Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

More and more cultivators gathered around, and the whispering and sound transmission methods that were initially used were broken by the loud and sharp cry of the white phoenix, leaving the scene almost silent.

Through Bai Feng's eyes, Xi Heng saw some familiar faces he had met before.

Of course, one of the most familiar faces—a young Yin Wanluan—was also among the crowd.

A hint of lingering affection appeared in her eyes, then she manipulated Bai Feng to slowly begin discussing the important matter:

"When the heavens collapsed, I left a feather here, which turned into white flames to protect this world."

"But now I see you cultivators using this method to harm and sacrifice mortal beings, just to obtain a wisp of spiritual power for your own cultivation... A thousand years ago, this was the demonic path, unforgivable and unforgivable."

When Bai Feng's eyes swept around, a chilling and murderous aura instantly seeped into people's hearts.

This sent chills down the spines of thousands of cultivators, who felt a sense of coldness and impending death emanating from their necks, as if they were Liu Xuan (a legendary figure known for her ruthlessness). They froze on the spot, unable to utter a word in protest.

She pretended to be the legendary white phoenix at the Dao Integration Realm from back then, exuding an aura of Dao Integration to intimidate the surrounding thousand people, and continued reciting:

"But I know that cultivators in this world cannot do without spiritual power. Although you all have your faults, you also have no choice." Xi Heng softened his tone for a moment. Regardless of whether his words were right or wrong, as long as he could achieve his goal, that was enough.

The coldness and murderous intent emanating from her eyes subsided slightly, at least allowing the surrounding cultivators to catch their breath.

"I will not punish your crimes, and will instead supply this place with sufficient spiritual energy for the cultivators to use. However, the amount of spiritual energy will depend on you Fire Hell cultivators performing good deeds in the mortal realm in my name to atone for the grievances you have created."

Bai Feng didn't need any response from the surrounding cultivators. He simply waved his hand as if giving a command, directly taking away half of the spiritual power inside the Fire Prison.

Then, she unleashed a special pure fire, inscribed with phoenix runes, from the tips of her wings, and stood it once more in the center of the white altar, slowly channeling new spiritual energy outwards.

A special formation was inscribed on the newly formed pure fire, executing a basic logic: the more willpower Chao Xiheng's main body transmits throughout this entire realm, the more spiritual power the white flame will send out.

Under the oppressive aura of the Dao Integration Realm, no cultivator dared to voice any dissent.

Only a few Foundation Establishment cultivators can barely circulate their spiritual light and communicate through the method of sound transmission.

However, every now and then, this method of transmitting sound would be interrupted by the fluctuations of the white flames.

Only after Xi Heng finished speaking did the Pure Fire Sect Leader finally step forward, bow deeply to Bai Yan, and submit:

"The Fire Hell is acting on Yuan Feng's orders. May I ask what Yuan Feng's honorable name is?"

"Supreme Mysterious Heavenly Phoenix Lord".

Xi Heng calmly recited the words, then cast wisps of white flame from his phoenix-shaped eyes, directly into the mind of this so-called cult leader, and took control of his mind.

His gaze continued to sweep over the more cultivators who had arrived, and he also engraved his own imposing name in their minds, causing these cultivators to uncontrollably open their mouths and chant this name, just like ordinary people.

Once the matter of changing the Pure Fire was settled, Xi Heng manipulated the phoenix form, raised its wings, spun around, raised its head, and flew into the sky, escaping this realm.

Only in the Fire Hell Altar, a small flame, half the size of the previous flame, remained, slowly burning.

A few minutes later, the power of the Dao Integration Realm gradually dissipated, and the many cultivators breathed a sigh of relief one after another.

However, Bai Feng's form, power, and reputation lingered in his mind for a long time, as if they were engraved in his heart and unforgettable.

They looked at each other, but no one spoke for a moment.

Only the method of transmitting sound flowed constantly, and gradually their expressions changed.

Whether they were helpless, deep in thought, or bewildered, no one felt any desire to rebel.

A few other cultivators felt a sense of expectation and relief, as if Bai Feng's arrival had fulfilled some of their wishes.

In this world, Yin Wanluan, who never met Xi Heng, was one of them.

However, after simply sorting out the basic order of the source of spiritual power, Bai Feng ignored the Fire Prison and left the realm directly.

Regardless of what the cultivators were thinking, Xi Heng simply transformed back into human form and casually chose a city to sample the local specialties, delicacies, and sweet cakes.

I'll stay in the Pure Fire Realm for a few more days to observe, and also settle the spatial node there before leaving.

These realms that have already appeared do not require much management; let the mortals and cultivators within them who have accepted the Pure Fire develop gradually.

If a sect cannot develop and receives little spiritual support, then the problem is basically with the people involved.

If this happens, just bring back a new batch of people.

"Where should I go next..." Xi Hengxing walked in the mortal realm of the Fire Hell, holding a twisted snack in his hand, eating it while looking at the horizon.

"I remember the Netherworld is quite far from here. Closer still, there are two unfamiliar realms that I've never been to..."

She had previously spent time memorizing piles of boundary coordinates and void star maps when she was in the Celestial Realm and the Imaginary Realm.

Therefore, knowing the coordinates of many scattered realms, one can try to go there and continue to spread one's new Purification Cult.

"Those two relatively close unfamiliar realms, I remember, were called the Pot Netherworld and the Golden Pavilion Realm... Together with the Chonghai and Jinghuo, they formed the Small Five Elements Realm at the edge of the void."

"Further outwards lies the Wandering Realm, where Chen Fenghuo went after escaping the Fire Hell alone. Nearby are the Tide Realm and the Illusion Ring Realm, all of which are connected to the Xuanxiao Realm..."

Xuanxiao also had some connections with others. After spreading the faith in one place, he could also go to another place through the information stored in the realm.

“Spreading faith to so many realms would be a huge undertaking,” she muttered to herself.

"However, for the sake of sufficient willpower, let's do even the biggest project once."

Xi Heng waved his hand, tearing open a spatial rift that led directly into the void before his eyes.

Upon entering, he summoned a flying boat.

Set the coordinates for the journey on the natal chart, and once the turn is stable, start the momentum.

The python-shaped flying boat transformed into a golden arc of light and flew straight towards the far end of the void.

Half an hour later, a new and unfamiliar realm appeared before them.

Xi Heng entered it naturally and began to spread his divine sense, gradually covering this world.

With such a wide expansion of perception, it is naturally impossible to see too many details clearly; one can only perceive the general distribution range of various forces such as spiritual power, resentment, life force, and death force.

This was only enough for her to find out whether the world before her was currently ruled by cultivators or controlled by mortals.

As long as the remaining spiritual energy is sufficient for some cultivators within the realm to achieve Foundation Establishment, then this realm is likely under the control of cultivators—either secretly or openly.

“There isn’t much spiritual energy in this Golden Pavilion Realm, so it should be dominated by mortals, but there may also be some cultivators hiding within it,” Xi Heng roughly judged.

Gradually, the divine sense found the central capital city of the realm with the most vitality.

She opened up a portal through the space and entered the interior.

Standing atop a certain pavilion, looking down, one can see a magnificent, layered complex of buildings and palaces.

The glazed tiles are almost uniformly gold in color, and the walls are mostly dark red and dark blue. Ginkgo trees are planted along the roads, making the landscape even more golden in this autumn season.

The golden characters on the plaques of the palace buildings gleamed, and the deep sound of bells rang out from afar.

Today seems to be a grand festival in this world. Monks in kasayas lead many young monks in white robes, carrying staffs and walking slowly along the road, chanting Buddhist scriptures aloud.

Not only the monks walking along the road, but even the ordinary people passing by would chant along, making Xi Heng feel as if he had entered a great Buddhist temple.

It seems that everyone already knows these many scriptures by heart.

The more the monks walked, the more believers followed behind them.

Shops and houses along the road opened one after another, and ordinary people dressed in plain clothes stepped out and followed the abbot.

"This city is the largest city in the Golden Pavilion Realm."

"There seems to be a faith already existing in this world, so spreading a sect here might be troublesome..."

“But now that we’ve come this far, there’s no reason to give up,” Xi Heng said softly.

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Volume 1: Chapter 411, Little by Little, a Great Achievement is Made

There is a widespread and popular belief in the Golden Pavilion community.

If one wants to take root in another faith, it may not be as simple as before.

In short, Xi Heng planned to conduct some reconnaissance first.

In the blink of an eye, a teleportation portal opened beside him, pointing to the coastal city with the second most vibrant life force in this world.

Upon entering, one sees many monks, abbots, and believers holding a large almsgiving ceremony in the city, and also covering the clay Buddha statues with layers of gold leaf.

"It seems that the faith here has indeed been completely taken over, and the faith of the people is difficult to reverse in a short time. If it is forcibly changed, it will inevitably cause a bloodbath in the world."

Although Xi Heng didn't care about this, he knew that with the bloodshed, intense resentment and karmic consequences would inevitably arise.

It is not a good thing to be tainted with too much resentment. If it is necessary to spread faith in this way, then it is better to temporarily abandon this small world.

"However, you could try talking to the leader of this realm; there might still be a chance to collect wish power normally."

After muttering to herself, the girl casually opened the portal again and returned to the vicinity of the capital city she had visited before.

His spiritual sense expanded freely, and within a few seconds he found a cultivator in the capital who had barely reached the Foundation Establishment stage—he was also a monk, dressed in luxurious clothes, and clearly of very high status.

However, his cultivation method was quite strange, resulting in his body being wrapped with large centipedes full of spiritual power.

The flesh was rotting in many places, and the muscle texture had been replaced by centipedes and other insects of various sizes that were constantly wriggling.

It is not located in a palace, but deep in a cave in an artificial mountain behind the main hall.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, his rotting flesh motionless, letting the worms on his body roam freely inside and outside his body.

Xi Heng frowned slightly, feeling that the air inside the cave was too murky.

Therefore, instead of approaching in person, he planned to use spatial magic to teleport the other party to his side later.

On a mountaintop near the capital, Xi Heng first used golden light magic to refine the vitality of the surrounding plants into several pills.

It was then imbued with a drop of rich spiritual energy to amplify its effects before falling into a few casually crafted wooden boxes.

After finishing, he waved his hand and transferred the distant insect-cultivating monk directly in front of him.

Xi Heng had no choice but to toss the wooden box in his hand away as if it were trash, and said:

"Swallowing this will add thirty years to your life."

"...And you are?"

Amidst astonishment and confusion, the other party sensed the aura of cultivation that Xi Heng had deliberately displayed, and immediately uttered the honorific title.

It was as if a legendary deity had descended to earth, standing right before my eyes, yet it exuded a vague sense of being both within reach and unattainable.

Under the influence of this realm's power, he couldn't even see the faces of the immortals and gods.

Xi Heng calmly said:

"You used Gu worms to extend your life by a hundred years, but now the death aura has spread, and you probably won't live for more than half a year—do you still wish to live and continue to improve your cultivation?"

"..."

The insect cultivator, whose appearance was already like a corpse, stood there, caught in a dilemma.

Several times I opened my mouth to say that I had already let go of the past and that life and death were left to fate.

But the intense vitality emanating from the wooden box he had just received was able to repeatedly revive his spirits, changing the words he uttered to:

"Of course, I am willing."

“Then swallow this pill, and in the future, in this realm, change the doctrine in my name, so that the mortals will worship me,” Xi Heng said calmly.

"This...I'm afraid that's not possible." His resolve remained unwavering.

“Recently, I have learned that you have a peacock faith. I am the incarnation of a white phoenix, and the phoenix is ​​the mother of the peacock. A brief mention is sufficient; there is no need for a forced conversion.” As she spoke, she also used her spiritual light to construct a noble-looking white phoenix form beside her, flapping its wings and soaring in the sky.

The other person opened their somewhat withered eyes wide, then hesitated again.

It seems that as one gets older, even thinking about things takes a long time.

It wasn't until Xi Heng clicked his tongue and sent a little white flame, instantly infusing him with rich spiritual power, that he finally made up his mind to open the wooden box and swallow the pill.

Life spread throughout his body, and his long-withered flesh and blood, clinging to his bones, regained some vitality.

The old monk then exhaled a breath of stale air, opened his bright eyes, and uttered the words "thank you."

“From now on, the more followers I have, the stronger the empowering light will become, and it can be split and given to others,” Xi Heng said simply.

He also manipulated the newly formed white flame phoenix shape and flew to the sky above the capital. His loud cry attracted the attention of the crowd, and he also recited his own name to the crowd, causing countless people to bow their heads in worship.

"The rest is up to you people of this world."

After saying that, the girl's figure turned into white flames and suddenly disappeared on the spot.

However, this time he did not return directly to the void, but stayed in this world for the time being, went to other cities, and used various rumors to find some powerful reclusive cultivators, so that they could join him and serve his White Flame Faith.

In just one day, Xi Heng found the only five Foundation Establishment cultivators left in this world and easily lured them to his side by using spiritual power and longevity pills as bait.

As long as they want to maintain their spiritual power for cultivation, these people must collect the power of their wishes in this world to spread the names of Bai Yan and Bai Feng.