Because he found that he could no longer sense his body.
It can only exist in the form of a soul, and this new world seems very strange.
tired!
So tired!
Even just thinking about it makes me tired.
"I... in the last world, I swallowed the reincarnation disk by force 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, you are making money...If the attribute column swallows the reincarnation disk, what will happen?"
As soon as he thought of this, a curtain of light appeared in his mind, and other data was hazy. Only the mark formed by a small reincarnation disk sent out a message.
"But active reincarnation... just needs time to accumulate strength..."
"An innate spiritual treasure has been replaced with the option of actively traveling through time? Are you trying to trick me in the attribute bar..."
"I'm already in a new world? What is going on in this world?"
Fang Xian found that he was getting more and more tired, as if he had gone back to his previous lives when he stayed up late playing games, his vision went dark, and he passed out again.
…
In the darkness, I don't know how much time passed before Fang Xian regained consciousness.
"My soul is still there...but why is it so weak? Is it because the rules of the world are different? This world...is not suitable for Eastern Immortalism?"
This Fang Xian is somewhat mentally prepared.
Although the world does not admit that he cannot achieve immortality by refining his soul, at least it has greatly increased the life span of the soul of an ordinary person and can support several more reincarnations.
Otherwise, after such a long time, his soul may reach the limit of its lifespan, and that is not a problem that can be solved by changing the body.
"It's just...where am I?"
While he was still awake, Fang Xian began to explore the darkness around him.
After a long time, his consciousness discovered boundaries all around, as if he was in a dark cage.
"Huh?"
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, making him fall asleep again...
…
I don't know how much time had passed, but Fang Xian woke up and found that half of the space had been filled by the words from another world.
"Damn...how do you crack a completely new language?"
He was a little crazy.
At this moment, I suddenly discovered that a brand new line of handwriting was being formed.
Although he still didn't recognize those strokes, Fang Xian spread his spiritual power without hesitation.
Through those brush strokes, he seemed to sense something.
As soon as 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 touch, I sense the emotions of the person writing, which is equivalent to him or her teaching me how to read..."
When everyone writes, the corresponding meaning will appear in their mind.
Fang Xian, on the other hand, could vaguely feel the image through his own soul induction, and could understand the meaning of these strange words without even guessing.
"It's just...so tired..."
After learning a few words that he didn't know whether they were true or false, Fang Xian fell asleep again.
I don’t know how long these days have been going on over and over again.
…
"Huh?"
Finally one time, Fang Xian didn't know how long he had slept, but in the haze, he felt a trickle of energy pouring into him.
When he woke up, he 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 time, another strange text was formed in the dark space.
"I saw dark clouds...does it mean it's cloudy or raining?"
"Death...withering..."
"friend……"
Fang Xian had learned a lot of words before, and by this time, he could almost understand them all. He began to interpret the previous words. The different words were mostly understandable in his eyes at this time:
…
"On the 13th, Qing... went to school and chatted with... a very cheerful girl. I think I fell in love with her..."
"On the 17th, Yin... had a holiday. I went fishing with... at the lake. The fish was delicious..."
The latest line of text is still emerging:
"...It rained, it was very uncomfortable,...I died, I went to the funeral..., I hope...I like that bouquet of daisies...Life is so short, it's sad..."
…
Those omitted words were either the meaning of which Fang Xian couldn't figure out, or they were simply the name of a certain person, because when he touched them, several different faces always appeared in his soul.
He has a high nose bridge and brown eyes, and he seems to be a mixed race... The only comfort he has is that he is still in a human world.
"Damn it... I was reincarnated as a diary? Or... a living, no, a notebook with the characteristics of 'living'? I was used to write a diary..."
Fang Xian sensed a terrible truth: "And...I am still unable to resist for the time being?"
Fortunately, his mind was tenacious and his soul was strong, so he did not collapse. After a while, he accepted the reality.
"There is nothing we can do about turning into a notebook, but... being unable to act independently is very helpless... there is a big crisis..."
He looked at this dark space and found that it was almost filled with diaries.
"If I were used to write a diary, as a notebook, it must have a number of pages. No matter how thick it is, it will be written one day... At that time, it will either be locked up and no longer receive new information, or it will be
Sell the waste paper, destroy it and reshape it...then I will die like this?"
If the attribute bar has not accumulated enough energy for reincarnation before being ‘processed’, he might really die!
"No, it can't be like this!"
Fang Xian gritted his teeth: "What should we do? Maybe... we can try it."
He looked at the first few pages of the diary, and the power of his soul spread, trying to erase a punctuation mark.
That was a diary from 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 power easily erased that punctuation mark.
"Hmm... It seems that if I want, I can swallow up the previous traces of writing at any time, turn it into a blank paper again, and let people write forever... or even..."
He slightly modified it with the power of his soul, replacing one word with another.
"Sure enough... I can not only erase the handwriting, but also actively reveal some information... Hmm, why do I feel similar to 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 actually write responses, I will probably lose it, or hide it, or try to destroy it... This is very unsafe
…”
Fang Xian had no choice for the moment.
His consciousness lasted for a long time this time, and he saw several new diaries.
Suddenly, one day, Fang Xian felt the space shake, and several diaries and the darkness they belonged to were torn apart.
"No, those articles are...that person wrote some secret diaries, and he wants to destroy them?"
"Damn it, you're tearing the pages out of my book!"
"It's so miserable to be a diary. It's just a disaster!"