Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Blood raindrops fell on the pale faces of the crew, on the blood-stained deck, and into the sea.

After being swept away by a sea of ​​blood, this vast sea area appeared as if it had been wounded, with a red crack resembling a sword mark.

After the spell ended, Xi Heng looked at the white mist that had thinned considerably and gently exhaled.

The Blood Sea Overturning Technique not only consumed spiritual energy and power, but also made her mental state somewhat tired.

As the inertia propelling the large ship gradually dissipated, the ship returned to a stable state.

As for the crew members, most of them were numb, listless, and confused, seemingly having lost their understanding of the world.

After experiencing all that just now, people often have a confused feeling, unsure of where they are or who they are.

Moreover, it won't recover anytime soon.

However, Xi Heng didn't care; he just wanted the fleet to escape its predicament and continue sailing eastward.

She leaped lightly from the enlarged dragon head at the bow of the ship, stepping onto the deck stained with a layer of dark blood as she returned to the cabin.

When they passed the ship's captain's place, the man's rough and mottled face, weathered by decades of sea winds, looked like that of a newcomer boarding a ship for the first time, with his brows furrowed and eyes squinted, his expression pained.

Immediately afterwards, the captain covered his mouth with one hand, quickly leaned against the ship's side, stuck his head out, and vomited up a stomachful of bitter water.

"Tsk." Xi Heng looked around and saw that most of the sailors and crew members were also nauseous and vomiting from the huge impact they had just experienced.

"Is it really that hard to withstand?"

She hadn't expected her men, whom she had brought to sea, to be so weak.

After vomiting, the captain quickly ran to the side to rinse his mouth and took several deep breaths before he finally felt a little better.

He gasped for breath and asked blankly, "Sir, what was that just now... what was that just now?"

"That is the divine power of the Great Dark Heaven."

Xi Heng casually brushed it off, saying, "There's still some white fog in this area. Although the ship has escaped the whirlpool's pull, it might still be nearby. Let's set sail and get away quickly."

"Yes! Yes..." The captain nodded repeatedly, went back to his cabin, and took out a compass from the middle.

After breaking free from the vortex's influence, the compass spoon was no longer affected by the strange magnetic field. The handle steadily pointed south, swaying only gently in the breeze.

The captain breathed a sigh of relief and, following the compass directions, directed the crew members, whose faces were still pale, to return to their posts and begin work.

The sails were unfurled, and the sailors rowed long oars, propelling the ship eastward with the help of the wind.

The surrounding white fog gradually thinned, and the pale yellow sunlight shone through the fog onto people.

Having survived the ordeal, the crew members became much quicker in their movements.

Xi Heng nodded slightly and was about to leave—but he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly heard the boat captain's urgent shout:

"Turn the rudder! Turn the rudder!"

"Get out of that thing in front of us! Hurry, hurry!"

The captain's voice grew louder and louder, his tone revealing barely suppressed panic.

This person was just numb, how come they've suddenly become panicked?

Xi Heng turned around in confusion, wanting to see what they were trying to avoid.

Turning my head, I saw an island on the other side of the white mist, being rammed head-on by the fleet.

"island?"

The girl blinked.

Previously, the fleet had been at sea for almost seventy days, and she had not seen an island.

After escaping the whirlpool, a sizable island appeared before them within minutes.

"Now that an island has appeared, could it be that our current location is not far from the other side of the Chonghai Sea?"

"Perhaps we will soon be able to find that so-called Immortal Realm..." Xi Heng was somewhat expectant.

However, this island seems a bit too big.

Although it wasn't particularly large, it seemed her fleet couldn't get around it.

It's unclear whether the speed was too fast due to the inertia from the previous spell, or because the wind was too strong and the sails were billowing, or simply because the island was too wide.

In short, the large ship, which had just begun to accelerate, headed straight for the island's beach—

"Huh?" Xi Heng tilted his head.

The island's shape is right in front of you.

The ship is at sea, and there are no brakes to step on.

No matter how hard you try to change the orientation, it's difficult to avoid the fate of colliding.

In an instant, the fleet encountered the island.

With a whoosh, the bow of the boat rose up.

boom--

Several sounds of breaking occurred from the bottom of the ship, causing the entire large ship to suddenly stop, and many crew members and sailors fell to the ground.

Xi Heng took two light steps to steady himself, and a rumbling sound came from the side as the ships following behind also crashed into the island along with the main ship.

The boat's hull slid across the sand for a while, causing it to tilt.

One after another, large ships roared and clattered, until all the ships were embedded in the sand on the island, and the noise of breaking apart finally stopped.

Two of the ships collided and both broke open.

Xi Heng looked at all his ships lying on the beach like stranded whales and sighed softly, rubbing his forehead.

The sound of the boats hitting the beach was quite clear; they probably won't be able to set sail again until they're repaired.

She glanced past the crew members who were thrown about the ship and were in a daze, and looked towards the large island in the distance.

The fleet was filled with creaking noises and the crew's cries of pain, while the island in front of them was deep and tranquil.

The island's vegetation is green and yellow, and the beach is littered with seashells, fish bones, and other debris.

Xi Heng ordered the ship's captain to inspect and repair the hull, then went to the bow and landed on the island below like a swallow.

The feeling of her brocade shoes on the soft sand brought her some peace of mind.

"Finally back on land... even if it's just a small island."

She hummed merrily, squatted down, grabbed a dried conch shell, and walked further into the island.

With a few light leaps, they crossed the complex hilly terrain on the island's outskirts and entered the mountains and forests.

"Is that the sound of flowing water?" She walked toward the source of the sound.

A moment later, they found a spring and a bunch of berries next to it.

Xi Heng casually picked a few, washed them at the spring, and put them in his mouth.

It's quite sweet.

"On this island, we might be able to replenish our freshwater supplies and have some fruit to eat, so that the crew won't get scurvy."

Too many crew members dying might affect her efficiency in seeking immortality.

"Let's rest on this island for a while."

The girl used her light-footed skill to leap to a high place, and as she looked around, she set her sights on the highest peak of the entire island.

After estimating the distance, he used his light-footed skill to walk over the tree branches.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the middle of the island.

Xi Heng casually glanced at the scenery outside the mountain, when suddenly he saw a long stone staircase appear in the middle of the mountain peak, extending upwards from the dense forest.

"Are there people on this island?" The girl stopped in her tracks.

"But this is the Chonghai Sea, why would there be human traces here..."

She stopped using her light-footed skills and instead stepped onto the stone steps built by her predecessors, slowly walking upwards.

The smooth, even stone steps were covered with mud, dust, and fragments of branches and leaves, and there were no footprints, indicating that they had not been used for a long time.

Midway through, Xi Heng squatted down and touched the stone steps, unable to discern when they were built.

Every few tens of meters on both sides of the steps, faded red logs stand up, covering the stone steps.

Due to the erosion of time, the surface of the rosewood is covered with corrosion marks, and some pieces have even broken, with dense mushrooms growing from the roots...

"It seems like no one has been here for a long time... Did the people on the island leave after building the stone steps?"

Xi Heng silently speculated, and continued to take small steps.

The long, straight staircase is laid out on the hillside with few bends or turns.

She looked up, wondering where the stone steps led and what lay at their end.

Although there were no footprints on the steps, it was clear that no one had walked on them for a long time, and logically, no one lived above them, so there should be no danger.

However, Xi Heng still made some preparations in advance.

She took out the Blood Spirit Stone, chanted a few incantations, and drew several spells on the back of her hand or arm.

Xi Heng took a deep breath and continued walking.

This was the first time she had seen any human presence since she set sail.

Perhaps this place is the legendary immortal island, and the person who built these orderly stone steps was a cultivator...

After all, an island that has been sailing for so long to discover must have something special about it.

With this in mind, Xi Heng bypassed the bend at the end of the stone steps, arrived at the back of the mountain, and climbed the last few steps.

Then, they saw a dilapidated wooden house and the surrounding area littered with white skeletons.

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Chapter 91, The Secret Text of the Stone Tablet

At the end of the stone steps, there is only one place where you need to turn.

After that, the steps were no longer straight, but became a winding spiral shape.

We spiraled up the stairs for a hundred meters, then walked behind the mountain peaks that we hadn't seen from a distance.

Under the clear sky, the air on the island was much fresher than at sea.

Stepping back onto solid ground and discovering rather novel human presence, Xi Heng's mood improved somewhat.

But this slight joy dissipated considerably the moment they were about to reach the top of the stone steps and see the view above.

"..."

Xi Heng stopped in his tracks and slowly placed his right hand on the sword at his waist.

At the end of the stone steps was a flat area surrounded by dense trees.

In the middle of the flat land stands an ordinary wooden house with a simple and rustic appearance, weathered by wind and rain, and covered with various damages.

Neat wooden planks corroded with holes are glued together to form the walls, and faded beams stand straight against the roof.

Structurally, the wooden house is quite intact, with each side of the wooden planks being neat, fine, uniform, and of good quality, clearly made by a skilled craftsman.

Instead, it wasn't like her, a survivor who accidentally ended up on a deserted island, making a makeshift dwelling out of logs.

Xi Heng pondered silently.

But as she walked along the island, she encountered no stone steps or any trace of human beings outside the house in front of her.

It is more likely that a few people came to the island specifically to painstakingly build these stone steps and houses.

And then they just left the house in this desolate place...?

Or perhaps, he spent the rest of his life in this place?

Today, the people who once lived here have disappeared.

"Also... where did all these skeletons outside come from?" Xi Heng wanted to ask.

Besides the houses, there were also many pale skeletons of animals that were indistinguishable on the flat ground, piled up in layers like thorns.

There was not a trace of flesh or blood on the skeleton; it was a chilling, stark white.

She roughly estimated that there were at least several thousand skeletons piled up on the wide, flat ground in front of her, which was dozens of meters wide.