Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The sunlight is like a light and soft golden gauze, slowly and leisurely floating down from the sky, and its gentle posture is just like the light skirt of a dancing fairy. It gently covers the vast and boundless forest, as if it has put a sacred coat on this mysterious area. The dazzling light is like a strand of fine thread, densely and evenly interwoven together, and like the delicate silk, smooth and soft, with endless tenderness, caressing every inch of land and every corner in the forest with great love.

In the forest, the lush green plants are so green that they seem to be dripping with water, full of vitality. They seem to be endowed with a sacred and noble life, shining with unique charm, like the bright stars in the night sky. Under the reflection of the sun, the leaves are shining with golden light, which is like the stars accidentally falling from the vast night sky to the mortal world, dazzling and beautiful. The golden light jumps on the leaves, like elves dancing happily, which makes people immersed in it, intoxicated, as if the whole body and mind are attracted by this wonderful scene and can't help but extricate themselves.

Cang Weimin clenched his fists tightly, and the strength was so great that it was amazing. His fingers sank deeply into his palms due to excessive force, and his knuckles became pale as paper due to the huge pressure, without a trace of blood, as if they had lost any signs of life. In his eyes, the flames of anger burned fiercely, and the fire was so fierce that it seemed to burn all the injustice and darkness in the world into ashes without leaving any trace. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words with great difficulty: "How could those people do this!" The angry look was like a surging, overwhelming wave, with endless power and anger. His face was slightly distorted because of anger, and the anger revealed in his eyes seemed to ruthlessly devour everything in front of him and completely destroy it, which was daunting.

Guang Shichen tightly grasped the sword in his hand. The sword was slender and cold, like a poisonous snake lurking in the depths of darkness, quietly waiting for the opportunity, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time. Under the sunlight, the sword reflected a dazzling light, just like the frost and snow in the cold winter, cold and dazzling, making people dare not look directly at it. The light was as cold as ice, as if it could freeze the air around it. His face was cold, like an iceberg that had never melted after thousands of years, expressionless, his eyes were as cold as ice, but revealing an unshakable belief. He took solid and powerful steps, step by step, firmly moving forward, each step with an extremely firm determination and fearless courage. His steps were steady and powerful, as if every step could leave a deep mark on the earth. He said lightly: "Those people have always been like this." The tone was so flat that it seemed to be telling a trivial matter, but it contained deep helplessness and habitual fatigue. There was a subtle hint of vicissitudes in his voice, which made people feel sad and empathize with him.

Cang Weimin slowly stood up from the ground. His movements were slightly slow, as if all the strength in his body had been ruthlessly drained, and every movement seemed so difficult. His body trembled slightly, as if he was in great pain. He gently patted the dust on his body, and the movement revealed a trace of fatigue and helplessness that was difficult to conceal. His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment, as if he was extremely disappointed with the world. His eyes met with Guang Shichen's, and in that brief moment, it seemed that an invisible and powerful force was quietly transmitted between the two. It was an emotion that could not be described in words, a tacit understanding that only they could truly understand each other. Their eyes met, as if time had stopped at this moment. They seemed to understand the determination in each other's eyes, which was a firm and complex emotion, which contained confusion about the future and helplessness about reality. Cang Weimin looked directly at Guang Shichen and asked in a firm tone: "Guang Shichen, do you want to follow us back to the wilderness?" There was a hint of expectation and desire in his voice, as if he hoped to get a positive answer from the other party. Guang Shichen shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hard-to-see firmness, and he slowly replied: "I came here today to save my friend, not to return to the wilderness. After this battle, we will still go our separate ways. You take your sunny road, and I take my narrow wooden bridge." There was a hint of determination in his voice, as if he had made an irreversible and unquestionable decision. His eyes were full of firmness and persistence, making people feel his inner strength.

Cang Weimin took a deep breath, trying to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart. His chest rose and fell slightly, and a deep feeling flashed in his eyes. He nodded and said solemnly: "I recognize you as my friend, even if we are thousands of miles apart in the future, I will still recognize you as my friend." Those words were full of sincerity and determination, as if they were an eternal oath that would not fade with the quiet passage of time, nor would it be erased by the long river of time. There was a hint of affection in his voice, which made people feel that he cherished this friendship.

At this moment, a man holding an orange sword rushed forward like a completely enraged lion with endless anger and determination. His eyes were burning with rage, as if he wanted to ignite the whole world and turn it into ashes. His hair fluttered in the wind, as if it was the outward manifestation of his inner anger. He roared: "You, you guys have ignored me, right? Then you will die, and the sword will cut you in all directions!" His voice suddenly exploded in the air like thunder, shaking everyone's heart, making people shudder and fear. The voice seemed to have an invisible and powerful force that could easily penetrate people's souls, making people deeply feel the anger and despair in his heart, which was an unspeakable pain and grief. His voice echoed in the air for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave his anger on this land forever.

As he roared, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone from his body. The light was as bright as the sun, so strong that people could not look directly at it, and their eyes seemed to be burned by it. The light was hot and strong, as if it would melt everything around it. In the light, three figures that looked exactly like him magically appeared. The three figures acted exactly like him. They raised their swords high in the air, and the swords flashed with a cold light. With an unstoppable momentum, they fiercely chopped forward. In an instant, the ground around them began to tremble violently, as if an extremely terrible earthquake had occurred.

The sand and stones on the ground jumped up due to the violent vibration, forming a misty dust. Deep and bottomless cracks spread rapidly on the ground, which were torn apart by the extremely sharp sword energy. The earth seemed to groan in pain under this terrifying force, and the sound was low and hoarse, as if the earth was issuing a final warning to mankind. The whole scene was like the end of the world, which made people shudder and feel uneasy. The cracks continued to expand, as if they were going to swallow the whole world mercilessly, making people feel endless fear and despair. The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of gunpowder and dust, making people feel difficult to breathe, as if the air had become heavy and depressing. The surrounding trees fell down one after another under this powerful force, making a dull sound. The sound seemed to be the desperate cry of the trees at the last moment of their lives, as if they were succumbing to this terrifying force and unable to resist.