Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

During this process, one must not only take great strides, but also prepare the dragon-shaped characters to 'settle down' and activate them.

To be on the safe side, Xi Heng decided not to strive for too far into the future; he would simply settle things once things were settled.

I'm not some kind of genius, so I'd better not pursue it any further.

“If all else fails, I can start over.” Ignoring the large amount of lifespan required to cast the spell, she began to draw dragon-shaped characters on the Sea of ​​Time using her own body.

I quickened my pace, turning brisk walking into jogging, slowly catching up with the receding ocean current.

Stepping on the sea, in a fleeting moment that transcended real time, Xi Heng heard a sound like glass shattering.

Then she encountered some resistance, but she overcame it with her own determination to move forward.

As if I had really smashed glass, a slight discomfort enveloped my whole body; it felt like pain, or perhaps aches.

Beyond reality, layers of perceptions about the future are added to Xi Heng's self projected into the sea of ​​time.

This perception is similar to the convergence of the five senses in reality, where each sense extracts a part of itself and merges with other senses, ultimately achieving a certain 'transcendental' effect.

The self, left on the sea of ​​time, perceives the eternal existence of the present world through the passage of time.

In just a moment, he saw through the imaginary power surrounding him.

The real and the unreal are like two pupils that are very close together, one black and one white, looking at each other and reflecting each other.

The two pupils rotated in a yin-yang pattern, but their vision never separated from each other.

He also instantly understood the weakness of the power of imaginary numbers—simply insert something between the pupils of the imaginary and the real to cover them, and the imaginary and the real will separate, and the power of imaginary numbers will spontaneously collapse.

Xi Heng withdrew his senses in the next instant and continued to run as fast as he could in the ocean currents of the future.

Her consciousness was slowly returning to her body, and as she approached her limit, she no longer knew how far she had gone, or whether it was near or far.

He only knew how to conjure the dragon-shaped characters "定落" and slap them directly onto himself.

At this point, this self no longer has the strength or consciousness to move forward; it can only try its best to look ahead.

Although it is only a simulated field of view, it has already developed a certain ability to perceive outlines over time.

Thus, it can be seen that in the distant future, in the currents of time, there exists something that resembles the outline of a house—something that does not change with time, like a small, isolated island in the middle of the ocean, existing peacefully and steadily.

"Islands on the Sea of ​​Time?" A question surfaced in Xi Heng's hazy consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, self-awareness was rejected and returned to reality.

It leaves behind an empty shell connected to the main body, which transforms into a special node that floats up and down on the surface of the ocean currents of time, but does not move its actual position.

As her consciousness returned to her physical form, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

Only then did he realize that the power of time had severed his head at some point, and it was now being supported by the headless body sitting cross-legged on his waist.

"..."

She felt her vision was strange, so she quickly urged her body to put her head back on.

He tilted his head and straightened himself up. The crack in his neck had been burned by the spiritual fire and stitched up perfectly. After moving around for a while and feeling that there was nothing wrong, Xi Heng looked around.

The once neat and tidy training room has now been completely transformed into an ancient and abandoned place that has been abandoned for a hundred years.

Dust and ash covered the ground and tabletop layer upon layer. The dragon patterns that Xi Heng had carefully drawn had turned into faded, mottled gray marks. Some of the faded time stones in the corners had even broken apart. The tabletop and candles had naturally become a pile of garbage.

The various medicines and materials stored there turned into withered, black residue, losing all their luster under the power of time, becoming something even less than earthen soil.

The air here is also pristine; if an ordinary person were to come here, they would surely cough incessantly as if they had contracted pneumoconiosis.

Aside from the absence of spider webs and vines, and the absence of cockroaches and rats scurrying around, this place is no different from a wooden cabin abandoned for a hundred years in the wilderness.

Xi Heng, who was half-floating in the air, looked around and slowly reached out his hand.

A pale golden thread immediately appeared in his palm, spontaneously forming a rather crude dragon-shaped talisman.

Immediately afterwards, a rather dense power of time surged outward from the center, filling the entire room in the blink of an eye.

Now that Xi Heng has used the Dragon Slaying and Falling Technique, he can directly connect to the Sea of ​​Time and use his own time to draw upon the power of the Sea of ​​Time, increasing the effectiveness of his spells several times over.

And as one becomes more skilled at using strength, this efficiency will continue to improve.

Twist your hand to the left, and the surrounding scenery will appear to flow backward.

Like a video playing in reverse at high speed, the dust accumulated on the surfaces of various objects gradually disappears, and the broken stones of time piled in the corner also reunite against gravity.

In just twenty or thirty seconds, the rotten wooden furniture returned to its clean appearance, the dust on the ground disappeared, the blurry black lines on the walls and ceiling transformed back into complete dragon patterns, and even the incense and ever-burning candles on the table were relit, emitting a warm yellow glow.

The white-haired girl slowly landed on the brand-new futon, exhaling a breath of fresh air.

When they stopped, even the dragon-shaped characters and array patterns painted on the ground and walls quickly disappeared.

The entire training room returned to the state it was in when she first entered.

Xi Heng stood up, her beautiful clothes swaying slightly as she walked, her white and red skirt bobbing.

He pushed open the door, started calculating with his fingers, and then subconsciously stopped.

"He's been in seclusion for thirty-seven years...that's a long time."

"I wonder how everyone around me is doing."

Before she could think further, a hint of doubt suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she tilted her head back.

In the blink of an eye, her consciousness had shifted to her external avatar. The peaceful blue palace scene had transformed into a floating city of corpses steadily moving through the snow and ice, and her clean, fair face had become a slightly cracked gray porcelain face.

At the summit of the pitch-black fortress formed of death energy, on the throne, Xi Heng, draped in a white robe, looked up at the night sky.

A dark blue color was seen drifting towards a certain point in the void, like mud splashing into clean water, spreading its own filth along the way.

Xi Heng didn't know the specific name of this dark blue calamity, but he felt a sense of threat looming over him.

"This direction seems to be where the imaginary number realm is located."

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Volume 1: Chapter 379, Clinging to Illusory Appearances

A dark cyan color, almost a ghostly blue, is like a comet, traversing the void beyond the boundary, carrying a continuously spreading trail of pollution.

The already chaotic night was further stained with a thick, dark blue smudge by this object, merging with many other pre-existing impurities, adding an eerie touch to the world.

In the celestial realm, the avatar draped in white robes reached out towards the night sky.

The dark fortress beneath the throne immediately opened its doors, from which a large amount of death energy overflowed, twisting into ropes in front of the fortress and being thrown into the boundless void, which was of unknown distance, like a hook.

The gray-black rope stretched straight to the sky, breaking through the heavens and entering the void, continuing to lengthen as death energy surged in.

The death energy that Xi Heng had accumulated in the Heavenly Realm was enough to extend this projection to a degree that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

At least, it can still touch the faint dark blue light that is relatively close in the void beyond the heavens.

Although she cannot actually influence or manipulate it, simply touching upon it is enough for her to conduct a preliminary investigation.

In the distance, the outstretched gray porcelain right hand points towards the void.

The gray-black rope then lashed towards the nearest dark blue-green filth.

In just a few hours, the chains of death energy hooked directly onto it.

The next instant, the thick rope was corroded by it, covered by a dark blue color, and the chain was broken down into tiny, dissipating death energy.

This calamity seems to have an excellent effect on eroding other forms of true power and spiritual power.

Even the ethereal and the filthy need to wear each other down for a while when they encounter her death aura before a winner can be determined.

However, this kind of disaster does not require this step at all; the death energy is instantly dissipated upon contact.

"This thing seems to have dissolved my death energy in some special way, at a more fundamental level..." Xi Heng felt.

This kind of resolution occurs instantly and is simply impossible to resist.

At least for now, when he can't understand the other party's true nature, Xi Heng doesn't know how to fight back.

Perhaps a larger amount of death energy could barely block it, but it would still be difficult to truly fight against it.

"A strange disaster."

Xi Heng severed the death energy rope, isolating most of the death energy calamity, leaving only a tiny, fingernail-sized dark blue light, which he allowed to follow the edge of the rope, corroding and approaching it.

During this time, she also noticed the slight flaw of this dark blue substance—it could not spontaneously multiply like the calamity of transformation and filth; each tiny grain remained as a single grain and would not expand into a cluster in a short period of time.

"It doesn't seem like the pollution will spread on a large scale. Is this really a disaster?"

The girl let it approach quickly, and also took the opportunity to have the part of the death energy rope that the dark blue light spot had already crossed circle around and return to the dark fortress below.

Snowflakes drifted down beside her, their biting cold adorning her smooth, gray porcelain face.

A hint of redness appeared in Xi Heng's eyes as he withdrew his outstretched right hand.

Then, the gates of the fortress below opened, and a gigantic puppet, fifty meters tall, emerged, made entirely of bare bones and rotten flesh.

The movements produced muffled thuds, and several black iron chains hung from the shoulders, chest, abdomen, and groin.

The puppet slowly walked forward, dragging a gray-black tire track behind it.

Three teams of death monks, wrapped in cloth and specially sealed with calamities, stood within the ruts, waiting for the dark blue light to arrive from the distance along the rope.

The giant puppet itself slowly grasped the death energy rope that was handed over, and Xi Heng had also prepared spatial techniques to prevent any harm at any time.

The dark blue color moved incredibly fast, and by the time it truly arrived...

A flash of blue light severed Xi Heng's control over the puppet.

Next came the puppet's entire arm, chest, abdomen, head, and legs.

Just as the azure light was about to flow into the puppet's chest and abdomen, Xi Heng waved his hand and used spatial magic to instantly teleport the azure light and the large iron chain into the void to float.

Within a few seconds, this tiny wisp of blue light dispelled the deathly aura within the entire skeleton puppet.

Unable to find a solution during this period, she could only move it away.

However, there were some gains after all.

From that glimmer of blue light, Xi Heng saw the name of this calamity—Zhe.

“Persistent, steadfast?” she murmured to herself.

Compared to the other calamities, this one is not physically harmful.

The process of dismantling the skeleton puppet only broke the death energy within it, without causing any real damage to the physical body.

"This kind of disaster seems to only affect the mind and various forms of true power. If it comes into contact with unconscious planktonic organisms, it may not even be effective at all..." she guessed.

In short, this disaster is quite powerful in some respects, but it has many limitations.

“However, if it were to face the Imaginary Realm, which is entirely composed of imaginary numbers, the effect might be quite extraordinary…” Xi Heng muttered to himself.

During this brief period of research, the dark blue filth had already flown extremely far into the void.

Although Xi Heng could see that the goal was the imaginary number boundary, he still did not know when it would be reached.

Because she did not know the location of the imaginary realm itself, she could only infer its vague location from the arrangement and distribution of its subordinate realms.

The disaster may come sooner or later.

However, in any case, preventative measures should be taken as soon as possible.

The avatar closed its eyes, and its consciousness naturally returned to its original body.

At the entrance of the cultivation room in the Imaginary Realm, Xi Hengxing walked along the hall corridor, contemplating how to protect himself while observing the 'future vision' he had gained after using the Time Sea Fixed Fall Technique.

As you move around, you can simply shift your thoughts slightly to connect with the points on the sea of ​​time and see yourself a few breaths in the future.

She judged how far into the future she could see by her walking speed.

In reality, I am still walking in the corridor, while my future self has already stepped off the stairs.

"It seems to have taken four breaths, approximately twenty-three seconds..."

In daily life, seeing only such a short-term future seems to have little use.

However, it would likely be quite effective in combat.

The ability to foresee the future also provides a degree of passive capability, significantly enhancing one's intuition.

For example, even if one doesn't know when the dark blue calamity will arrive, a real sense of threat has already arisen in one's heart.

"However... logically speaking, even I knew that a calamity was about to arrive, so the Dao Integration Realm cultivators in the Imaginary Number Realm must have known as well and taken precautions long ago."

With the immense power of imaginary numbers, even if they are eroded by them, they can at least stop them for a period of time.

Perhaps I don't need to worry too much?