What If I Can't Die?



There was no way out in front of him.

Song Shi was silent for a moment before continuing to walk over.

If he was really lost in the space vortex, he still had a chance to return home.

"Set the resurrection point on the spot!"

Song Shi thought to himself.

"Ding! Settings complete!"

The System replied.

After setting the first resurrection point to resurrect on the spot, Song Shi plunged into the Void Storm.

Soon, he lost his way and could only move forward according to the changes in the spatial storm.

According to the situation when he went to the Heavenly Demon World, the closer he was to the Upper Realm, the stronger the spatial power and the fiercer the storm.

In other words, as long as he walked in the direction of danger, there was a high chance that he would find the Black Spirit Realm.

The spatial storm became more and more terrifying. It was like the sharpest knife constantly cutting into his protective holy light, leaving traces.

Song Shi did not deliberately let go of his Defense to be killed by the spatial storm. The main reason was that he was getting less and less interested in such things. Instead, he wanted to be a normal person who cultivated normally.

A normal person who tried his best to not die.

The spatial storm became more and more violent. Song Shi's protective Sacred Body was constantly being torn apart, and his body was directly exposed to danger. The feeling of being cut into pieces surged over.

Song Shi, who had died countless times, expressed that it was nothing. He calmly advanced, and his body unknowingly became badly mangled.

As time passed, under the constant attacks of the storm, Song Shi's flesh and blood were cut off. In the end, only his skeleton was left. His Primordial Spirit was no longer protected, and he died.

After walking for a few days, when Song Shi died about three times, a huge suction force suddenly came from ahead.

Song Shi, who was already a little numb, looked up, and his eyes lit up. "Damn it, we should have arrived. This path is too dangerous. I suspect that most of the people chosen by the Spirit of the Mystic Realm will die on the way."

As he muttered, the suction force became stronger and stronger. Like a fallen leaf in the water, he flew over uncontrollably.

A huge black spatial vortex appeared. The border could not be seen, and it was like a black hole that quickly devoured him.

This devouring power was especially terrifying. Song Shi's strength was comparable to the Void Refinement Realm, so he could not resist it. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the center of the vortex.

"Eh, the situation this time is a little strange. Is the Black Spirit Realm like this?"

Song Shi was surprised. The spatial vortex swallowed him, and a terrifying tearing force came. His body began to crack.

He died a few times in the middle of the journey before he managed to reach the interior successfully. He was even thrown to the ground.

PIAK

A puddle of water exploded, and a huge pit appeared on the ground.

Song Shi shook his head dizzily and got up from the mud.

"I've never been in such a mess."

With a light shake, he shook off the mud.

With a light shake, he shook off the mud.

After sensing his surroundings for a while, his expression suddenly changed. "Impossible!"

He exclaimed and raised his hand to mobilize a portion of his Nomological power. A ball of light appeared in his palm, illuminating the surrounding darkness like a bright lamp.

In the next moment, the light released by his Nomological powers began to weaken. It was as if the darkness was devouring the light, but in fact, Song Shi's Dharmic powers were rapidly dissipating.

"It's fine if there's no Spiritual Qi in this place, but why the f*ck is my Dharmic powers being devoured instead?"

Song Shi cursed. He had lost his Dharmic powers for no reason.

Not only the Nomological power in his hand, but the Nomological power in his body was also rapidly flowing away. He could not stop it at all.

Tthe law of nature here seems to be to absorb Nomological power. Song Shi's personal strength could not resist it at all.

"This is definitely not the Black Spirit Realm!"

Song Shi looked at the rapidly dimming ball of light and saw that the surrounding vegetation had withered and was swaying violently in the wind.

He turned his head and observed carefully.

Heavy rain poured down, and a terrifying storm was rolling in the sky. The entire world was trembling under the storm.

He mobilized his Nomological power, wanting to fly up. His Nomological power began to drain faster.

Even a dignified Soul Transformation Nomological power could not withstand it. He estimated that he could only last for half an hour at most.

Even if he did not use any Nomological power, the Nomological power in his body would only last for half a day…

Song Shi frowned and landed. His thoughts spread out. They were also being lost. Their speed was slower, but the loss of the power of his Primordial Spirit had a greater impact.

"Looks like I can only use my physical strength."

After Song Shi figured out the situation in this place, he changed his method and tapped his feet.

THUD!

Ripples appeared on the surface of the water. Song Shi nimbly shot out and tapped on a dead leaf. With a whoosh, he rushed into the rain, leaving behind afterimages.

He returned to his martial arts form and used the Phantom image to advance in this unfamiliar place. He only needed the strength of his physical body.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Shi saw a dilapidated temple and suddenly stopped.

The rain continued to fall, landing on Song Shi's body. Song Shi looked at his clothes in embarrassment. "Ever since my clothes have been damaged, I've been using Nomological power to transform my clothes. Now, that this godforsaken place is devouring my Nomological power, I won't have clothes anymore. Without my clothes, I have to run around naked."

He cursed as he looked at the dilapidated temple in the distance. He had no choice but to walk over.

"Fortunately, there are traces of civilization here. I hope I can find clothes. Otherwise, I'll become like a savage."

Song Shi walked over without touching the ground. He could not be bothered to waste the power of his Essence Soul that was already draining away to investigate. In any case, he was not afraid of death.

"Halt!"

A human voice came from the dilapidated temple.

Song Shi's face lit up. This was something he could understand.

"It's good that there's someone here. Do you have any clothes? Lend me some."

Song Shi walked over with a smile, as if he was very familiar with the owner of the voice.

The few people hiding in the dilapidated temple retreated nervously. They held weapons in their hands and stared at Song Shi warily.

To be able to walk in the storm and stroll leisurely, how could they not know that Song Shi was not an ordinary person?

"Don't be afraid. I don't eat humans, and I won't kill people for no reason."

Song Shi shook off the water on his body and realized that his clothes were already very thin. If this continued, he would probably be naked in less than half an hour.

"Damn it, what kind of place is this?"

He cursed inwardly as he looked at the men in the darkness. Judging by their positioning, they must have split into two waves, three on one side, two on the other. One of the three had been injured and had lost an arm.

The few of them couldn't see much of their faces, but they were all covered in dirt. Their clothes were also dirty, and their style was rather simple. To be precise, they looked like laborers.

The pairs of eyes in the darkness were glowing. This meant that these people's corporeal bodies were rather powerful. Their qi and blood were exuberant, which was why there was such a phenomenon.

He did not come any closer. Instead, he said shamelessly, "Everyone, please do me a favor. My clothes are thin and drenched. Can I borrow a set of clothes?"

"Hmph, you even dare to transmigrate through the forest in the dark outside. Your strength is definitely not weak. Why would you lack a piece of clothing?"

Amongst the injured, the young man in the best clothes sneered and retorted.

"I really need a set of clothes."

Song Shi was a little helpless. He had never expected to fall into such a godforsaken place.

He did not care about his Nomological power being devoured here, but it just so happened that his clothes were condensed from Nomological power.

Usually, he had this kind of magical clothes that he was so proud of. He felt that he could change into anything and did not need any additional clothes at all. Therefore, he left a few spiritual clothes at home and did not have any clothes to cover his body.

If he did not quickly find a set, he would probably have to experience the most embarrassing event in his life.