Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Help! Help!"

Its portrait is a smiling face painting that Su Ziyuan asked Yin Wanluan to draw for her, and it is still moving today.

"What is it?" the girl typed in response.

The other party's whereabouts are unknown, but if they encounter a truly terrifying threat, they should directly use the White Phoenix Spirit Fire that Xi Heng gave them to perform a long-distance spatial transfer to escape first.

She could sense that the other party had not used their spiritual fire, so they probably weren't facing a truly serious threat.

Su Ziyuan on the other end quickly sent a voice message, and a light, crisp female voice like the chirping of birds came through:

"We and Sister Fenghuo accepted an event mission to search for the infiltrated envoys of the Mysterious Calamity in the Qingge Realm. But the mission says there are four envoys, but there is actually a fifth one. We had just found the fourth one and hadn't even relaxed for two days when the Transformation Black Gate suddenly opened."

Before Xi Heng could reply, another long voice message arrived:

"If we don't do anything, all the 400 kill points we got from working so hard with Sister Fenghuo, and all the 200,000 virtual points reward for the mission are gone! Please help us, please help us!" the little girl cried out repeatedly.

"Oh." Realizing that the other party was not in any danger, Xi Heng's attitude became more casual: "Then add it to the to-do list and send me the event link."

"Um, um, um, it seems the event we're involved in is only open to those below the Nascent Soul stage. Those at the Nascent Soul stage probably can't teleport through the Imaginary Realm." She chuckled after saying this, and continued her request:

"So I'm asking you to send some of that kind of power that can fight against calamities and deal with the strange things coming from the Black Gate of Transformation here... As long as the power is suppressed, it will allow me and Sister Feng Huo to get close to the Black Gate and close it."

“It is possible.” The girl thought for a moment, then said, “But my death energy will remain in that world, and it may spontaneously expand, absorbing the death energy that already exists in the world and turning it into a new natural disaster.”

"Then let's not worry about it, as long as the mission is accomplished." The other party chuckled.

"Aren't you closely related to Su Xuanhua? Why don't you have that saintly demeanor of hers, always busy saving the world?" Xi Heng asked curiously.

"The mortal cultivators and such in this world have long been moved away by the Imaginary Realm. Now it's just an empty wasteland. It doesn't matter if the world is destroyed, as long as we can get our mission rewards." The other party said casually, "You will get a lot of imaginary points after you complete it, so please hurry up!"

Xi Heng casually sent a "good" message, taking it as an acceptance of the other party's task.

Then, he silently shifted his focus to his external avatar in the distant celestial realm.

First, the coordinates were set, and then the portal to the Spirit Fire Space in the Heavenly Realm was opened, and the hand was reached inside.

Then they contacted Su Ziyuan and asked her to use the White Phoenix Spirit Fire to construct the coordinates there.

Thus, consuming a large amount of spiritual energy and fire, the two teleportation portals merged.

A gray porcelain-colored left hand with six fingers swiftly reached out into another, extremely distant realm.

Qinggejie, above the green eaves and sea of ​​grass.

Su Ziyuan blinked when she saw the left hand reach out.

He then quickly pointed to the distance ahead: "The Transformation Black Gate is just ten thousand meters ahead. It has only been open for a short time, and not many strange things have gathered yet. Please make your move!"

"Oh." A soft voice came from the spatial fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, a thick black aura surged into the Disaster Point, amplifying and expanding it further.

One second everything was normal, the next a black light flashed.

In an instant, an extremely dense gray-black fog covered hundreds of meters in front of us.

Although there are some skeletons and flesh in the grasslands that can be resurrected to fight, the black mist can directly conjure countless skeleton legions made purely of death energy. Every time it advances, it turns the green grass on the ground into withered yellow, and then into gray ashes.

First, rows of gray-black knights rode forward on skeletal horses or wolves, then giant deathly golems surged forward, unleashing earthquakes. Yes.

In just half a minute, the Death Legion took shape on this spot and attacked the rapidly forming Metamorphosis Demon.

……

Volume 1: Chapter 376, Sweet Words and Generous Gifts

Ten days have passed since Dang Xiheng used his death energy to provide assistance to the Qingge Realm where Su Ziyuan is located.

The gray-black aura emanating from his external avatar using the Disaster Finger technique is comparable in concentration and power to that of a typical Calamity.

It can subtly gain the upper hand in the competition with the newly opened Transformation Black Gate.

On the Qingge Realm grassland, countless black and gray skeletal monsters, representing the concept of death, condensed from the mist and rushed out. The skeletons had no formation or tactics, and simply surged like a tidal wave.

Several meters or even tens of meters tall bone and flesh puppets, along with bone dragons and giant eagles in the sky, marched side by side, while below, skeleton knights riding warhorses or directly fused with the warhorses created a series of muffled thunderous thuds.

Amidst the commotion across the vast land, strange, purplish-black shapes surged forth from the other end.

The Transformation Black Gate is also spreading its own purplish-black color, covering the surrounding land with purplish-black veins and textures, from which various abnormal creatures of indescribable shapes are rapidly being conceived.

The clash between the two sides' forces triggered a protracted war.

The surrounding grasslands have been transformed into shades of purple and gray, eroding and encroaching upon each other like a coloring game.

However, the power extended by the transformation was extremely weak. Compared to the enormous purple aura that lingered in the void, the purple here was merely a tiny detail at the tip of the tentacle.

Gradually, gray and black gained the upper hand and began to encroach on the territory covered by purple light from all directions.

Two other cultivators weaved among the army of death energy, trying various methods to accelerate their advance and get closer to the transmutation black gate at the very center of the enemy.

Su Ziyuan has awakened the White Light Technique, which can be used to suppress the strange.

Wherever it goes, it can greatly accelerate the progress of the disaster.

The calamity side naturally wouldn't surrender easily either, and also sent out calamity humanoids covered in purple-black to fight back. However, condensing such humanoids consumes a great deal of energy, and it takes a long time to stop producing other mutated monsters before one can be condensed.

Once formed, Chen Fenghuo's ability to perceive the calamity's weaknesses and Su Ziyuan's white light technique will still allow them to deal with it easily.

The two sides were significantly outmatched, and the battle ended in just ten days.

As a result, the death energy naturally spread to the vicinity of the Transformation Black Gate, which was then closed by two cultivators using magic.

The spell used to close the Blood Well in the Xuanxiao Realm can be slightly modified to close the Black Gate that spreads the Calamity.

Seeing that everything was going smoothly, Xi Heng withdrew most of the death energy he had sent into this world, as well as the attention and vision he had sent out.

As for whether the death energy that existed within this world will change due to this wave of death energy eruption, that's not something to worry about.

……

Three days later, Su Ziyuan and Chen Fenghuo returned to their home in the Imaginary Realm.

Upon entering the Green Palace, she found Xi Heng and Yin Wanluan there. The lively little girl then began to recount the various deeds she had accomplished on her journey, how many missions she had completed, and how many people she had saved as a result.

The girl casually responded a few times, then sat down to eat some fruit and watched as the other person became the center of attention.

With such an overly lively girl, the atmosphere in the courtyard was certainly enhanced.

Amidst the chatter, Su Ziyuan suddenly asked Xi Heng, "Speaking of which, it's time to divide the money. How much do you want?"

This guy would call Chen Fenghuo or Yin Wanluan "sister" all the time, but for some reason, he didn't use such respectful terms when facing Xi Heng.

"Two Time Stones," Xi Heng casually stated his asking price.

"Okay, okay." The other party skillfully opened the Imaginary Realm, searched for the word "time" to purchase Time Stones, packed them into a package, and handed them over.

After Xi Heng smoothly accepted it, the girl blinked as if she had just understood something:

"time?"

"Did I buy the right thing?"

"It's impossible for me to have bought the wrong thing, I'm that smart." The other person just tilted their head and said, "But the power of time is a very powerful thing, how come you can master it?"

"Hmm." The response was quite casual.

Chen Fenghuo and Yin Wanluan already knew that she could use time-manipulation techniques.

Since Su Ziyuan was also living here, she didn't mind telling Su Ziyuan as well.

"This is quite extraordinary! Could it be that you actually have some special identity hidden behind your back?" The little girl walked around.

The girl simply shook her head: "There's nothing to hide. What you see in front of you is me."

"The power of time collapsed a thousand years ago, and even the True Dragon Clan could not regain control of it. Now it is controlled by human cultivators. Could it be true, as the rumors say... that one of the Ancestral Dragon's heart meridians was broken, and the time of this world is now in the hands of an immortal—" The other party began to ponder on his own, talking to himself.

Xi Heng placed his index and middle fingers horizontally and poked the other person's forehead to interrupt them.

"How can someone with such a small head know so much?"

Su Ziyuan pouted and looked up.

"Because we inherited a large part of Su Xuanhua's memories, and we've been learning all sorts of things all along."

"Anyway, don't overthink it. Many things are just coincidences." Xi Heng used simple words to cover up his special abilities, turned around, casually grabbed a fresh spiritual fruit from the table, and tossed it over.

The girl reached out with both hands to catch it, and as if she really didn't think twice, she took a big bite.

"To be honest, I also have something to ask you... though I might not be able to get any answers," Xi Heng said.

"Well?"

"You too are a being born from a calamity, and are somewhat connected to heavenly disasters. Do you know why these disasters have expanded so dramatically in recent years?"

"It's not spicy." Su Ziyuan said, her voice muffled as she ate fruit.

"Could it be that the light disaster did not cause any unexpected changes like other disasters?"

"It seems so... but we haven't been in contact for a long time, so I have no idea what's going on up there." The other person pouted and said, "Ever since it threw us down from the sky, we've been cut apart."

"Alright." Xi Heng clicked his tongue inwardly and didn't ask any more questions.

He took a spirit fruit for himself and savored its sweet taste.

After the conversation ended, Su Ziyuan, thinking that the rewards had been divided, ran back to Chen Fenghuo, who was closest to her, and started talking about everything under the sun as usual.

The everyday atmosphere lingered for a long time. Later, Su Ziyuan recommended various delicacies from the Spirit Fire Space, and then pulled Chen Fenghuo along to enter.

After a while, the blue hall fell silent.

Birds were still fluttering their wings in the air, and another new garment was completed, which Yin Wanluan received with her spiritual light.

She also chatted casually: "With the tense situation on all sides, my orders are getting fewer and fewer, and I've had a lot more free time lately."

"Is this a hint that he's inviting me on a date?" Xi Heng turned around.

"The invitation to you was already obvious." The other person shook his head and said, "I mean, because of this free time, the clothes I promised to give you have been made."

"Thank you, but the clothes..." Xi Heng thought of Yin Wanluan's style of craftsmanship and asked, "They weren't made particularly elaborate, were they?"

"I know you don't like overly ornate banquet dresses, nor do you like layered or pleated skirts... You usually wear close-fitting clothes, sword-wielding outfits, etc., so I'm mainly preparing sword-wielding outfits."

"You really understand me." The girl chuckled.

"However, I always wanted to weave a magnificent formal suit for you, so I made two: one is a sword suit that you can wear every day, and the other is a formal fur coat—wait a moment, I'll go get them."

After the other party finished speaking, a spatial fluctuation occurred, and they disappeared from sight, going to a storage room at the rear of the palace.

"...Hopefully it won't be too troublesome to wear."

Xi Heng inexplicably recalled the time when he first became emperor, and it took him more than half an hour to put on a dragon robe before the morning court session.

Furthermore, once dressed, one can only walk slowly; if one loses their footing or speeds up even slightly, they are prone to falling to the ground with a thud.

I fell down once when I got off the carriage to chase the enemy.

As he thought about it, Yin Wanluan's figure appeared again and again beside him.

The other party was holding two stacked sets of clothes. The lower set was based on red and gold colors, with various decorations on the sleeves. The upper part was decorated with the shape of a phoenix and clearly had phoenix-shaped characters, giving the surface decoration a spatial quality.

Even though it looks like just piled-up fabric, upon closer inspection you can see that the golden phoenix pattern on it will be drawn into a three-dimensional projection as the dress ripples, as if there really is a golden phoenix in the world woven by this dress.

"Why don't you try changing out of this formal fur coat first?" The blonde woman took out the lower robe, her expression full of anticipation.

Xi Heng accepted it in the end, not refusing the other party's kindness.

The moment I touched this special outfit, my fingertips felt a distinct softness.

The threads used to weave this fabric are extremely fine, much finer than spider silk.

Logically, such fine threads should only be used to make thicker garments, but Yin Wanluan was able to use these fine threads to weave layer upon layer, creating an orderly and meticulously detailed effect.

The elaborate patterns on the surface of the robe are also meticulously woven with fine threads. No detail is overlooked, whether on the edges or the lining. Just by touching it with your fingers, you can feel the effort that has been put into it.

"It must have taken a lot of effort to make this." Xi Heng ran his fingers over the cloud and phoenix patterns on the clothing, and also saw many patterns related to the hell.

The outline of the main city of the Pure Fire Cult is etched beneath the cloud patterns on the hem of the skirt.

At first glance, it looks like the magnificent robes that the Lord of Hellfire should wear...

Furthermore, one can see patterns related to oneself in the fine details of the designs, such as the phoenix feathers in Xi Heng's casually scattered hair that are attached to the front of the robe.

"They did put in a little more effort."

"It doesn't seem like just a little bit." The girl whispered a thank you, then changed the subject: "Does this dress have a name now?"

“Strictly speaking, it should be called: Crimson Phoenix Robe with Golden Threads and Flame-Red Feathers… However, such names are meaningless to you and me. Let’s just call it ‘Yin Wanluan’s Gift Robe’.” The other person chuckled.