Chapter 123 Diary
Fang Xian was a little panicked!
Because he found that he could no longer sense his own body.
It can only exist in the form of a spirit, and this new world seems very strange.
tired!
So tired!
Even just thinking makes me tired.
"I... in the last world, I forcefully swallowed the Wheel of Reincarnation and escaped under the punishment of the heaven..."
"Now it seems that there are some sequelae?"
"But... as long as the Samsara Disk is still there, it's a profit... What changes will occur after the attribute column swallows the Samsara Disk?"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, a screen of light appeared in his mind. The other data was hazy, and only a mark formed by a small reincarnation disk sent out a message.
"I can reincarnate on my own initiative...but it still takes time to accumulate strength..."
"An innate spiritual treasure has been replaced with an option to actively travel through time? You are cheating me with the attribute column..."
"I'm already in the new world? What on earth is going on in this world?"
Fang Xian found himself getting more and more tired, as if he had returned to the time in previous lives when he stayed up late to play games. His eyes went dark and he fainted again.
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In the darkness, after an unknown amount of time, Fang Xian regained consciousness.
"My soul is still there... but why is it so much weaker? Is it because the rules of the world are different? This world... is not suitable for the Eastern Immortal Path?"
This Fang Xian was somewhat mentally prepared.
Although the world does not admit that he cannot achieve immortality with his primordial spirit, he has at least greatly increased the lifespan of his ordinary soul, allowing it to support several more reincarnations.
Otherwise, after such a long time, his soul would probably reach the limit of its lifespan, and that would not be a problem that could be solved by changing the body.
"It's just... where am I?"
While still conscious, Fang Xian began to explore the darkness around him.
After a long time, his consciousness found boundaries all around him, as if he was in a dark cage.
"Huh?"
In the dark corners, there are a few lines of text.
"…I don't understand! Is this the language of another world?"
Fang Xian was just about to study it when the drowsy feeling reappeared and he fell asleep again...
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I don’t know how much time had passed, but Fang Xian woke up and found that the text from another world had occupied half of the space.
"Damn... How do I crack a whole new language?"
He was a little mad.
At this moment, I suddenly discovered that a new line of words was taking shape.
Although he still didn't recognize those strokes, Fang Xian did not hesitate to spread his spiritual power.
Through that stroke, he seemed to sense something.
As one word fell, he seemed to see the warm and gentle sunshine.
"sun!"
"The word that just fell means 'sun' or 'clear'!"
"Is someone writing? Through the strokes of the pen, I can sense the emotions of the person who wrote. It's like he or she is teaching me how to read..."
When everyone writes, the corresponding meaning will emerge in their mind.
Fang Xian, on the other hand, could vaguely sense the image through his own spiritual perception, and could guess the meaning of these strange characters.
"It's just... I'm so tired..."
After learning a few words that he was not sure whether they were true or false, Fang Xian fell asleep again.
I don’t know how long this cycle lasted.
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"Huh?"
Finally, one day, Fang Xian didn’t know how long he had slept, but in the haze, he felt a trickle of water pouring into his soul .
He woke up and felt that his spiritual state was better than ever, much better than the previous times, and his thoughts were moving very quickly.
Just at this moment, another strange text was formed in the dark space.
"I saw dark clouds... does that mean it's going to be cloudy or rainy?"
"Death...withering..."
"friend……"
Fang Xian had learned a lot of words before, and by this time, he was able to integrate them and start interpreting the previous text. In his eyes, most of the different texts were understandable:
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"On the 13th, sunny...went to school, chatted with...a very cheerful girl, I think I fell in love with her..."
"On the 17th, it was cloudy... I had a holiday and went fishing with... the lake. The fish was delicious..."
The latest line of text continues to emerge:
“…Rainy, so sad…died, I went to the funeral…hopeful…loved the bouquet of daisies…life is so short, so sad…”
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Those omitted words were either the ones Fang Xian was unsure of their meaning, or they were simply someone's name, because whenever he touched them, several different faces always appeared in his soul.
High nose, brown eyes, looks like a mixed-race child... The only consolation is that this is still a human world.
"Shit... I was reincarnated as a diary? Or rather... a living, no, a notebook with the property of being 'alive'? I was used to write a diary..."
Fang Xian sensed a terrible truth: "And... I am temporarily unable to resist?"
Fortunately, he had a strong character and a solid spirit, so he did not collapse. After a while, he accepted the reality.
"Becoming a notebook is unavoidable, but... not being able to move on my own is frustrating... There's a big crisis..."
He looked at the dark space and found that it was almost filled with diaries.
"If I am used to write a diary, as a notebook, it must have a number of pages. No matter how thick it is, there will be a day when it will be finished... When the time comes , it will either be locked up and no longer receive new information, or it will be sold as waste paper and destroyed and reshaped... Then won't I just die like this?"
If the attribute bar has not accumulated enough energy for reincarnation before being 'dealt with', you might really die!
"No, we can't do this!"
Fang Xian gritted his teeth and said, "What should I do? Maybe... I can give it a try."
He looked at the first few pages of the diary, and his spiritual power spread over them, trying to erase a punctuation mark.
That was a diary written a long time ago. Even if the original owner looked at it in person, he might not remember whether there were multiple punctuation marks.
As a result, his strength easily erased the punctuation mark.
"Hmm...it seems that if I want, I can always swallow up the previous text traces and turn it into a blank paper again, so that people can write until the end of time...even..."
He modified his spiritual power slightly again, replacing one word with another.
"Sure enough... Not only can I erase the writing, I can also reveal some information... Hmm, why do I feel a little similar to a certain demon named Fu?"
"But this way... at least I can communicate with the owner of the notebook. No... if I found out that my notebook could write back, I would probably throw it away, or hide it, or try to destroy it... that's not safe..."
Fang Xian was at a loss for a moment.
This time he remained conscious for a long time, and saw several new diary entries.
Suddenly, one day, Fang Xian felt the space shake, and several diaries and the darkness they belonged to were torn apart.
"Oh no, those are... those diaries that guy wrote some little secrets in, he wants to destroy them?"
"Damn it, this is tearing the pages of my book!"
"Being a diary is such a tragedy. It's a disaster that comes out of nowhere!"
