What is this...?"

“It is preaching the Tao,” Chen Fenghuo said. “The Tao that brings disaster and calamity.”

Su Xuanhua glanced around, searching for other ways to pass the level, and said at the same time:

"This hurdle is generally about hearing the Dao and passing through it, but what we are facing is the path of natural disasters and evil... Even if we listen to the teachings, we will not understand them since we have not been tainted by bloodshed."

“No, I understand.” The blonde woman among the three slowly leaned toward the sculpture in the center of the flower bed: “What this person said contains a martial arts manual. As long as you master it, you can pass the test… This martial arts manual doesn’t seem too difficult for me.”

Chen Fenghuo listened to the whispers in his ear, quietly discerning the poetic principles within, and memorized them.

Slowly sit cross-legged and circulate your spiritual energy.

……

Volume 1: Chapter 369, A Glimmer of Hope

Deep within the Crimson River Sect, in the trial grounds.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed through the clouds, and flashes of light appeared intermittently within the mist, only to vanish in an instant.

This flower bed is not an illusion, and it is directly connected to the outside world.

Looking up, one can see the shape of the sky, with nothing obstructing the view.

Surrounded by grand halls on all four sides, a sea of ​​crimson flowers ripples gently like the surface of a lake.

Xi Heng ignored the strange murmurs coming from the central statue and watched Chen Fenghuo make a cultivation posture on the side of the sculpture, wondering whether he should stop him.

Chen Fenghuo said that she heard a special skill in the sculpture's murmurs, and that mastering this skill was the key to passing the trial.

But who knows if there might be any traps involved, or if the technique itself is inherently strange...

"Be careful," the girl finally said, offering only this advice.

"Don't worry, I can see through them," Chen Fenghuo replied.

Then he closed his eyes and, following the theory of cultivation techniques deciphered from the strange murmurs, circulated the spiritual light within his body along a path he had never considered before.

Time flowed slowly by, and the red mist outside seemed to be attracted by something, seeping through the gaps in the surrounding halls or crowding over the rooftops.

Strands of blood energy mingled together, transforming in the air into a red silk-like object that converged before Chen Fenghuo's seated figure, condensing into two crimson blood-red beads.

The person sitting cross-legged spreads out their palms, with two beads of blood floating on them, gathering the power of calamity.

The cultivation process was calm, without the chaos and erosion commonly seen in blood disasters; it was as if it were being tamed and slowly surrounded.

Xi Heng watched quietly from the side, thinking that if anything unusual happened, he would take action to neutralize the surrounding blood energy.

Su Xuanhua, who was on the side, also believed Chen Fenghuo and explained on his behalf:

"What she discovered should be the uncontaminated secret method of the Akahaku sect, so there should be no danger in practicing it."

"Isn't it this sect that caused the calamity?" Xi Heng asked in return.

"The Crimson River Sect has existed for a thousand years since its inception, and has been studying the Way of Filth and Calamity for over three hundred years. Its techniques and secret arts have long been solidified. It is only in recent years that someone has tampered with the foundation of the techniques, which led to the Blood Calamity descending upon the world." The other party said, "Simply cultivating its techniques should not cause any problems."

"Really?" the girl remained skeptical.

Matters concerning disasters are probably not as easy and simple as one might imagine.

"What we should be more worried about is when she will be able to complete her cultivation and lead us through this trial."

"Will it take a long time?"

“The secret techniques of various sects cannot be learned casually. It is not impossible to use them for a year or two. During this time, one must also try to find other ways to pass the test, otherwise…” The silver-haired woman looked up at the clouds above: “The fate of the world is about to change.”

Thick clouds surged and moved with the long wind.

It was unclear whether the red mist within the Crimson Mist Sect was interfering with visibility, or whether it was due to changes in the clouds above.

A faint red hue could be seen on the surface of the clouds.

"Before this trip, the zenith protection was already showing signs of weakness, and it's unclear how much longer it can hold out."

“If we linger here too long, even if the three of us are able to withstand the external blood tide, the survivors in the major shelters outside will all perish,” Su Xuanhua said. “Then there will be no point in us coming here.”

"Don't put pressure on him," Xi Heng clicked his tongue. "Let Feng Huo follow his instincts."

"What about time..."

The other person shook their head and began walking around the flower bed again.

From flower petals to pavilion roof tiles, and even the wooden traces on the floor, everything was scanned using various detection methods.

Xi Heng calmed himself down and began cultivating with Chen Fenghuo.

She didn't care much about outsiders; she had only come to this world to save her relative.

As long as there are no obstacles in front of you, there's no need to worry about the chaos and disorder outside.

The girl calmed herself down and then turned her gaze to Su Xuanhua.

A cultivator like him, who has taken on the responsibility of saving the world, must live a very tiring life.

The possibility of success, however, is extremely slim.

The heavenly calamities are so numerous that even the largest realm in the void, the Heavenly Realm, cannot withstand them. The numerous obstacles set up in various places will only be uprooted one by one by the army of calamities.

She acknowledged that Su Xuanhua was somewhat special, but he shouldn't be special enough to resist such a powerful calamity in the void outside all by himself.

Therefore, Xi Heng never held any hope for the method of saving the world that she mentioned.

He only allowed this external avatar to accompany Chen Fenghuo on his journey, and once everything was over, he would take the other person back.

After having thought about it, Xi Heng withdrew his mind and used cultivation to pass the time, gradually integrating the various powers within his body.

The sky outside is changing color.

The sky was sometimes dark and sometimes clear. Because the clouds covered the sky, the rotation of the sun and moon could not be seen. One could only judge whether it was daytime or nighttime by the brightness of the light.

Light and darkness alternated in this way for a long time.

Ten days later, a touch of damp coolness touched my cheek.

She also stopped circulating energy within her body, opened her eyes, and saw drops of slightly reddish rain falling from the sky.

Xi Heng raised his hand to catch a drop, and as the coolness spread through his palm, the slight red tinge hidden in the rainwater also stained his skin.

The crimson light did not expand; with her current power, she could easily keep it out.

Chen Fenghuo was protected by a spiritual light shield, so he was naturally unharmed.

In the past few days, Su Xuanhua has investigated every part of the flower bed, but with the investigative abilities of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, he could not find any other abnormalities.

Perhaps Chen Fenghuo's ability to see 'another dimension' could offer some solutions, but for now, she is simply staying beneath the statue to learn secret techniques.

"It's raining..." Su Xuanhua also felt a little rain falling on his wrist.

She was immune to these kinds of eerie things, but she could still sense something unusual.

Then he looked up again at the place where the rain had condensed, and muttered to himself, "I need to speed things up."

"Is the world going to end?" Xi Heng asked curiously, having also woken up.

"..."

The other party had no intention of responding, but instead gathered a white light in their palm and unfolded.

The white light rippled and transformed into a scene projected from who-knows-where.

The scene depicts a shelter in an underground cave, with houses made of stone and wood, and a dark red underground river running along the side.

A dead tree supports the entire large cave, with roots at both ends but no branches or leaves. It is perhaps more appropriate to call it a strange wooden beam than a tree.

Most of the human figures left in the shelter had pointed ears, pale and thin faces, and a few veins protruding from their bodies, all of which shimmered with a scarlet glow.

It looks more like some kind of monster than a human.

Su Xuanhua twirled his fingers, letting images of various shelters flash before his eyes.

The people in the picture are mostly no longer human.

In the seventeenth image, a shelter is seen to have been breached by a swarm of giant, blood-stained worms, with red and white worms resembling brain matter constantly devouring the creatures inside.

Some humanoid figures jumped into the blood-red dark river beside the sanctuary, immersing their bodies in it and transforming into even more bizarre forms.

This would cause them to lose their minds, but at the same time, they would become part of the blood tide, thus escaping being devoured by the giant worms.

"At least, those attacks that had been dormant for so long have started again," Su Xuanhua said calmly.

She wasn't concerned with the life-and-death struggle unfolding before her eyes; she was only concerned with the vast concept of 'survivors'—Xi Heng could tell.

"How long can it last?"

"The remaining cultivators are weak and won't last much longer," the other party shook their head.

"Speaking of which," Xi Heng chatted casually with the other party, "the humans in your world have all turned into monsters, and it seems they can no longer live without the pollution of the blood tide. They are more like a byproduct of the filth disaster than humans... Are such people worth risking your life to save?"

“It’s worth it,” Su Xuanhua said simply.

"Why?"

"As long as humanity remains in the world and people yearn for salvation and liberation from the despair they are currently afflicted with, everything is worthwhile."

“Indeed, what my other Chen Fenghuo said was correct.” The white-haired girl stood up and casually asked, “You seem like a savior machine, not a human, nor a selfish cultivator from any of the major realms—what exactly are you?”

During her observation period of more than ten days, she often thought about this issue.

The other person's temperament was vastly different from that of the cultivators she knew.

You could even say this guy has no personality at all, only obsession.

When asked, Su Xuanhua simply shook his head and said, "Several people have asked me similar questions before, and the answer has always been the same—I was born this way."

"Is it possible that you were actually deliberately created by someone or something..." Xi Heng wondered.