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Chapter 407 - 407: The Three Aristocratic Families and Four Major Alliances Are Here (2)

Clutching her arms, she muttered to herself incessantly.

The rescue team was at a loss. Si Fuqing was surely dead.

Only with Si Fuqings death would her own secret remain safe.

“We can only wait for the Supernatural Management Bureau to arrive,” the rescue team leader sighed deeply. “This is not a simple case; it needs to be reported.”

It was notjust a natural disaster, but a premeditated murder.

As everyone anxiously waited on Water Dragon Island.

Meanwhile, at the heart of the sea tornado, Si Fuqing was swimming to safety, clutching a little girl barely over ten years old.

The girl’s skin had turned pale from being in the water for too long.

“Sister, let me go. You won’t be able to swim out with me,” the weak voice of the little girl pleaded through her tears. “You’ll die too.”

In this seaside town, children as young as ten would accompany their elders to sea, and were excellent swimmers.

Yet, they stood no chance against the sea tornado.

“Stop talking. We’re running out of oxygen. Just keep breathing,” Si Fuqing urged, holding the girl even tighter. “We can make it. We will.” Si Fuqing slowly exhaled, her hand gripping the girl’s trembling.

She despised water, especially the deep sea.

Since the death of Ye Wanlan, every time she closed her eyes, she would relive the memory of Ye being swallowed by a sea vortex, her hand slipping away from Si’s grasp.

This led to Si Fuqing developing a severe deep sea phobia.

She avoided the sea at all costs, even in games, until she gradually recovered years later.

But now, she was back in that terrifying place, not afraid of the sea, but terrified of life slipping away before her eyes.

“Boom!”

The world turned dark; waves surged violently, and the black clouds almost touched the sea.

It was as if the tragedy from eight years ago was replaying before her eyes.

Through her blurred vision, Si Fuqing thought she saw Ye Wanlan’s face, heard her familiar voice saying, “Qingqing, survive.”

“Survive…”

Those were the last three words Ye Wanlan left in this world before she let go of Sit s hand and plunged into the Endless Sea, swallowed completely.

The Endless Sea, one of the ten most dangerous places in “Eternity,” was more unfathomable than Ghost Valley.

Unlike Ghost Valley, which had some data in the game management system, the endless sea had none.

“Eternity” was both the beginning of hope and the end of despair.

Si Fuqing couldn’t imagine how, in just under a month, both Ye Wanlan and Lu Qingning died in “Eternity,” making it unnecessary to change the attendees of their funerals.

They entered the game for training and missions, unlike ordinary players.

They connected in Abyss Mode, which involved a higher level of mental engagement than Sleep Mode, making one’s consciousness and brain waves more active.

In Abyss Mode, a year in reality equaled a hundred years in the land of Eternity, allowing Si Fuqing to learn many skills.

But the cost was high — the five senses were simulated to be as real as in reality.

Death in Abyss Mode meant true death, with not even a body left behind.

She promised her sister that she would survive.

She had to live on, carrying the beliefs of Ye Wanlan and Lu Qingning.

Closing her eyes to steady her emotions, Si Fuqing swam faster.

Minutes later, she finally brought the little girl out of the sea tornado’s center. But the storm raged on, surrounded by debris of numerous ships.

“We’re safe here, ” Si Fuqing reassured the girl, securing her on a wooden board with a safety belt. “I need to check if there’s anyone else. You’ll make it to the island. Tell them I’ll be fine, so they shouldn’t worry.”

The little girl, exhausted and pale, protested weakly. “Sister, don’t go back.

You’ve used up all your strength. You’ve already saved so many people…’

“Don’t worry,” Si Fuqing spat out some water and smiled wryly. “Do you know who I am?”

She then dived into the sea, recalling the words of Lu Qingning, which had always encouraged their team.

“Qingqing, we are the Eternity Four. We won’t lose!”

Two hours passed, and the sea tornado showed no signs of leaving the area, only growing in intensity.

In the hospital, the director slowly awoke and immediately grabbed the assistant director, asking anxiously, “Where is Teacher Si?! ”

Before losing consciousness, he remembered Si Fuqing saving him from the waves, pushing him onto a boat, and then diving back into the sea.

The assistant director, pale-faced, replied, “No news yet.”

But as time passed, it seemed almost certain that Si Fuqing, having been at the center of the sea tornado, couldn’t have survived.

While others from the crew and fishermen were rescued one after another, there was no sign of Si Fuqing.

The director, covering his eyes, choked up with guilt. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have invited her to the show. She’s so young, and she…”

Although he lost some hair over her, he truly admired Si Fuqing, a rarity in the entertainment industry for her hands-on approach.

How had things come to this point?

He was wracked with self-blame, while the usually scatterbrained assistant director was at a loss for words.

Outside, the Supernatural Management Bureau had arrived, led by their high-ranking officials.

“Useless!” Xie Yanqiu slammed the table furiously. “Am I feeding you for nothing? Can’t you even save one person? What are you doing in your positions?”

The evolved beings stationed in Southern State were stunned by her scolding.

“Please calm down, Chair,” a middle-aged man by Xie Wanqiu’s side tried to pacify her. “We’ll start a new round of search and rescue.” “No need,” Xie Yanqiu said coldly. “I’ll go myself.’

Her declaration shocked the evolved beings.

There were only three chairs in the Supernatural Management Bureau. Only B-level or higher supernatural events could mobilize the high-ranking officials of the Bureau.

Why is the chair herselfstirred by a mere sea tornado?!

“This incident is unusual,” a young man said gravely. “It’s not the work of our evolved beings from Great Xia. The Spirit Alliance would have detected it. I suspect it’s either a Master of Yin-Yang from Eastern Mulberry or an evolved being from the Western Continent gone rogue. We must find this person.”

Xie Yanqiu frowned. “Who are you?”

“I am Feng Nanhui,” the young man bowed. “Please, Chair, be patient. The Feng family’s rescue team is also searching the area. We’ll bring them back.”

The Feng family, one of the three aristocratic families, renowned for their strategy.

They had produced generations of prime ministers and military advisors for the Great Xia Dynasty, once repelling an invasion of two hundred thousand barbarians with just ten thousand soldiers.

Seemingly the weakest family, but without the Fengs, the dynasty wouldn’t have lasted a thousand years.

Xie Yanqiu’s expression darkened as she walked outside.

South Empty Sea was at the edge of the coastline. A few hundred kilometers further, and it would be beyond Great Xia territory and the Supernatural

Management Bureau’s jurisdiction, but within the realm of the Evolved Beings Alliance.

Who would have thought that such an incident would occur here, entangling Si Fuqing in its wake?

If anything happened to Si Fuqing today, she would never forgive herself.

At that moment, another set of footsteps approached, filled with angry reproaches.

“Where is she? Hasn’t she been rescued yet? How long has it been?” the voice demanded harshly. “If you’re incompetent, give me the equipment, and I’ll go in! ”

The middle-aged man following Xie Yanqiu recognized the newcomer, stopping in his tracks. “Gu…. Director Gu?!”