I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal

April 15th, 5:30 in the morning.

The sea breeze blew continuously.

Ruffling the calm sea surface and creating a hint of a ripple.

The break of dawn brought a pale blue that spread slowly across the sky, as if nature’s gentlest brushstroke was unfolding across the vast canvas.

The sea, a grand master that had slumbered through the night, gently lifted the veil of darkness to welcome the first kiss of sunlight. The morning light, threadlike, pierced through the mist, blurring the line where sea met sky into a soft vagueness, bathing everything in a peaceful and mysterious blue-gray.

A gentle breeze wafted by, bringing a touch of freshness and coolness, as fine ripples shimmered with delicate silver light upon the sea.

Chen Yun, who had been tirelessly making his way through the seabed all night, was also gradually coming to a stop in his swimming.

The difference in longitude between Qixi City and the eastern side of the Shawai Fishing Ground was approximately 6.34 degrees, and one degree of longitude at the equator is roughly 111 kilometers.

However, as Qixi City and the Shawai Fishing Ground were not at the equator but at about 32 degrees north latitude, the actual distance was less than that at the equator.

So the real distance between Qixi City and the east side of the Shawai Fishing Ground was roughly 6.34 * 111 * COS32 degrees, resulting in about 602 kilometers.

For Chen Yun, who had pressed on throughout the night and early morning for more than nine hours, it became clear that he had nearly reached the eastern side of the Shawai Fishing Ground.