Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Emperor Lin Ling's face seemed to be completely covered by layers of heavy, lead-like dark clouds. The gloomy atmosphere was extremely dense, and it seemed that the entire world was swallowed up by this oppression.

The emperor's face was as gloomy as water, as if it could squeeze out endless ink, and it seemed that at any time a violent downpour might pour down from his face, drowning everything in the world in this turbulent torrent. In his eyes, there was not only an aura of absolute inviolability, but also a blazing, incomparably hot fire of anger that was jumping violently.

The fire was so fierce that it seemed to burn everything in front of it to ashes without mercy, leaving no trace. His eyes were like sharp torches, staring at Jin Xiaofeng tightly and relentlessly. Then, he shouted, "Who hurt you so miserably?"

The sound was like rolling thunder, carrying a shocking force, suddenly exploding violently in the air. The sound was like a violent hurricane, and wherever it went, people around couldn't help but feel a bone-chilling chill rising up from their spines like a snake, making people shiver all over, as if they were instantly in an extremely cold place with ice and snow.

At this moment, Jin Xiaofeng had completely lost her self-consciousness. Her body was occupied by Madam Feng in a tyrannical and overbearing way. Her soul was ruthlessly imprisoned in that dark corner that was as dark as ink and bottomless. No light could penetrate the endless darkness. In that dark abyss, she had no room to struggle at all and was completely unable to move, as if she was firmly bound by an invisible and indestructible shackle. Her spirit was also completely firmly controlled by Madam Feng, just like a puppet without any independent consciousness, who could only be manipulated by others at will. She had no choice but to act according to Madam Feng's will and had no ability to resist.

Hearing the question from Emperor Lin Ling, Madam Feng manipulated Jin Xiaofeng's body and words unscrupulously. Jin Xiaofeng slowly opened her mouth, and the voice that came out of her mouth carried a sense of weirdness that made people's hair stand on end and hair stand on end. She slowly said: "All this is to be blamed on the Red Dragon Emperor." The voice seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, with a chill that made people feel cold on their backs, as if an invisible force was tightly strangling their throats, making people shudder.

After hearing these words, the rage in Emperor Lin Ling's heart instantly erupted like a volcano, surging and unstoppable. The flames of anger burned at an extremely rapid rate, almost completely devouring his reason. His eyes seemed to be emitting extremely hot flames, and the flames seemed to burn everything in the world without leaving a trace. His teeth were clattering, and the angry voice kept rolling in his throat, like a beast trapped in a cage roaring angrily: "What a Red Dragon Emperor, I will make you pay a very painful price for your actions!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and decisively ordered to send troops from that day on, leading an extremely large army with a momentum as majestic as surging waves straight to the border. The army was like a galloping dragon, with flags covering the sun, armor shining, and footsteps shaking the earth like thunder.

Every soldier had a determined look in his eyes, full of fighting spirit, and their steps were in unison, as if announcing their determination to the world. The momentum of this army was like a surging wave, unstoppable, and wherever it went, the wind and clouds changed color, as if foreshadowing the coming of a bloody storm, and the whole world would tremble.

In the midst of the noisy, crowded and bustling crowd, Wang Xunhai stood there quietly, like a silent statue. His eyes were as deep as the vast ocean, containing all kinds of complex and elusive emotions. There seemed to be sadness in his eyes, and that sadness was like a faint mist, covering his eyes; there was helplessness, and that helplessness was like a heavy shackle, binding his soul; there was regret, and that regret was like bitter tears, flowing in his heart; there was also a trace of imperceptible firmness, that firmness was like a bright light in the dark, although weak, but always flickering. His heart was like an overturned five-flavor bottle, with all kinds of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty tastes intricately intertwined, making it difficult to clearly distinguish the tastes.

The complex emotions intertwined in his heart, like a tangled mess, making him feel extremely entangled and troubled. He stood there quietly, the noise around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, thinking about the things that made him feel confused and painful, those things were like heavy stones, pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

When Emperor Lin Ling and the possessed Jin Xiaofeng passed by him, Wang Xunhai's eyes were like a burning torch, hot and firm, tightly and unmovingly locked on Jin Xiaofeng. There seemed to be a trace of concern in that look, that concern was like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing past; a trace of doubt, that doubt was like a hazy smoke, spreading; and a trace of deep helplessness, that helplessness was like a heavy sigh, echoing in the heart.

Jin Xiaofeng also looked deeply at Wang Xunhai, her eyes seemed to hide endless secrets and complicated and difficult to sort out emotions. Her eyes seemed to have thousands of words to say, but she was restrained by some invisible powerful force, making her unable to speak out the words in her heart.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the hustle and bustle around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the complex emotions in the air when their eyes met. Their eyes met, as if they were having a silent conversation, a conversation that only they could understand, and that conversation contained too many emotions and stories, which made people feel moved.

However, after only a short moment, the two of them looked away at the same time, as if they had a telepathic connection. Their faces quickly returned to their usual calmness, as if the meaningful and emotional look had never happened. Their expressions became cold and indifferent, as if they had buried all their emotions deep in their hearts, not letting anyone notice. Under that cold appearance, they hid endless worries and unspeakable pain.

But deep in Wang Xunhai's heart, he understood very clearly that Jin Xiaofeng in front of him was no longer the innocent and naive girl of the past.

Now, the soul of Madam Feng is hidden in her body. If it weren't for such a complicated and difficult situation, he would have told Emperor Lin Ling the truth behind the scene - that he was the only black hand. But the reality is so helpless that he can only bury this secret deep in his heart and endure the inner torment and pain alone. Every time he thinks of this secret, he will surge with a deep sense of guilt and self-blame. That feeling is like a sharp knife, constantly piercing his heart, making him fall into endless pain and struggle.