Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the second day, when the dawn light was like a sharp sword, quietly piercing through the heavy curtain of the night, the morning sun was like a golden veil, so softly and delicately falling on the door of the hotel. Wang Xunhai walked out of the hotel steadily with firm and powerful steps. He was upright and energetic, and exuded a high-spirited atmosphere. His eyes revealed an unshakable confidence and fortitude, as if the land under his feet was under his control and the whole world was just his possession.

Alice, who is regarded as a prostitute in the eyes of the world, her encounter with Wang Xunhai in the previous life is like a dramatic stage play. At that time, Wang Xunhai had gone through countless hardships and obstacles and finally successfully completed an extremely difficult task. The completion of this task not only brought him a very generous reward, but also filled his heart with a sense of accomplishment. With this heavy wealth in his arms, Wang Xunhai decided to relax his tense nerves and enjoy this hard-earned leisure time. It was at this time that the gears of fate began to turn slowly, and in that world of feasting and revelry, he met Alice.

In Wang Xunhai's eyes, Alice was not a vulgar person who sold her body for money. In his opinion, she was more like a means of making a living, a helpless choice. As time passed slowly like a stream, the transactions between Wang Xunhai and Alice became more and more frequent. Maintaining this special and subtle relationship with the same person for a long time made Wang Xunhai naturally become a frequent customer of Alice.

At first, when Wang Xunhai and Alice established this special relationship, the possessiveness deep in his heart was like a blazing flame, and the immature emotions were like surging waves, hitting his heart one after another. Driven by this strong emotion, he once opened up the classic topic to Alice - persuading her to change her ways. However, how could Alice easily listen to the persuasion of a childlike person? For her, the reality of life was like a heavy shackle, tightly binding her body and mind, making it difficult for her to break free and change easily. After that, as long as Wang Xunhai had enough money in his hands, he would go to Alice without hesitation and enjoy the short-lived joy and satisfaction. Gradually, Alice was happy to stop looking for new customers elsewhere. After all, Wang Xunhai gave her a generous reward, which allowed her to live a little easier in this world full of hardships and difficulties, and to feel a rare comfort.

In the early stages of Wang Xunhai's previous life, he was indeed just simply seeking a brief moment of pleasure and satisfaction from Alice. In order to continue this enjoyment, he desperately threw himself into fighting, killing, and practicing. It is no exaggeration to say that during that time, Alice almost became a powerful driving force for him to move forward, like a beacon in the darkness, inspiring him to constantly challenge himself and break through one limit after another.

Until one day, the two spent a night full of passion and love. In the faint light of dawn, Alice accidentally saw the criss-crossing and shocking scars on Wang Xunhai's back. Her eyes instantly revealed a complex emotion, which included surprise, heartache, and perhaps a hint of helplessness. She whispered: "You should also save money and marry a wife. Don't keep hanging around here. Sooner or later, you will die in my hands." When she said this, Alice's eyes were full of worry, but Wang Xunhai keenly felt that there was no trace of the fiery emotional fluctuations between men and women in her eyes. That feeling was as if a vicissitudes-filled elder was caring for an ignorant junior.

Wang Xunhai was furious at the time, and his heart was like a ignited gunpowder barrel that exploded instantly. He could not accept such an emotional positioning. What he longed for was a sincere and passionate love, not the kind of care that elders give to younger generations. His heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, as if a blazing fire was raging in his chest. So, he left Alice angrily, disappeared into the night without looking back, leaving only a resolute back.

Since then, Wang Xunhai seemed to have become a different person. He put all his energy into cultivation, practicing tirelessly day and night, as if he wanted to transform the anger and unwillingness in his heart into motivation to move forward. He constantly challenged his limits and broke through the boundaries of his abilities again and again. With his efforts, his cultivation path gradually got on the right track, and his strength continued to improve, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, showing a brand new attitude.

Time flies by like a white horse, passing by in a flash, catching people off guard. During that retreat, Wang Xunhai immersed himself in it wholeheartedly, time seemed to have stopped in his world, he seemed to have stepped into a completely isolated realm, everything around him had nothing to do with him.

During the long process of cultivation, Wang Xunhai forgot the passage of time, and his mind was completely immersed in the pursuit of power and the exploration of realm. When he finally woke up from the deep state of cultivation, he was shocked by a cruel reality - 100 years had passed quietly.

With a nervous mood, Wang Xunhai hurriedly embarked on the journey back to Narnia. Along the way, his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, not knowing what kind of scene would be waiting for him. When he finally returned to Narnia, the scene before him was like a thunderbolt, breaking his heart.

That was Alice's grave, standing there cold and lonely. The area around the grave was overgrown with weeds, which seemed to be mocking the fragility of life. The whole scene was extremely desolate, making people feel sad.

At that moment, Wang Xunhai deeply felt the huge gap between cultivators and ordinary people, which was like a chasm that was difficult to cross. They seemed to live in two completely different worlds, one full of mysterious power and endless possibilities, where cultivators could pursue higher realms and stronger powers with their own efforts and talents; while ordinary people in the other world were ruthlessly swallowed by the torrent of time, and their lives seemed so fragile and helpless under the erosion of time.

This huge gap made Wang Xunhai feel extremely sad and helpless, and his heart was filled with regret and pain. It was a pain that could not be described in words, like an extremely sharp knife, piercing his heart fiercely, making him fall into endless pain and self-blame.