Immortal Travel of Longevity-Chapter 159: Sword Flight Over Desolate Sea Sees Sky Skiff

Chen Changsheng jolted awake suddenly.
His gaze snapped toward this residence.
“So…”
“She practiced the Sutra of Rebirth?”
Chen Changsheng opened it and continued reading.
The more he read, the more his heart pounded. The methods and Dao Rhyme described within this Sutra of Rebirth all had traceable logic; it wasn’t baseless fantasy.
Therefore…
Reincarnation with memories of past lives was real too!!
“Life then death, death then life. Not the death of the Mortal Body, but the perishing of Divine Sense and memory.”
Chen Changsheng frowned, deeply troubled, and turned to the next page. Yet the content that followed made him somewhat doubtful.
“It’s not complete…”
The first half showed no flaws, but the latter part became messy.
Especially concerning Karma and past lives – it stated the principles but gave no fundamental method.
Because of this, the entire text felt like a half-finished work.
Though unfinished, it didn’t mean escape from the Path of Reincarnation was impossible. It just meant…
There was only a chance!
Past life memories could still vanish due to error.
“He really dared to think and dared to act.”
But rebirth couldn’t be easy.
Creating this Sutra of Rebirth was an immense feat. It might take centuries, millennia, to refine it to this state.
At the final page, Chen Changsheng saw a line of writing.
[“The Great Dao has fifty spokes; Heaven unfolds forty-nine; man takes the one for escape. This single thread of opportunity is truly hard to grasp. The missing ten-thousandth part ultimately proves difficult to mend. Perhaps the next life will offer another chance.”]
[“Yu Xuan left during the Fourth Life”]
Chen Changsheng furrowed his brows, deep in thought.
If that’s the case, this Sutra of Rebirth should be incomplete.
Yet if so, how did she dare use this flawed sutra for reincarnation?
“Wasn’t she afraid of mistakes?”
“Could it be… she had a backup plan?”
Chen Changsheng frowned. He looked at the Sutra of Rebirth in his hand, and a sudden urge arose within him: he wanted to try it.
The Mayfly Curse meant death too.
Since that was so…
What result would it bring, if he used this Sutra of Rebirth, upon his next awakening?
Chen Changsheng examined the Sutra of Rebirth closely once more. Apart from the few sentences left on the final line, there was no other useful information.
“Is she now within the Path of Reincarnation, or has she already appeared in the Mortal World?”
Chen Changsheng looked down at the Sutra of Rebirth. After a moment’s thought, he stored it away.
If that’s the case, then it makes sense.
The Yu Xuan from nine thousand years ago, and the Yu Xuan he saw at the Black Pagoda, must be the same person.
Chen Changsheng raised a hand, attempting to divine the matter. In the end, he divined nothing.
Frankly, he had anticipated this outcome.
He and Yu Xuan must share an inexplicable bond. Yet now, he had forgotten it all…
Chen Changsheng sighed softly and murmured, “If it’s her… she should be able to unravel all my doubts.”
Chen Changsheng glanced back at the residence behind him. Then he turned and walked away from that place.
“Rumble…”
The Stone Gate closed again. The characters etched upon it appeared before Chen Changsheng’s eyes.
One to Ten, Life and Death, and that number Thirty-Three – all held an indescribable connection to him.
Chen Changsheng was used to such things offering no clear answers.
The Old Dragon King had said he’d find understanding along the journey. He had found traces, yet more questions emerged.
Still, at least this trip wasn’t wasted.
Chen Changsheng turned and left. After he departed, the silt in the ravine once more shrouded the Stone Gate, burying it from sight.
After emerging from the Desolate Sea.
His gaze settled upon that towering Great Wall.
After a long silence, he still perceived nothing out of the ordinary.
Chen Changsheng shook his head, then summoned the Rain-Listening Sword.
“Listening to Rain.”
He wasn’t planning to return yet. Instead, he intended to seek answers elsewhere.
Surely, someone must know about these things.
The Immortal Sword cut through the clouds, heading southeast.
The vast expanse of the Desolate Sea swept past below. Suddenly, colossal waves and fierce wind erupted over the turbulent waters.
Chen Changsheng merely glanced. Forming a Divine Decree within his mouth, he spoke.
“Winds and thunder, make way.”
As the decree left his lips, the stormy waves blowing towards him parted to avoid him. The lightning from above didn’t graze him.
He journeyed through roughly another night.
Chen Changsheng lifted his head and spotted a Sky Skiff slicing through the air ahead.
“A Sky Skiff?”
He focused. The flying vessel carried many figures – without exception, all were Cultivators.
At the same moment, people aboard the skiff also saw the figure flying on a sword.
“How did that guy get out here?”
“Who is that?”
“Look over there!”
Several pairs of eyes looked out across the skiff’s side.
In the distance, a Green-Robed Gentleman stood upright upon an Immortal Sword, hands clasped behind his back.
“Could he be…”
“… riding a sword to get here?”
Shock rippled through the onlookers. They knew they were deep within the Desolate Sea.
“Likely a Senior!” mumbled an elder. After a pause, he proposed, “Should we invite this Senior aboard?”
“Well said.”
“I agree.”
Chen Changsheng hadn’t planned on boarding the skiff. As they began to pass, a voice called out from the vessel.
“Daoist Friend, would you honor us by boarding for a while?”
Chen Changsheng looked up. At the ship’s prow stood an elderly man with white hair. He wore crimson robes, marking him as a figure of status.
Chen Changsheng considered, then replied, “I humbly accept.”
Once aboard the Sky Skiff, the crimson-robed elder approached him directly.
The crimson-robed elder clasped his hands in salute. “He Chongyang of Lingyue Immortal Isle. Greetings, Daoist Friend.”
Chen Changsheng returned the gesture. “I am but a Rogue Cultivator. You honor me too much.”
He Chongyang assessed Chen Changsheng, sensing neither trace of Magical Power nor hint of Dao Essence. A shock ran through him.
If even he couldn’t perceive it, this person’s cultivation depth must be extraordinary.
“Daoist Friend, did you arrive via Sword Flight?” He Chongyang inquired.
“Indeed. I came from the Mortal World.” Chen Changsheng stated plainly.
He Chongyang paused, stunned. “You rode a sword all the way from the Mortal World?”
Chen Changsheng nodded. “Is there a problem?”
He Chongyang gaped for a second, finding it hard to believe.
Some nearby overheard this.
A skeptic spoke up, “Daoist Friend, that claim seems rather grand. The Mortal World lies tens of thousands of miles away. Putting aside whether such Magical Power exists, beneath us is the Desolate Sea – its weather wildly unpredictable, teeming with Great Demons. One wrong move, and you might perish without a burial.”
“Well reasoned,” another chimed in. “Sword Flight from the Mortal World… that journey – even the most powerful cultivator would scarcely guarantee sufficient reserves.”
Others nodded in agreement, voicing their doubts.
Chen Changsheng showed no displeasure. He merely smiled and answered, “When I encountered desolate islands, I rested awhile. Travel, rest, then travel again… and so I arrived.”
He Chongyang, hearing the chatter, spoke firmly, “Anyone reaching these desolate parts must possess deep cultivation. But let me ask you all… Forget his claim of origin. I could lend any of you an Immortal Sword. Would any dare try to see how far they could fly from here?”
He Chongyang swept his gaze over them. Not one dared meet it; some turned away, others drifted off, unwilling to engage.
He Chongyang watched them and remarked, “And now, silence.”
As a constant traveler of these seas, he knew the Desolate Sea route perfectly.
For thousands of miles around, not a single Desolate Island existed – nowhere even to set foot.
This Daoist Friend reaching here via Sword Flight must signify profound Great Dao attainment.