Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng heard footsteps approaching amidst the endless noise.

Turning his head, he saw Chen Fenghuo had also come to his side.

On the undulating, unsteady deck, the other person leaned against the ship's railing and spoke softly.

"It seems... the previous illusion was not our last ordeal; this one is."

Having teetered on the edge of death and despair for so long, Chen Fenghuo had become somewhat numb.

Xi Heng watched the hurricane gradually shift away and murmured:

"The fleet should be able to weather this storm."

"Even so, how will we survive the next ordeal?"

Chen Fenghuo smiled wryly:

"You and I will eventually be buried in this sea, whether it is today or tomorrow, the result will be the same... Without a flying boat, we cannot cross the vast sea."

Xi Heng did not refute the other party, but simply stated his own thoughts: "But as long as you and I remain in this world, we must continue our voyage."

"Even if you die in the next second, even if you can't see the hope of tomorrow, like climbing a mountain but not being able to see the summit, as long as you are alive, you should and must do your best to continue climbing."

“If we can’t do this one thing, we will be ashamed of our true selves,” Xi Heng said.

Even if all you see is disappointment and despair, you must still move towards hope.

Even if you don't get that hope in the end, as long as you've walked this path and keep moving forward, that's enough.

Although I cannot fulfill my wish, at least I will not feel ashamed of myself.

Xi Heng placed his hands on the ship's side, facing the apocalyptic scene before him, but unlike the others on the ship who were pale with despair, his eyes were bright and piercing.

"Let the storm rage on!"

Chen Fenghuo watched the other person's dashing figure quietly from the side, his thoughts slowly flowing through his mind.

……

The storm did not become any more violent.

Although the powerful hurricane would continue to grow and expand over time, the large ship with its sails fully extended was pushed away by the strong winds a little faster. After turning south at a sufficient angle, it gradually distanced itself from the hurricane that was stirring up dark clouds.

Amidst the endless howling of the wind, the fleet sailed towards another peaceful stretch of sea.

When the overwhelming hurricane and dark clouds disappeared into the distance, the sky turned into night.

The lingering clouds obscured the moonlight, and starlight twinkled through the gaps in the clouds. The impact of the hurricane on the sea had also disappeared.

Xi Heng used the stars in the sky to guide him again, and ordered the fleet to follow.

Having just experienced the danger, she felt all the more that the few moments of peace before her were something to be cherished.

The so-called other side of the sea seems to be a long way off. No one knows how much longer they will have to stay at sea, or how many dangers they will encounter afterward... When will the sea finally swallow her fleet?

"The sea, perhaps it really is boundless?" Even with the ability to reload saves and was not afraid of death, Xi Heng felt a few traces of disappointment.

"There's less than three months' worth of food left on the ship..."

She silently calculated: "This fleet can only sail at sea for a maximum of two hundred days."

She had thought the fleet would sail for much longer.

If a proper island can be found in the Chonghai Sea to land and replenish fresh water and a small amount of food, the voyage time can be extended to nearly a year.

But now, after sailing on the high seas for so long, the fleet has only encountered one island, and there are demons on it, so it is not safe to land.

"Once I ascend the throne, I can build an even larger fleet to continue this ocean voyage..."

Although she had gradually lost hope in her quest for immortality at sea, she still had to give it a try.

After silently planning for the future, Xi Heng looked back at the relatively calm sea and the ever-changing sky.

"Although the sea only brings disappointment, I still need to move forward."

"Until the end of this sea, or the end of my life."

……

More than twenty days later.

One hundred and thirty days have passed since the fleet set sail.

Everyone in the fleet visibly became extremely haggard, and some of the more mentally fragile individuals even spontaneously jumped into the sea late one night.

The boundless sea seems to possess a magical power to draw people closer. Some ordinary sailors, if not careful, will drift unnoticed and approach the ship's side, as if about to fall forward.

Although only a very small number of people break down and jump into the sea, most of them are already depressed and weak.

There is no cure for such mental problems that manifest as physical pathological symptoms, unless they are allowed to see the coast and land.

As for that area of ​​sea with disordered magnetic field, the fleet has probably already left.

But nowadays, whether the magnetic field is disordered or not is no longer important.

Because of the previous ten days or so, the compass seemed to have some lingering effects, sitting stiffly and unremarkably on the table.

The magnetic spoon has lost its ability to indicate direction; it will point in the direction you push it.

As long as it is not subjected to external forces, it will remain there indefinitely without making any movement.

This damn compass, it doesn't matter whether we have it or not anymore.

People are used to determining their location by the sun and stars.

If the weather becomes cloudy or rainy and the direction cannot be determined, the ship should reduce its speed slightly and continue sailing in the previously determined direction.

Although his crew members were becoming increasingly disheartened and numb, even the Crimson Goddess, who lived with him, had gradually changed her mood and attitude in recent days, which made Xi Heng feel strange from time to time.

But her own heart remained unchanged throughout.

……

On the 140th day after setting sail, the fleet was again struck by a strange mental disorder.

It was the crew members, who had long been numb and disillusioned, who suddenly went mad, shouting and yelling as they picked up objects and smashed or slashed at their fellow passengers.

However, the impact of this chaos was not significant, since there were relatively few crazed crew members, and Xi Heng had enough force to easily suppress them.

After sweeping through the fleet, the mad crewman was knocked down, bound tightly with ropes, and temporarily imprisoned in a larger cabin.

Although they were insane, they could still eat and drink, barely managing to stay alive.

Xi Heng thought that this crazy state was probably caused by the special sea area, and he would recover after passing through it.

There are over two hundred madmen. If we kill them outright, the other crew members will likely become even more disheartened.

Xi Heng herself is not without humanity. Her crew members have followed her around the world for so long. Even if they are crazy and hurt people, it doesn't warrant the death penalty.

"If everyone can live, then let's live."

She waved her hand, instructing the normal crew members to continue distributing enough food to the madmen.

Food and fresh water are gradually being consumed.

These survival supplies are rarely replenished at sea, and in people's eyes, their remaining lives are dwindling...

……

Day 150.

The mad crew member has not yet returned to normal. He only becomes weak when he is hungry and thirsty, and after being fed a meal, he will revert to his barking and howling behavior.

Ten days later, no one else gradually descended into madness like them, indicating that the fleet had left that strange sea area.

But the madness of this group of people showed no signs of abating.

This madness appears to be permanent and incurable.

The ship's helmsman and captain sighed and suggested to Xi Heng that they give these people a quick death, so that the saved food could allow the fleet to sail further.

But Xi Heng, who had always been decisive and ruthless, shook his head at this moment:

"Of the thousands who set sail together, only about five hundred are still on board. Too many people have died."

If an ordinary outsider were to hinder her journey, she would kill them without a second thought.

But these crew members were her subordinates who had been with her for half a year, so let's give them some time.

"Kill them in ten days," she stated explicitly.

“Yes…” The proposers stepped back and left.

Xi Heng silently walked to the bow of the ship, which had been repaired but no longer had its former proud and majestic appearance.

The view remained unchanged, gazing at the boundless east.

I longed for a piece of land to slowly emerge on the eastern horizon.

This thought has arisen countless times since the start of our journey.

Each time, there was no response.

As always, the East is filled with only the surging sea and the sky that covers the world.

Ten days later, as the morning fog dissipated, the newly awakened crew saw an island appear in the distant eastern part of the sea.

Fishing boats can still be seen drifting around the island.

……

Chapter 98, Fallen Leaves Return to Their Roots

Upon waking in the early morning, Xi Heng would wipe his longsword with a silk cloth, making it shine like new.

Today, it seems we'll have to draw our swords.

After drifting at sea for over a hundred days, she has honed more than a dozen relatively perfect techniques for neutralizing internal energy within the spiritual space of the sword heart.

Among them was a painless rapier that she named 'Graceful Liberation'.

This move is extremely fast; a single strike can destroy the inside of the skull. From the outside, it only appears as a slender sword aura piercing through the brow, with a few drops of blood flowing down.

The injury may seem minor, but it can actually erase a person's consciousness in an instant.

It makes people lose the ability to perceive pain before they even realize it.

"Let's try this trick in real life too."

Xi Heng wiped the longsword until it shone, slowly stood up, and then sheathed it.

He got up and then left the cabin without hesitation.

She went up to the deck as usual, intending to check on the fleet's condition before giving those madmen a good beating.

I had only taken a few steps when my keen hearing alerted me to some chaotic noises coming from the ship.

"What trouble has arisen again?" Xi Heng was almost used to it.

The crew members, already numb and disillusioned, show no emotional fluctuations during their daily work. When chatting with others, they only murmur words they have repeated countless times.

The appearance of noise usually indicates that something has happened.

The last time this happened was because a crew member suddenly went insane and injured someone.

The noise gradually became clearer.

She gradually realized that the voice didn't sound panicked, but rather excited and thrilled.

Xi Heng became suspicious: "Are there a lot of stimulant-like substances floating in this sea area?"

My footsteps slammed onto the thick wooden steps, and I returned to the deck with a muffled thud.

The sky was fairly clear today, and a few scattered clouds could not obscure the bright sunshine of the eastern sun, which cast a slight warmth.

The fleet set sail in late autumn, nearing winter, and now, almost half a year later, it is late spring.

However, from the boat, one cannot see the spring breeze blowing across the riverbank, causing the willows to sway gently, nor can one see the brocade of blooming flowers in spring, nor can one see newly pasted red couplets or lit lanterns.

The seasonal temperature differences at sea are not as pronounced as on land, making it difficult to feel the passage of seasons.

Only when the warm spring breeze caresses your face do you realize that it is no longer winter.

The waves rippled, and the noise from the outside world reached my ears.

"So there really is an island..."

“There are fishing boats wandering around over there, and there are still people living on this island.” The speaker’s tone was weak, but with a hint of a smile.