Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 124 Diary (Ask for a monthly pass!)

Fang Xian panicked!
Because he found that he couldn't sense his body anymore.

Itself can only exist in the form of Yuanshen, and this new world seems very strange.

tired!
so tired!

Even just turning a thought around becomes tiresome.

"I... in the last world, I forcibly swallowed the reincarnation disk and escaped under the punishment of heaven..."

"Now it seems that there are some sequelae?"

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

As soon as he thought of this, a light curtain emerged in his mind, and other data was hazy, only a small reincarnation disc turned into a mark, sending out a message.

"But active reincarnation... just needs time to accumulate strength..."

"A congenital spiritual treasure, just changed to an option that can be actively traversed? In the attribute column, you cheated me..."

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

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

……

In the darkness, after an unknown amount of time, Fang Xian regained consciousness.

"My primordial spirit is still there...but why is it so weak? Could it be that the rules of the world are different? This world...is not suitable for the Eastern Immortal Way?"

This Fang Xian is still a little psychologically prepared.

Although the world doesn't admit that he can't live forever with his primordial spirit, at least he has greatly increased the lifespan of the soul that was originally an ordinary person, and can support several more reincarnations.

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

"It's 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 all around, as if he was in a dark cage.

"what?"

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

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

Just when Fang Xian wanted to study it, the drowsy feeling reappeared and made him fall asleep again...

……

I don't know how long it has passed, Fang Xian woke up, and found that the text from another world had already filled up half of the space.

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

He was a little crazy.

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

Although he still didn't recognize those strokes, Fang Xian spread his power of primordial spirit to them without hesitation.

Through that brushstroke, he seemed to sense something.

After a word fell, he seemed to see the warm and genial sunshine.

"sun!"

"The word that just fell means 'sun' or 'sunny'!"

"Is someone writing? Through this stroke, I sense the emotion of the person who wrote it, which is equivalent to him or her teaching me how to read..."

When everyone writes, there will be corresponding meanings in their minds.

Fang Xian, on the other hand, can vaguely feel that image through his own spiritual induction, and understand the meaning of these different words with some guesswork.

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

After learning a few words that I didn't know were true or false, Fang Xian fell into a deep sleep again.

I don't know how long it has been like this over and over again.

……

"what?"

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

He woke up and felt that the state of Yuanshen was unprecedentedly good, much better than the previous few times, and his thoughts turned quickly.

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

"I saw dark clouds...does it mean cloudy or raining?"

"Death... withering..."

"friend……"

Fang Xian has learned a lot of words before, and by this time, he can almost master them and start to decipher the previous words. The different words, in his eyes, are now mostly understandable:

……

"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...has a holiday. I went fishing with...the lake. The fish is delicious..."

The latest line of text is still emerging:

"... rainy, sad, ... died, I went to the funeral ..., hope ... loved that bouquet of daisies ... life is so short, sad ..."

……

Those omitted words are either Fang Xian's uncertain meaning, or they are simply the names of certain people, because when he touches them, several different faces always appear in his soul.

High nose bridge, brown eyes, seems to be of mixed race... The only consolation is that it is still a human world.

"Damn... I was reincarnated as a diary? Or... a living, no, a notebook with the property of 'alive'? It was used to write a diary..."

Fang Xian sensed a terrible truth: "And... am I temporarily powerless to resist?"

Fortunately, he has a tough heart and a strong soul, but he didn't collapse, and he accepted the reality after a period of time.

"It's impossible to turn it into a notebook, but...it's helpless if you can't act independently...There's a big crisis..."

Looking at this dark space, he found that it was almost filled with diaries one after another.

"If I am used to write a diary, as a notebook, there must be a number of pages. No matter how thick it is, it will be finished one day... At that time, it will either be locked and no new messages can be received, or it will be locked. Selling waste paper, destroying it and remodeling it...then I'm going to die like this?"

If the attribute column has not accumulated enough reincarnation energy before it is 'processed', it may really die!
"No, it can't be like this!"

Fang Xian gritted his teeth: "Then what should we 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 himself, he may not remember whether there are multiple punctuation marks.

As a result, his power easily erased that punctuation.

"Hmm... It seems that if I want to, I can swallow the traces of the previous text at any time, and turn it into a blank paper again, so that people can write forever... or even..."

His power of primordial spirit modified it slightly, replacing one word with another.

"Sure enough...not only can I erase the handwriting, but I can also actively reveal some information...Well, why does it feel like a certain demon named Fu?"

"But this way... At least I can communicate with the owner of the notebook, no... If I find out that my notebook can write and respond, I will probably lose it, or hide it, or try to destroy it... It's not safe ..."

Fang Xian had no choice for a while.

His consciousness lasted for a long time this time, and he saw several new diaries.

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

"No, those few articles are...that man wrote some little secret diaries, 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 just a disaster!"

(End of this chapter)