Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Cang Weimin took firm and powerful steps, his steps were steady and firm, and each step seemed to carry a great force, as if the ground beneath his feet was shaking slightly, to show his unwavering determination. He slowly moved forward step by step, his steady and rhythmic steps were like the exciting drumbeats, playing a unique melody in this silent space. He raised his head slightly, and the gentle wind was as delicate as silk, caressing his face as gently as a mother's hand.

The wind seemed to sense his inner emotions, gently ruffling his hair, which fluttered in the wind, as if dancing happily for his upcoming liberation. His eyes revealed a subtle sense of relief, a feeling of relief, as if the huge rock that had been weighing on his heart for a long time had finally been put down. He slowly said, "I will soon be able to leave this place of trouble, and I can finally put the troubles here behind me." There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, which was the fatigue after going through countless hardships and obstacles; at the same time, there was also a hint of expectation for the future, which was the longing and desire for a new life.

Chao Yiting followed him quietly, with a hint of worry in her eyes. The worry was like a faint haze, quietly shrouding her eyes, making her originally bright eyes look a little dim. Her footsteps also seemed a little heavy, and every step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of pressure, as if the land under her feet was pulling her tightly, making it difficult for her to move. At this moment, she suddenly spoke, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice: "Even if we leave this place of trouble, we still have to face the difficulties of survival. Cang Weimin, have you ever thought about it? Guang Shichen is not an unforgivable bad guy." Her words were full of worries about the future. The worries were like heavy shackles, making her a little breathless; at the same time, they also brought memories of the past. Those memories were like an old movie, constantly playing in her mind.

Cang Weimin showed a helpless look on his face. He sighed softly, and the sigh seemed to come from the depths of his soul, with endless vicissitudes and fatigue. There was a trace of fatigue in his eyes, a kind of fatigue that had been baptized by the years, as if his soul had been traveling for a long time on a long journey. He said: "He is not a bad person, he is just a person who is not on the same path as us. We have different paths and cannot make plans together. We are destined to go our separate ways. This is an unchangeable fact, and we can only accept it." There was a kind of helpless open-mindedness in his words, and that open-mindedness seemed to be a ray of light he found in the darkness. Although it was weak, it was enough to support him to move forward.

Chao Yiting nodded thoughtfully and replied, "Well, you're right. Perhaps this is the fate and we can't resist it." A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and that confusion was like a thick fog, temporarily obscuring her vision; but soon, the confusion was replaced by determination, and her eyes became bright again, as if she had found the direction in the darkness.

The two walked in silence, and the road seemed to be particularly long. Their footsteps echoed in the silent air, and the sound seemed to be the bell of time, heavy and slow, reminding them of the difficulty of moving forward. Every step seemed to cross an invisible chasm, requiring great effort. Unconsciously, they walked to a mountain. The mountain was towering into the clouds, and the peak pierced the sky like a sword, giving people a strong sense of oppression. The trees on the mountain were lush and green, and the branches and leaves were intertwined, forming a green ocean. However, this green ocean was filled with a mysterious atmosphere, which made people feel awe. At this moment, several black figures suddenly appeared in front of the two people like ghosts. Their movements were swift and agile, like lightning in the dark night, instantly cutting through the air and abruptly blocking their way forward.

Cang Weimin frowned, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. His eyes were like sharp swords, staring straight at the shadows in front of him, as if he wanted to see through their hearts. He walked forward fearlessly, and said loudly: "We are all brothers of Chu, right? Why do you want to block our way? We have no grudges, why do you have to make things so difficult for us?" His voice was loud and firm, like thunder, echoing in the air, shocking people.

Hearing this, the men looked at each other, their eyes revealing complex emotions. There was doubt, that was the confusion about Cang Weimin's words, their brows were slightly furrowed, their eyes were full of doubts; there was hesitation, that was the reflection on their own behavior, there was a flicker of hesitation in their eyes, as if they were thinking about whether their actions were correct; there was also a hint of firmness, that was the belief in their hearts, although a little shaken, but still existed. Then, one of them took a step forward, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, and said: "Do you want to go back to the Great Wilderness? It's not a good place there, why do you want to go there?" There was a hint of doubt and worry in his voice, and that worry was like a faint smoke, filling the air.

Cang Weimin looked at the other party with cold eyes and replied in a bad tone: "What does it have to do with you? This is our choice, and it is not your turn to point fingers." His words were full of anger and dissatisfaction. The anger was like a burning flame that could erupt at any time; the dissatisfaction was like a surging wave, hitting the other party's heart wave after wave.

The man seemed to want to say something, but the people around him said impatiently: "He has already admitted that he is going back to the Great Wilderness. What else is there to say? Don't talk to him anymore. Just do it." The man's tone was full of impatience and impulse. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, which was like a sharp blade, piercing people's eyes. His body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't wait to start a fierce battle.

Hearing this, the man was silent for a moment, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. He seemed to be in a fierce struggle in his heart. On the one hand, he obeyed the order, which was his duty as an executor; on the other hand, he sympathized with and understood Cang Weimin. There seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that Cang Weimin might have his own difficulties. In the end, he nodded silently and slowly retreated into the crowd. Then, a strong energy fluctuation instantly emanated from his body, and the energy spread around like a surging tide. The air around seemed to become heavy, making people feel difficult to breathe. The energy fluctuation was like a storm, sweeping everything around. The branches shook violently in the wind, making a creaking sound, and the leaves fell one after another, like a green rain. It can be said that there was no point in talking, and a fierce conflict seemed to be on the verge of breaking out. The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, as if even the air was about to solidify.