Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the busy, bustling dock, the blazing sun was like a sharp sword, pouring down mercilessly, scorching the entire ground like a hot iron. The strong light exposed every corner of the dock to the scorching sun without any shelter, and the air seemed to be distorted by the high temperature.

Haier was naked, with his upper body as strong as a bison. His bronze skin shone with a glossy luster under the direct sunlight, as if it was coated with a layer of mysterious oil. Every muscle had clear lines, showing his unparalleled strength. He took firm and powerful steps, moving forward steadily. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step he took seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, making the ground seem to tremble slightly. His eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty, like a towering mountain, which made people afraid to approach easily.

Suddenly, he made a move as fast as lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. He caught the man who was talking nonstop with lightning speed. The man was completely shocked by this sudden change. Before he could come back to his senses from what he said, Haier slapped him in the face mercilessly.

This sudden scene was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the original tranquility. The people present were suddenly in an uproar, and a clamor broke out like a raging torrent. They stared with anger, and their eyes were burning with anger, as if they wanted to devour Haier. They yelled at the top of their lungs, and the angry voices rushed towards Haier like a surging tide, wanting to teach Haier a severe lesson and make him pay a heavy price for his actions.

However, Haier showed no fear at all. He was like a mighty general sweeping through thousands of troops on the battlefield, charging fearlessly in the crowd. His posture was as nimble as a dragon, and every move he made was full of agile beauty, yet contained endless power. His movements were as agile as a leopard, and his attacks were quick and accurate. Every attack was fierce and powerful, making it difficult to resist. Those who tried to attack him were like fragile scarecrows in front of him, and were easily knocked to the ground one after another.

The people who were knocked down had bruises on their faces and groaned in pain, with expressions of pain and helplessness on their faces. Their original momentum instantly dissipated in the face of Haier's powerful strength, and they had no power to fight back. Those who were determined not to wear the collars could only be beaten away unwillingly under Haier's powerful intimidation. Their eyes were full of reluctance and anger, but they were helpless.

The only ones who stayed were Wang Xunhai and his group of people who had no choice but to accept the situation. They knew they had no choice but to accept it. Their eyes revealed helplessness and despair. They could only silently pick up the collar and slowly put it around their necks. The action seemed so heavy, as if they were not just putting on a collar, but also an unspeakable bondage.

On the other side, Caitlin walked steadily toward the coast. Each of her steps was firm and powerful, as if she had a sense of mission. She held a can of paint tightly in her hand, and the can seemed so important in her hand, as if it was the key to her goal. Her eyes were focused and determined, as if the whole world was only her, the paint in her hand, and the ground in front of her. She was concentrating on carefully drawing a mysterious magic circle on the ground, and her focused expression was moving. There was no distraction in her eyes, only focus and persistence on this magic circle.

Then, she took a deep breath and roared with all her strength. The sound seemed to break through the sky, shaking the world, and announcing her determination and courage to the whole world. At the moment when she roared, the magic circle instantly lit up with dazzling golden light. The light was dazzling and rushed straight to the magnificent sea in front of her like a sharp sword. The light was so strong that everything around was illuminated as bright as day.

With Caitlin's unremitting efforts, the sea passage slowly opened up. The originally turbulent and rolling sea was miraculously divided into two sections. The sea water retreated to both sides, revealing a wide passage, as if it was a special road opened up by nature for mankind. The scene was truly breathtaking, and everyone was shocked by this magical scene. They stared at the scene in front of them, their hearts filled with awe of nature and admiration for Caitlin.

Caitlin looked back at the shocked and stunned people behind her, and a confident and proud smile appeared on her face. That smile was as bright as the sun, warm and full of power. She said loudly: "Follow me and see what a miracle is!" Her voice was full of confidence and pride, as if she was the master of this world and could create countless miracles.

Led by Caitlin, the crowd walked cautiously on this magical passage between the seas. Their hearts were filled with anticipation and curiosity about the unknown, a complex emotion of excitement and nervousness. They walked slowly forward, taking every step with extreme caution, fearing that they would accidentally destroy this magical scene. Wang Xunhai bent down and picked up a lively sea fish on the ground, his eyes full of amazement. He couldn't help but sigh, "It's really a bit like Moses opening the sea." His voice was full of shock at the scene in front of him and associations with the legend.

Mrs. Feng's beautiful face, as delicate as mutton-fat jade, suddenly showed a look of astonishment, as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake. Her beautiful eyes, as beautiful as autumn water, were now shrouded in mist, full of doubts. She was puzzled, and asked with a hint of urgency in her voice: "What does Moses open the sea mean? Who is Moses?" Her eyes were not only full of strong curiosity about this unfamiliar word, but also revealed an endless desire for knowledge. That gaze was like a burning torch, eagerly seeking answers, eager to dispel the unknown fog.

When Wang Xunhai heard this, he was struck by lightning, and hurriedly shook his head desperately, trying to cover up his sudden loss of composure. His face involuntarily revealed a trace of panic as subtle as spider silk but clearly visible, and his speech became stumbling and incoherent: "It's okay, it's okay, I was just talking nonsense." In his words, there was obviously a trace of uneasiness that was as subtle as the breeze in the dark night, as if he deeply regretted saying that word, and his tone seemed to contain a trace of fear like the cold wind in the cold night, as if he was afraid that because of this word, it would trigger an unknown mechanism and cause some unexpected and terrible consequences.