Fang Xian panicked!
He could no longer sense his own body.
He could only exist in the form of an essence spirit, and this new world seemed very strange.
Tired!
So tired!
Just thinking about it made him feel exhausted.
"I … In the previous world, I forcefully swallowed the Reincarnation Disc and escaped under the heavenly punishment …
"Now it seems that there are some side effects?
"But … as long as the Reincarnation Disc is still here, I've made a profit … What changes will there be in my stats window after swallowing the Reincarnation Disc?"
At this thought, a light screen appeared in his mind. The other data was hazy, and only a small mark formed by the Reincarnation Disc sent out a message.
"I can automatically reincarnate … but I still need time to accumulate strength …
"A connate numinous treasure in exchange for an option to automatically transmigrate? Stats window, you cheated me …
"I'm already in the new world? What's going on with this world? "
Fang Xian found himself getting more and more tired, as if he had returned to his previous life when he stayed up late to play games. His vision darkened, and he fainted again.
…
In the darkness, after an unknown period of time, Fang Xian regained consciousness.
"My essence spirit is still here … but why is it so much weaker? Is it because of the difference in the rules of the world? This world … is not suitable for Fang Xian Dao? "
Fang Xian was somewhat mentally prepared for this.
Although the world did not admit that he could not cultivate immortality with his essence spirit, at least it greatly increased the lifespan of an ordinary person's soul, and he could support a few 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 bodies.
"But … where am I?"
While he was 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.
"Eh?"
There were a few lines of text in the corner of the darkness.
"… I don't understand! Is this a language from another world? "
Just as Fang Xian was about to study it, that feeling of drowsiness appeared again, and he fell asleep again …
…
After an unknown period of time, Fang Xian woke up and found that the language from the other world had taken up half the space.
"Damn it … how do I decipher a new language?"
He was going crazy.
Suddenly, he noticed that a new line of words was being formed.
Although he still did not recognize those strokes, Fang Xian did not hesitate to spread the power of his Primordial Spirit.
Through those strokes, he seemed to have sensed something.
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to see warmth and the sun.
"Sun!"
"The word that just fell means' sun 'or' clear '!"
"Is someone writing? Through these strokes, I can sense the emotions of the person who wrote it. It's like he or she is teaching me how to read … "
When everyone wrote, the corresponding meaning would appear in their hearts.
Fang Xian, on the other hand, could vaguely feel the image through his Primordial Spirit. He could guess the meaning of these foreign words.
"It's just … so tiring …"
After learning a few words of unknown authenticity, Fang Xian fell asleep again.
It was unknown how long this cycle had lasted.
…
"Huh?"
Finally, there was one time when Fang Xian did not know how long he slept, but in his hazy state, he felt a trickle of energy flowing into his Primordial Spirit.
He woke up and felt that the state of his Primordial Spirit was better than ever. It was much better than the previous few times, and his thoughts were moving quickly.
Coincidentally, in the dark space, another paragraph of foreign words formed.
"I see dark clouds … does it mean it's cloudy or raining?"
"Death … withering …"
"Friend …"
Fang Xian had learned a lot of words before. At this time, he could almost master them and began to decipher the previous words. The foreign words, in his eyes, were mostly comprehensible.
…
"13th, sunny … went to school, chatted with … a very cheerful girl, I think I've fallen in love with her …"
"17th, cloudy … holiday, went … fishing … at the lake, the fish was delicious …"
The latest line of words continued to appear.
"… rain, very uncomfortable … died, I went to the funeral … hope … like that bouquet of daisies … life is so short, it's sad …"
…
Those omitted words were either words that Fang Xian could not figure out, or they were simply people's names, because when he touched them, his Primordial Spirit would always appear several different faces.
High nose, brown eyes, seemed to be mixed blood … the only consolation was that it was still a human world.
"Damn … I've reincarnated into a diary? Or should I say … a living notebook? No, a notebook with a 'living' characteristic? Used to write a diary … "
Fang Xian sensed a terrible truth. "And … I'm temporarily powerless to resist?"
Fortunately, his heart was strong, and his Primordial Spirit was strong, so he did not collapse. After a while, he accepted reality.
"Becoming a diary is something that can't be helped, but … not being able to act on my own is very helpless … there's a big crisis …"
He looked at the dark space and found that it was almost filled with diary pages.
"If I'm used to write a diary, as a diary, there will definitely be a number of pages, no matter how thick it is, there will be a day when I finish writing … At that time, I'll either be locked up and can no longer receive new information, or I'll be sold as scrap paper to be destroyed and rebuilt … Then, won't I just die?"
If the attribute pane did not accumulate enough energy before being 'dealt with', he might really die!
"No, it can't be like this!"
Fang Xian gritted his teeth. "Then what should I do? Maybe … I can try. "
He looked at the first few pages of the diary, and the power of his Primordial Spirit spread, wanting to erase a punctuation mark.
It was a diary from a long time ago, and even if the original owner read it personally, he might not remember if there was an extra punctuation mark.
In the end, his power easily erased the punctuation mark.
"Hmm … it seems that if I want to, I can swallow the traces of words at any time and turn it into a blank page again, letting people write until the end of time … or even …"
He changed the power of his Primordial Spirit slightly, replacing one word with another.
"As expected … not only can I erase the words, but I can also take the initiative to reveal some information … Hmm, why do I feel that I'm somewhat similar to a certain demon with the surname Fu?
"But this way … at least I can communicate with the owner of the diary. No … if I find out that my diary can actually write in response, I'll probably throw it away, hide it, or try to destroy it … This is very unsafe …"
Fang Xian did not know what to do at the moment.
This time, his consciousness lasted for a long time, and he saw a few new diary entries.
Suddenly, one day, Fang Xian felt the space shake, and the few diary entries and the darkness they belonged to were torn apart.
"Oh no, those are … that person's diary entries containing some secrets, is he going to destroy them?"
"Damn, he's tearing the pages of my book!"
"Being a diary is so miserable. It's an unexpected disaster!"
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