Chapter 157 Reincarnation

Chapter 157: Reincarnation

In the darkness, Lin Fan could feel nothing; his limbs and torso were gone, only intense pain remained.

However, he still firmly believed that everything here was not real, but a mental delusion, and once he endured it, the world would open up.

What Hell, what evil spirits, the roars of demon gods, all were illusions, a means to intimidate people; his Physical Body must still be in its original place.

But it was too real, without any flaws, all sensations were indistinguishable from reality.

“huangquan fruit, you are truly perverted!”

Lin Fan roared loudly, wanting to wake up from the nightmare and escape this mental cage. Even if he knew it was a shaping of the Primordial Spirit, there should be a limit.

However, the darkness was boundless. He didn’t know how long he had been here; he couldn’t feel the passage of time—a day, a month, a year…

Gradually, his consciousness became increasingly blurred, his life's flame about to extinguish, returning to nothingness!

“Damn it, you’ve tormented me enough, why won’t you let me wake up!”

Lin Fan roared helplessly, unable to move an inch. His entire body was devoid of flesh and blood, and his remaining bones were submerged in crimson magma, scorching hot.

Moreover, that magma had a magical power that constantly eroded his consciousness, as if he were in a divine furnace, about to incinerate everything he was, leaving no trace.

This startled him, and he struggled and persisted, not allowing himself to sink into it, trying again and again to awaken.

However, no amount of stimulation could change his situation; his will blurred, and he was on the verge of complete annihilation in the world, which was quite terrifying.

“No, my journey in this world has just begun. I haven’t enjoyed enough; how can I fall into darkness and slumber in this ghostly place!”

Lin Fan murmured, his hair standing on end. He was deeply worried that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up, just like the Primordial Spirit led away by darkness, unable to find a way out, eventually going insane.

And that situation was extremely terrifying; being confined in one place for too long made life worse than death, leading to madness.

It's just that his suffering was too much. Even after descending to the eighteen layers of Hell and enduring all the punishments, shouldn't one be given the chance for Reincarnation?

“You have too much killing intent; you are not yet worthy of Reincarnation!”

In the sea of magma, a cold, emotionless voice rang out, like a judge.

“Reincarnation your grandpa! Who hasn’t killed? I’m not some bald monk. Hurry up and let me out, or my mom will tear this place down!”

“Do you know who my mom is? The first Zu Ji Ling of the Immortal Ancient Era, who entered and exited the exotic Nine Heavens nine times…”

“Scared now, aren’t you? Hurry up and release me…”

Lin Fan babbled incessantly, beginning to threaten the rules or the artifact spirit of this place.

Because, according to his guess, this place was probably related to the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King, perhaps a pseudo-Hell he studied, a semi-finished product.

Logically speaking, people from the same camp shouldn't be so heartless; they should at least show some respect.

Unless… there was a big problem with the rules of this place.

“Cough… Actually, I have another identity. I’m known as Little An Lan of the Exotic, Red Edge Spear, Undying Shield, slaying all Immortal Kings and destroying the Nine Heavens!”

Lin Fan said seriously, his shamelessness astounding, for when one is out in the world, one’s identity is self-proclaimed.

“…”

For a long time, the cold voice remained unresponsive, seemingly silenced by his shamelessness.

Only after a while did the person speak, without joy or sorrow:

“No matter who it is, after consuming the huangquan fruit and arriving in Hell, it is all the same. If you die here, your life will end. If you survive, your Primordial Spirit will be tempered.”

“Damn it, so heartless?”

As Lin Fan was surprised, the scorching magma engulfed him, and his Primordial Spirit instantly shattered, splitting into several pieces, making it unbearable for him, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

“Ah… who can survive this? Even an Immortal would not be able to endure it!”

He roared; the intense pain of his Primordial Spirit splitting was no less than a thousand cuts to his Physical Body, even more so, and extremely fatal.

In the end, he couldn't hold on. His life's flame dimmed, his Divine Sense dispersed, and he felt his own non-existence, empty and void.

Even his so-called thoughts were gone; darkness enveloped the place, returning to silence.

Time flew by, until many years later, a bone island floated up from the magma, and a wisp of Soul fire flickered, incredibly brilliant, illuminating the darkness, appearing unique.

“Who am I, and where am I?”

A faint voice came from the Soul fire, seemingly very confused, not knowing where to go, nor who it was, aimlessly surveying the dim space.

“It seems I’ve forgotten something important, but I just can’t remember…”

The Soul fire murmured, also very lonely, as there was no one here to communicate with it.

Then, it began to recall, trying hard to remember the past, but it was very painful, in a daze.

“Am I Lin Fan?” It sounded like it was dreaming, or perhaps questioning the deepest part of its Soul.

In short, it recalled painfully, struggling intensely, full of unwillingness, but what it remembered was fragmented, only a few vague impressions.

Thus, it pondered deeply every day, year after year, countless ages passing. Time here was cheap, worthless.

…

One day, on the island formed by white bones, some more Soul fires appeared, but they quickly extinguished, only that one unique wisp remaining perpetually unextinguished.

Until one day, a voice told him, saying: “Your sins have been purged on the path of Reincarnation; you can now be sent to be reborn!”

As it spoke, a disc emerged from the scorching magma, imbued with the power of Reincarnation, constantly rotating. On it were six regions, indicating the worlds for Reincarnation.

“Whoosh!”

A mysterious black hole appeared in one of the regions, sucking the cluster of Soul fire into it, thereby sending it to be reborn.

“Am I reborn just like that?” Lin Fan sighed. For some reason, he felt an endless regret in his heart.

However, when he could see light again, he had already become an infant, held in someone's arms, with a group of people staring at him endlessly.

In this life, he was very peaceful and ordinary, experiencing birth, old age, sickness, and death, marrying and having children. Nothing major happened; he was just a Mortal.

Because in this world, there was no Qi, no so-called gods or Cultivators; it had long fallen into an era of spiritual barrenness.

“Why do I feel like there are still some things I haven’t remembered? My world shouldn’t be like this?”

Lin Fan muttered to himself, a voice constantly telling him that he had forgotten something important, but he just couldn't recall it.

Finally, he lived out his life uneventfully, dying at the age of one hundred. In this era where cultivation was impossible, he was considered long-lived.

Next, Lin Fan began Reincarnation again, a new life starting anew.

The difference was that this time he felt a trace of Qi, and his body actually began to cultivate on its own, and there was even a bone in his chest, blazing brightly.

“How strange, I actually grew an extra bone in my chest?!”

Lin Fan was surprised. Following the Physical Body's memory, he operated the cultivation method and absorbed wisps of the world's Qi.

Thus, in this life, he was very robust, never falling ill, and remained at his Peak.

Even fifty years later, he was still very young, showing no signs of aging.

Moreover, he recalled more and more things; his past gradually became clear.

“I came to seek the Reincarnation Immortal Seed, ate a huangquan fruit, was inexplicably taken to Hell, and couldn’t endure it…”