Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The Purple Vermilion Bird stood alone on the land of his hometown that had been ravaged by war and filled with smoke, surrounded by a bleak and decadent scene. The traces of war were like the claws of a devil, ruthlessly tearing apart this once beautiful land. Broken walls and ruins could be seen everywhere, and the charred land exuded a pungent smell, making people seem to smell the cruelty and blood of war. The shocking scene was heartbreaking.

He stared at the devastated land, his eyes revealing endless grief and sorrow. It was the deep pain of his hometown being ravaged. His heart was bleeding, and every drop of blood turned into hatred for the invaders. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the ruins and see the former prosperity and tranquility, but now, all of this has become a bubble. He clenched his fists, his knuckles looked pale as paper due to excessive force, his body trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart. The veins on his arms bulged, which was the outward expression of his inner anger. He wanted to drive the invaders out of this land immediately and restore the vitality of his hometown.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes like a blazing torch, and said directly to the Red Dragon Emperor beside him: "The Red Dragon Empire has fallen into such a miserable state. We were pressed all the way by the fierce and wolf-like Chu people until we retreated to the northern coast. This place is our last line of defense. We have nowhere to retreat, Your Majesty!" His voice trembled slightly, but it contained an unshakable belief. His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart, making people feel his determination and courage.

The eyes of the Red Dragon Emperor were full of confusion and bewilderment. His gaze seemed a little dull, as if the former spirit had disappeared. His eyes revealed deep fatigue and helplessness. The traces of time carved wrinkles on his face, as if telling the suffering he had experienced. He slowly said: "Perhaps I am already old and weak, and my energy is no longer what it used to be; perhaps I am really incompetent and unable to protect this land that I love deeply and my people. Now, I can no longer protect the people around me, so I decided to leave this land that we once loved so much. We only need to occupy a small island overseas, so that our tribe can continue, and this is also the limit of what I can do now." His words were filled with deep helplessness and fatigue, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, full of pain and struggle.

When Zi Zhuque heard this, he was furious. He grabbed the Red Dragon Emperor's shoulder, gnashing his teeth and shouting angrily, "How can you give up so easily! Our homeland, our glory, are we going to be abandoned so easily?" His eyes were burning with rage, and that rage seemed to devour the whole world. His fingers dug deep into the Red Dragon Emperor's shoulder, as if he wanted to pass on his anger to him.

A ferocious look emerged on the face of the Red Dragon Emperor, and he roared at the top of his lungs: "Why not? We have been forced into a desperate situation. If we fight the Chu army head-on, we will only end up with a tragic end of annihilation. There will never be any good result! We have no other choice but to find a new place to live so that our race can continue!" His voice echoed for a long time in this barren land, and there was despair and determination in that voice, as if it was his last cry in the darkness.

Zi Zhuque's eyes were red, and he shouted angrily: "Can you bear to let those who have always followed you and are eager to take back the land that once belonged to us, let their hopes be shattered and let them fall into endless disappointment? They are willing to sacrifice everything for this land and for our empire. Can you just let them down and betray their trust and expectations?" His voice was full of grief and questioning, and every word was like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts. His body was shaking with anger, like a volcano about to erupt.

The Red Dragon Emperor was silent for a moment, and then said firmly: "Of course I have to protect them. That's why I decided to evacuate the land and turn to overseas. We have no chance of winning on this continent. The only way to survive is to go overseas. I can't let our race become extinct. I must find a way for them to survive." His eyes revealed a trace of unwavering determination, which was his responsibility and obligation as an emperor.

Zi Zhuque shook his head in disappointment, his eyes full of determination, he gritted his teeth and said: "You go overseas on your own, I will fight to the death here, even if I fight to the last soldier, I will never retreat! I will use my blood to protect our homeland and defend our dignity!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, and the sound echoed in the air, as if it was a vow, a belief that never give up.

The Red Dragon Emperor fell silent for a moment. He didn't know how to respond to Zi Zhuque's words. He stared at Zi Zhuque's back as he turned and left. His firm steps and unyielding posture filled his heart with complicated and inexplicable emotions. His back was like a mountain, standing there firmly, making people feel an unshakable power. In the end, he sighed helplessly. He knew that his decision would not change easily, and he felt that he really had no right to interfere with Zi Zhuque's choice. After all, everyone has their own beliefs and perseverance, and he can only respect the fate of others.

The Red Dragon Emperor slowly turned around and walked slowly towards the coast. His steps seemed extremely heavy, as if each step was carrying a heavy pressure. His mood was like this barren land, full of sadness and helplessness. When he arrived at the dock, looking at the large ships docked at the dock, a complex smile appeared on his face.

That smile contained a glimmer of hope for the future, as well as an infinite attachment to the past. He murmured to himself, "This may be our real new hope. Those who stubbornly resist are just struggling in vain, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, which is ultimately a waste of effort." After that, he stepped onto one of the large ships, ready to lead a group of people on a long journey overseas. The sea breeze whistled violently, ruffling his hair wantonly. He stared at the turbulent sea in the distance, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart. The sea was like an unknown world, full of challenges and dangers, but he understood that this was their only way out at the moment. He didn't know what was waiting for them ahead, but he was willing to take risks and explore for the survival of the tribe.