Chapter 798

Chapter 798: Mermaid Songstress Vimya

Finding the reincarnation of Xixifnail, even if outsiders did not require it, Lolan Hill had a strong inclination to do so. However, amidst the vast sea of people, it was uncertain when Xixifnail would awaken again. It might take a very long time.

Only after reconnecting with the descendants of the ancient human races could she accomplish this. Having passed more than thirty thousand years, it was time to make a choice for the future.

After agreeing and promising internally, Lolan Hill pressed the confirmation button on the screen, and the text on the screen disappeared.

[Agreement confirmed. Commencing handover ceremony. Neural connection required? Yes/No]

[Yes]

Though she wasn’t entirely sure about the specifics, the young lady didn’t mind trying. As one of the Primals, she was quite resilient in her soul.

[Neural connection initiated.]

The liquid around her began to emit faint particles of light, and Lolan Hill felt her senses extending in a wondrous way. It was as if she had gained countless new organs that she could perceive and control. She could ‘see’ the view outside the starship, sense its various conditions, and know where the mud was deeper and where the seawater was colder. This whale-like starship seemed to become part of her.

[First neural connection sync rate: 68%, excellent. Continue adjustment? Yes/No]

[Yes]

Lolan Hill blinked, feeling she could try more. The surrounding liquid changed colors again, and a peculiar current tingled at the nerve endings.

Her already sensitive skin and constitution amplified her senses further. Now she could ‘see’ more clearly and perceive more delicately. However, such actions also consumed more of her attention and mental energy, as if any slight change could cause the nerve endings to react.

[Recalibrate neural connection, maintain previous sync rate.]

Lolan Hill felt it and decisively chose to recalibrate. Such a state wasn’t good; it seemed that a higher sync rate wasn’t necessarily better. No wonder a 68% sync rate was considered excellent.

Adjusting to a comfortable state, Lolan Hill maintained a 62% sync rate with the starship. In this state, she could perceive her surroundings just like commanding her body in daily life.

[Starting ship self-check: 3%, 8%]

[68%]

[95%, 100%]

[Self-check complete. Status report follows.]

A detailed list of the starship’s internal structure appeared in Lolan Hill’s mind. The information was transmitted not through vision but directly converted into electrical signals and conveyed to her brain’s neurons. Efficiency was hundreds of times greater than visual transmission, but it required a higher level of recipient capability.

Fortunately, despite not having undergone genetic optimization, Lolan Hill, as an Extraordinary Being and one of the Primals, could withstand such massive information flow and quickly browse through it.

This starship had remained in a state of suspended animation for nearly ten thousand years, maintaining its condition frozen in time. While this kept many components and the starship itself in pristine condition, it consumed a significant amount of internal energy.

If they needed to replenish energy, the best and fastest method currently was to enter the Astral Plane and briefly reach the Ejecha Sea, where they could obtain a vast amount of Mana from the overlapping tides of two universes.

Unfortunately, such an action required sufficient energy for spatial travel, which in turn needed to be replenished from the Ejecha Sea.

It felt like an endless loop, Lolan Hill shook her head slightly and then searched for other methods to obtain energy.

One method involved bringing the starship near the Sun for charging, but the process would take approximately fifty years, and reactivating the starship to fly towards the Sun would also require additional energy.

After searching, the young lady finally shook her head. This powerful ‘great blue whale’ was temporarily beyond her reach, though powerful, it lacked the necessary energy to function.

If they truly wanted to start it up, they would have to wait until she repaired the Solar Crown. With the Solar Crown connecting to a star, it had unparalleled advantages in terms of energy and power.

There were still other things they could do. The young lady turned her gaze elsewhere.

[Stop beacon transmitting information from the seabed to the sky]

[Acknowledged. Initiating beacon connection]

[Verifying… Starting execution]

In the azure underwater map, the glowing points gradually came to a halt, and the once troubling ocean vortexes began to slowly dissipate.

These beacons, which had been operational for over ten thousand years, finally stopped. The numerous ocean currents beneath the sea began to change, or rather, revert to their initial state from tens of thousands of years ago.

Just as everything concluded, and Lolan Hill prepared to return, a small feature of the starship suddenly caught her attention.

[Search – Homologous Trace Mode]

This mode traced origins based on the soul information left by individuals.

If Xixifnail had already been resurrected in this generation, Lolan Hill even thought of Brennard.

She activated this function.

[Search range set to surface of the planet]

[Search criteria set to the Rhythm Pearl of Xixifnail]

[Search frequency set to once]

[This search will consume 80% of remaining energy. Confirm?]

[Confirm]

[Acknowledged. Initiating search. Requesting assistance…]

Then, the whale-shaped starship shot a beam of light into the sky, piercing through countless layers of seawater until it reached the heavens.

Seeing the beam, the giant sea serpent outside the starship roared in celebration, coiling and spinning, amplifying its energy.

A gigantic semi-transparent spot blossomed on the surface of the planet, then transformed into ripples spreading outwards, gradually covering the entire planet.

Information akin to radar scans appeared inside the starship, countless points and miscellaneous data presented themselves. The starship’s intelligent systems naturally filtered and processed such tasks involving trillions of data points.

[Processing results]

Ivar World, southern hemisphere, the southernmost island chain of the Southern Archipelago.

Far from the center of civilization, on a half-civilized island on the edge.

Although the northern continents were still in winter, here it was a comfortable and hot summer, a season of celebration for many locals.

Their skin was slightly tanned but incredibly healthy, wearing silver anklets as they danced on black stone slabs.

These black basalt slabs, believed by the locals to be remnants of the sun, were used to create massive sun patterns on the ground. During summer nights, they held celebrations to honor the grand Sun God until dawn.

Delicate drumbeats with a rhythmic beat started, and thousands of local residents formed enormous concentric circles, dancing around a central high platform. Each step synchronized with the music, exuding enthusiasm like a blazing ocean, infecting everyone present.

On this night, bonfires and torches formed a rough circular pattern of the sun on the ground.

Beneath wide palms, ancient bronze instruments were struck, causing their hollow metal cavities to vibrate, producing a delicate percussion sound. The music from afar also echoed.

Instruments resembling bronze chimes surrounded the high platform, and many locals were enchanted, nodding and swaying to the harmony.

They were not a conservative people. On the contrary, they enjoyed interacting with the outside world, learning new instruments. If a music master arrived on this island, they would receive imperial treatment.

This was a rain-rich and sunlight-abundant island, even without farming, they could fill their bellies with abundant fruits and seafood. Their joy in life lay elsewhere, such as music and dance.

Dance girls thrived here, dressed in sheer gauze, adorned with silver chains, their smooth skin loved by people from all over the Southern Archipelago. Every summer, they hosted celebrations, inviting music masters.

Today, one musician after another performed on the stage under the black sun, playing enthusiastic drum symphonies, Oriental-style clear melodies, and melodious songs.

Finally, a veiled young lady stepped forward, her pale blue hair and graceful figure complemented by a strapless white dress.

She slowly sat beside a harp, plucking the strings, her soft and melodious voice gently rising. Despite being on the ground, one felt the coolness and comfort of the sea, reminiscent of the legendary mermaid.

In the bright flames, her slender fingers danced rapidly on the strings, like water droplets falling onto an jade plate, creating a tinkling sound. The urgent and continuous music was captivating, and her golden harp produced complex and magnificent sounds, like a large ensemble.

As the music reached its climax, her delicate hands flickered in the firelight, and a few tiny crystal beads of sweat appeared on her closed eyes.

Despite her frail appearance, the music had immense tension and power, drawing everyone into it, cheering and leaping. Every movement was in rhythm with the melody, and the sweat was an experience of immersion, making everyone excited and joyful.

“Vimya!”

“Vimya!”

Whether locals or guests from afar, they began to cheer her name. From scattered chaos to unified cheers.

In the night and firelight, their eyes sparkled like lively and fervent cat eyes, following the movements of the songstress’s fingers. Her jumping notes were their heartbeats, and her singing was their breaths.

This songstress sitting in the firelight had snow-white skin, blue hair cascading down her neck, a few drops of warm sweat sliding down like a swan’s neck, reflecting the firelight and rolling into her chest, evoking countless beautiful thoughts.

Her beauty was breathtaking, leaving people in awe.

Finally, the music reached its finale, the melodious tune circling again and again, and the ‘butterflies’ leaping on the strings seemed ready to soar.

At this moment, Vimya, performing on the central stage, suddenly felt a strange sensation. It was like a tiny electric current touching the deepest part of her soul, a clear yet trembling sensation, a new feeling emerging in her heart.

The songstress on the stage emitted flickering dreamlike glimmers, transforming like a dragon in the sequence, her form turning into grains of light, then instantly solidifying.

When people refocused, a mermaid songstress with a beautiful tail was sitting in the center of the stage.

Her slightly elongated tail was covered with light blue scales, outlining a graceful curve. The tips of her fins were a translucent, gradient pink, reflecting a faint shimmer of water in the firelight.

Vimya, shocked beyond belief, looked at her sudden transformation, feeling the intense gazes, a huge panic rising in her heart, causing her fingers to stop subconsciously, and she sat motionlessly on the stage.

Looking at the suddenly quiet arena, even as a witch, Vimya couldn’t help but feel worried and afraid. Unfortunately, she was not yet accustomed to her new body and could only sit there anxiously, unable to run.

The arena fell silent for what felt like an eternity, then a shout broke the tranquility.

“Mermaid Songstress, Vimya!” It was an incredibly excited cheer.

“Mermaid Songstress, Vimya!”

“Mermaid Songstress, Vimya!” The voices grew louder.

“Mermaid Songstress, Vimya!”

“Mermaid Songstress, Vimya!”

Finally, the arena was engulfed by these excited and fervent cheers. There was no more impressive celebration than seeing a legendary race that had been extinct for thousands of years. An ancient tale of the mermaid songstress who lured sailors with her voice.

Was there anything more exhilarating and shocking? This was a miracle, a legend that could be boasted about for a lifetime.

Countless people gathered around the mermaid songstress, lifting her onto a massive wooden throne carried by dozens of people, parading around the island under the glow of countless torches.

People shouted the praises of the mermaid songstress, their enthusiastic voices echoing through every tree, house, and ear on the island.

On this island of over ten thousand people, they gathered in an extremely rare manner, and on this day, Vimya truly understood what it meant to be in a sea of people.

Hands raised high, heads densely packed, forming a wave-like ocean, visible everywhere in the field of vision. The wooden throne carrying Vimya drifted like a small boat in the sea of people, circling around.

“Mermaid Songstress, Vimya!”

This call was like a spell, etched into everyone’s hearts tonight. This unforgettable scene would never be forgotten, even decades later.

In the hearts of these sun-worshipping residents, this songstress was like a divine messenger, a goddess who lifted the sun in the azure sea, embodying the sea and the sun.

From this day on, countless people recognized the new generation of the Blue Songstress. That was the deep-sea blue mermaid songstress, Vimya.

And on the continent, her equal or even more famous counterpart was the Crimson Healing Flame Songstress, Ailani.

The new era’s two songstresses, the Azure and Crimson, began to spread their names across the world, and their stories and legends gradually became enshrined in numerous poetry collections and ballads.

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