Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Other calamities in the void spread gradually in all directions, like ink in still water.

The Light Disaster, however, is like a fish chasing its prey, actively advancing in one direction.

It started as a white line carving a scar in the void, and then the cracks in the white line spread out and expanded to the top and bottom.

The dark-toned outer void was torn open by the Cataclysm, leaving a visible wound at one corner.

As the white marks spread, like other natural disasters, they covered one outer boundary after another.

Within the realm that comes into contact with the disaster of light, the rain of light pours down uncontrollably, and even the earth cannot stop the erosion of the white light, which will fill the entire realm.

Gradually, people in the celestial realm could see the white light of different shapes in the void simply by looking up at night.

As time passed, the relief of the light disaster also gave rise to a method of erosion beyond the light rain, which transformed into countless butterflies made of white light, fluttering their giant wings composed of pure light and flying to various realms.

Years later, the single giant butterfly could no longer meet the expansion needs of the white light, so a humanoid team that could cast white light spells was formed and traveled on giant warships that looked like flying boats.

The white marks in the void of night became increasingly clear, with countless burrs and lines emerging from the edges and corners, which was the army born from the cataclysmic disaster beginning to conquer all directions.

In other realms, cultivators also used mysterious techniques to come into contact with the white light, or attempted to control it, or were influenced to act as its henchmen, opening the door to salvation in their own realms, allowing the light disaster to project a large amount of combat power across space.

As more and more realms are swallowed up, the number of cultivators who submit to the White Light—whether driven by the Light of Salvation, agreeing with the ideals of salvation, or simply seeking to increase their power—is also increasing.

The legions born from the cataclysmic light, led by cultivators with spiritual power and intelligence, conquered realms and voids even faster.

Currently, the entire outer void is like a piece of white paper being constantly soaked with various colors, gradually being dyed into the shape of an overly chaotic oil painting.

Thirty-seven years after Xi Heng began his seclusion, when he looked up at the cloudless night sky from the northern polar region of the Heavenly Realm, he could see that the upper part of the void was almost filled with various chaotic and blurry colors.

Among the colors, red and purple are still the most common, but other colors are now clearly visible and no longer as difficult to distinguish as before.

The white color, representing relief from the catastrophe, is the most prominent—it is a bright white scar hanging in the void, like a smaller, brighter galaxy suspended high in the night sky.

Every detail on it represents the dispatch of a large army, and every faint white line connecting it to other regions represents the fall of a territory.

Xi Heng's avatar often sits in his floating city of bones, above the towering halls of corpses, watching the ever-expanding white light in the night sky.

He wondered how such a calamity, which he had witnessed firsthand, could grow to such a massive size in just a few decades.

Just how special was the white light that Su Xuanhua controlled?

Just who exactly is Su Xuanhua?

These kinds of questions often lingered in Xi Heng's mind, leading to various vague guesses from time to time.

One of the most common speculations is that the sudden awakening and violent expansion of other calamities in the void is due to the appearance of this Cataclysm of Salvation.

This judgment can be made in terms of time.

However, it is difficult to make sense logically. How can the relief of the light disaster, as a newborn infant, threaten the already formed great calamity?

Unless, the origin of this white light is far stronger than she currently knows.

"There are so many mysteries," muttered the avatar that had already built the giant floating city of skeletons.

"However, as time goes on, the truth will gradually be revealed."

"I'll just stay here and watch... After all, we can bring all the answers back to the past in the future."

That way, we'll have a significant intelligence advantage, allowing us to develop our own capabilities.

The girl, her body a pale gray porcelain color, exuding an aura of death, gazed silently at the night, letting the chaotic colors reflect in her pupils.

Below the floating city, an even larger gray-black undead legion than the Black Tide of Metamorphosis densely filled this icy wasteland, advancing towards the next battlefield.

Only a small section of the red cloth covering the disaster-stricken area remained; the red silk fluttered in the cold wind, and the white robe billowed.

The army operated on its own, and Xi Heng turned his mind back to his original body in the Imaginary Realm.

In the corner of the cultivation room, there were already more than twenty time stones the size of eggs piled up.

The last one in her hand had also completely faded, its power absorbed entirely.

The girl who had been sitting quietly in the center like a sculpture for a long time slowly opened her eyes and exhaled a breath of spiritual energy.

"The power of time seems to be sufficient..."

Xi Heng's mind was once again filled with the Time Array he had previously studied—the Method of Slaying the Dragon and Fixing its Fall.

With a flick of his right fingertip, spiritual energy, carrying the aura of time, painted twisted dragon-shaped characters in front of him.

"Let's just give it a try."

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Volume 1: Chapter 378, Time is of the Essence

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Xi Heng moved his slender fingers in the air, using the pale golden light on his fingertips to draw an unstable, twisted talisman.

On the surface, this talisman hanging in the air appears to be a flowing poem or calligraphy.

Even ordinary people who don't understand the meaning of the words on it will feel a sense of smoothness and flow when they look at it.

The running-cursive script is exquisite, with every detail revealing its extraordinary nature.

If you look at it for too long, you might forget that this article is actually written text and instead think that it is a simple sketch depicting some kind of divine creature.

And within its distorted appearance, one can glimpse a cross-sectional image left by the dragon of time.

Xi Heng studied the dragon-patterned inscription for six hours. When he glimpsed the hidden reflections within it, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.

During this time, the dragon blood in his body slightly seeped out, adorning the back of his hands and neck with tiny reddish-gold scales.

If a mortal with a certain level of comprehension observes for a long time, they might also be able to comprehend a little bit of the dragon's power...

After reading it, she silently moved it to her side and slowly drew another dragon pattern needed to perform the Dragon Slaying and Landing Technique according to her memory.

The entire formation consists of five dragon emblems.

According to the language used by the monks, their names are: Jianlin, Hezhang, Kongta, Kongju, and Dingluo.

Each dragon chapter depicts a powerful force of time, which the true dragon once used to manipulate time and reign supreme over all beasts. Even the phoenix, of equal rank, had to give way to it.

The girl drew and studied each of the five dragon emblems.

It took seven days before they finally set off, enlarging several dragon seals and affixing them to the floor of the training room.

First, use the power of time to fix the illusory and unreal text. Then, using the method in the ancient book, draw a special array with dragon blood to connect the five types of dragon text.

This dragon blood is no longer the filthy, withered blood of the Great Zhao, but the true dragon spirit blood purchased with a large number of points in the Imaginary Realm Mall.

Its blood-red color tinged with gold, giving it a radiant glow, and its spiritual energy is excellent, making it a high-quality product.

With blood on his fingertips and the passage of time, Xi Heng meticulously drew on the floor beneath his feet.

The speed is slow, like a painting by an ordinary person.

It took a whole day to carve array patterns onto the floor, walls, furniture and cushions in the meditation room, incense burner, and even the discarded Time Stones piled in the corner.

Once everything was complete, he returned to the center of the formation, sat cross-legged, and used magic to make his body float.

Before long, drops of golden light began to emanate from the body, and the power of time began to twist the surrounding scenery.

The array patterns on the ground and walls sometimes faded and sometimes reappeared, while the spirit candles that could burn for ten years seemed to decrease or increase rapidly as if time were accelerating.

Over a long period of time, time gradually stabilizes, no longer drifting towards the past from time to time, but gradually accelerating towards the future.

The dust, which was not controlled by spiritual power, continued to accumulate, covering the ground layer by layer.

The ever-burning candle burned out, the tabletop decayed over time, and the patterns drawn in various places became indistinct and blurred.

The black corrosion increased over time, creating spots and blackening throughout the interior.

The air was thick with the scent of decay, but soon even that scent faded with time.

When the dust had almost completely covered everything, the rapidly passing time finally began to slow down.

However, the total amount of pale golden time power did not decrease, but instead shifted from spreading throughout the room to concentrating on Xi Heng alone.

A faint golden light, like strands of transparent silk, flowed into the girl's heart, accelerating time for her alone.

This forced acceleration of the physical body, induced by the formation, is irreversible and will greatly reduce the cultivator's physiological lifespan.

A true dragon typically needs to spend five hundred years of its lifespan to attempt to operate this method, and even then, success is not guaranteed.

Even a true dragon may fail to operate even after several attempts, wasting thousands of years of its lifespan.

However, Xi Heng had no concern about his own lifespan.

Therefore, the method does not consume the lifespan of the soul, and the lifespan of the physical body is of no concern to her, a cultivator who can reset her life at any time.

Let alone five hundred years, even several thousand years would be fine.

With a lifespan of over ten thousand years, it's more than enough to squander at will.

Furthermore, the five hundred years of lifespan consumption is relative to a true dragon whose lifespan is already long enough.

Human cultivators can attempt to practice this method by consuming only a hundred years of their lifespan.

The power of time flows through his body, accelerating the passage of time.

Before long, a century had passed in the physical body.

On the surface, Xi Heng remained unchanged, and even his clothes were perfectly intact thanks to the spirit weaving technique used by Yin Wanluan.

When the power of time, scattered throughout the room, along with the mottled array patterns and dragon-patterned characters, surged into the girl's body, she entered the Sea of ​​Time.

Or rather, it was the sea of ​​time that pulled her there.

In short, the 'field of vision' seen through closed eyes has changed.

It wasn't that she was looking over there, but rather that the other party was casting a gaze upon her that was devoid of any will, representing only the pure order of time.

In the past, Xi Heng only used time magic to connect with the sea, which was equivalent to touching it with a stick on the shore. Now, however, he projected part of his body into the sea, directly sticking half of his body to the surface of the sea, floating like a fallen leaf.

The dragon-patterned characters shielded her from most of the erosion of time, but a few still flowed through her body, making one subconsciously want to immerse oneself in them.

She felt like a fish swimming from a small river into the sea, experiencing boundless freedom and vastness. Her inner self kept urging her to stay here and remain here forever.

There is no visual system in the Sea of ​​Time, but Xi Heng can use the Dragon Seal script to create a vast, pale golden ocean in his field of vision.

Among them, the ocean currents representing the flow of time were surging toward her, but their power was blocked by the dragon-patterned characters and did not actually reach Xi Heng.

This made her feel a sense of dislocation in time.

She should have been swept away by the ocean current, but now she is just lying on the surface of the sea, rising and falling, and her actual position has not changed.

The physical body in the real world is being pushed forward by time, but the 'self' here is not being pushed forward.

The time on the two levels is out of sync, and although the difference is only one second, the perception is quite unique.

"Am I in the past? Or in the future?" Xi Heng wondered in the Sea of ​​Time.

“Here, I am not driven by time, but the real time continues to move forward, so it must be in the past…”

"But the method of slaying the dragon and fixing its position requires one to establish oneself in the future."

Xi Heng raised his simulated vision and watched the waves of the Sea of ​​Time recede further and further away from him.

"Therefore, we need to catch up with the ocean currents."

She tried to stand up from the pale golden sea and take a step toward the 'future'.

Spatial magic is unusable here; moving is as difficult as a mortal wearing iron armor traversing a muddy swamp.

You also need to be careful to ensure your footing is stable, otherwise you might get stuck in the swamp and be unable to escape.

The ocean current was fast, but her walking speed was unusually slow.

Even so, it can be 'adapted'.

Xi Heng, stepping on the flowing time, carefully and slowly moved forward, carrying his heavy body.

The more steps you take, the more you adapt, and the faster you gradually accelerate.

After a while, the difficult stride turned into a slightly normal slow walk, then increased to a brisk pace, gradually catching up with the speed of the flowing sea.

As you walk, your self-awareness is quickly pushed back to reality.

The closer we get to the present moment, the stronger this sense of pressure becomes.

She gradually understood why even a true dragon couldn't cover such a long distance.

Consciousness cannot linger here for long; time will quickly push such a thing as self-awareness back to reality.

It seems that not long after arriving in the future, consciousness will be completely pushed back into reality.