The Lord of Reincarnation

Fang Xian was a little panicked!

Because he found that he couldn't sense his own body.

It can only exist in the form of the primordial spirit itself, and this new world seems strange.

tired!

so tired!

Even just turning a thought makes me tired.

"I...In the last world, I forcibly swallowed the reincarnation disk and escaped under the punishment..."

"It seems that there are some sequelae?"

"But...as long as the reincarnation disk is still there, it is earned...the attribute bar swallows the reincarnation disk, what changes?"

As soon as he thought of this, a light curtain appeared in his heart, and the other data was hazy, only a small symbol of reincarnation sent out a message.

"Can take the initiative to reincarnate... but do I still need time to accumulate strength..."

"A congenital spiritual treasure, changed to an option that can be actively traversed? You are cheating me in the attribute bar..."

"I'm already in the new world? What the hell is going on in this world?"

Fang Xian found that he was getting more and more tired, as if back to the time when he stayed up late and played games in previous lives, his eyes darkened and he passed out again.

...

In the darkness, Fang Xian's consciousness regained consciousness.

"My primordial spirit is still...but why is it so weak? Could it be because of the different rules of the world? This world...isn't suitable for the Eastern Immortal Dao?"

This Fang Xian is still a little mentally prepared.

Although the world does not admit that he cannot live forever with his primordial spirit, it at least greatly increases the lifespan of the soul of an ordinary person, and can support several more reincarnations.

Otherwise, after such a long time, his soul is afraid that it will reach the limit of its lifespan, which is not a problem that can be solved by changing the body.

"Just... where the hell am I?"

While still awake, Fang Xian began to explore the darkness around him.

After a long time, his consciousness found boundaries around him, as if he was in a dark cage.

"what?"

In the dark corners, there are a few lines of text.

"...I don't understand! Is it the language of another world?"

Fang Xian just wanted to study it, that drowsy feeling reappeared, causing him to fall asleep again...

...

I don't know how long ago, Fang Xian woke up and found that the text from the other world had taken up half of the space.

"Damn...how to crack a whole new language?"

He was a little crazy.

At this moment, a new line of handwriting was suddenly found, forming.

Although he still didn't know the strokes, Fang Xian spread his Primordial Spirit power without hesitation.

Through that brushstroke, he seemed to sense something.

A word fell, and he seemed to see the warm and warm sunshine.

"sun!"

"The word that just fell,

It means 'sun' or 'sunny'! "

"Could it be that someone is writing? Through this touch, I sensed the mood of the person who wrote, which is equivalent to him or she teaching me to read..."

When everyone writes, there is a corresponding meaning in their hearts.

On the other hand, Fang Xian could vaguely sense the image through his own primordial spirit, and even guessed the meaning of these different words.

"It's just... so tired..."

After learning a few words that were not true or false, Fang Xian fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it will last like this.

...

"what?"

Finally, Fang Xian didn't know how long he had slept, but in the dimness, he felt a trickle of water pouring into his primordial spirit.

When he woke up, he felt that the state of his primordial spirit was better than ever before, much better than the previous few times, and his thoughts turned very quickly.

Just at this moment, in the dark space, another text was formed.

"I saw dark clouds... Does it mean cloudy or rainy?"

"Death...wither..."

"friend……"

Fang Xian has learned a lot of words before, and by this time, he can almost master it and start to interpret the previous words, the different words, at this time, in his eyes, most of them can be understood:

...

"On the 13th, Qing... went to school, chatted with... she was a very cheerful girl, I think I fell in love with her..."

"On the 17th, Yin...holiday, and...go to...the lake to fish, that fish is delicious..."

The latest line of text is still emerging:

"...It's raining, it's hard,...die, I went to the funeral...hope...like that bunch of daisies...life is so short, it's sad..."

...

Those omitted words were either incomprehensible to Fang Xian, or simply a name, because when touched, several different faces always appeared in his primordial spirit.

A tall nose, brown eyes, and he seems to be a mixed race... The only thing that can be comforted is that it is still a human world.

"Damn... I've been reincarnated as a diary? Or... a notebook that is alive, no, has the 'alive' feature? Used to write a diary..."

Fang Xian sensed a terrifying truth: "And... I'm still powerless to resist?"

Fortunately, his character was tenacious and his primordial spirit was strong, but he did not collapse, and he accepted the reality after a period of time.

"It's impossible to turn into a notebook, but...if you can't act on your own, you're helpless...there's a big crisis..."

He looked at this dark space and found that it was almost filled with diaries.

"If I was used to write a diary, as a notebook, it would definitely have a number of pages, no matter how thick it was, there would be a day when I would finish writing it... At that time, I would either be locked up and no longer able to receive new information, or I would be locked up. Selling waste paper, destroying it and reshaping it... Then am I just going to die like this?"

If there is not enough energy for reincarnation in the attribute bar before being 'processed', it may really die!

"No, it can't be like this!"

Fang Xian gritted his teeth: "Then what should I do? Maybe...you can try it."

He looked at the first few pages of the diary, and the power of the primordial spirit spread up, trying to erase a punctuation mark.

It was a diary from a long time ago. Even if the original owner went to see it in person, he might not remember whether there were multiple punctuation marks.

As a result, his power easily erased that punctuation.

"Well... It seems that if I want, I can swallow the traces of the previous text at any time, turn it back into blank paper, and let people write until the end of the world...even..."

The power of his primordial spirit was slightly modified, replacing one word with another.

"Sure enough... I can not only erase the handwriting, but also take the initiative to reveal some information... Well, why does it feel similar to a certain demon surnamed Fu?"

"But this way... at least I can communicate with the owner of the notebook, no... If I find out that my notebook actually writes and responds, I will probably lose it, or hide it, or try to destroy it... It's very unsafe. …”

Fang Xian had no choice for a while.

This time his consciousness lasted for a long time, and he saw several new diaries.

Suddenly, one day, Fang Xian felt a shock in the space, and several diaries were torn apart from the darkness they belonged to.

"No, those are... the diary that the man wrote some little secrets, and he wants to destroy them?"

"Damn, this is tearing the pages of my book!"

"It's so miserable to be a diary, it's a disaster!"

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