Journey to the Mysterious Sea

At the same time, in the indestructible and magnificent city on the front line of the Red Dragon Empire, which seemed to be carefully forged of steel, Zi Zhuque's face was as solemn as frost. Her frowning brows and cold eyes seemed to freeze the air around her. The melancholy in her heart was like a surging and endless tide, surging violently in her heart wave after wave. Every surge was like a heavy hammer, causing her heart to suffer.

She was like a frozen sculpture, staring into the distance without moving. The distant darkness was like a ferocious beast from ancient times, baring its fangs and claws, wantonly rampant. In the darkness, there seemed to be countless pairs of evil eyes, flashing strange lights, which made people shudder. The beast's body was so huge that it seemed to cover the sky and the sun, and every roar of it could make the earth tremble.

The huge bloody mouth seemed to have the terrifying power to ruthlessly swallow everything in the world. The breath that spewed out of the mouth was filled with the smell of decay and death, exuding a creepy and terrifying breath. The darkness seemed to be a huge whirlpool, which could at any time drag the Purple Vermillion Bird into the bottomless darkness that was like an endless abyss. Once trapped, it would be like falling into a bottomless quagmire, trapping her deeply in it, unable to extricate herself, and she could only struggle in despair until she was completely swallowed by the darkness.

Purple Vermilion Bird's eyes revealed a deep worry like the abyss. Her originally beautiful and bright face was now shrouded in heavy sorrow, full of sadness and anxiety. She sighed softly, and that sigh seemed to carry endless helplessness and confusion, like the cold wind in late autumn, icy and piercing, desolate and sad. She murmured to herself: "I don't know whether we can survive this unprecedented crisis safely, and whether we can successfully get through this crisis as surging as a storm. This unknown road ahead is like a dense dark cloud, weighing heavily on the heart, making people feel extremely depressed and heavy, almost breathless."

At this moment, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps, like the roar of a war drum, suddenly broke the deathly silence on the city wall. The footsteps were heavy and firm, and each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, slamming hard on the ground, and the sound echoed slowly on the empty city wall, and the lingering sound was endless. That sound was like the bell of fate, low and majestic, beating an unknown melody, as if foreshadowing some upcoming changes. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if carrying an invisible pressure, making the air on the city wall become heavy. The rhythm of each step seemed to be telling an ancient and mysterious story, which made people immersed in it and ponder the deep meaning hidden behind the footsteps.

The Purple Vermilion Bird stood quietly on the ancient city wall, her figure as tall as a pine tree, her purple dress fluttering gently in the breeze. Her eyes, as deep as autumn water, seemed to contain endless stories, and as bright as cold stars, flashing a cold light.

Suddenly, a slight sound was heard. After hearing the sound, the Purple Vermilion Bird's beautiful eyes slowly turned back. On the stairs of the city wall, a slender figure was walking slowly and leisurely. The figure was particularly eye-catching in the afterglow of the setting sun. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to have a unique rhythm. As he approached, his face gradually became clear. It was a handsome face with clear contours, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. His eyes revealed a deep wisdom and firm will. He exuded a mysterious aura, which made people want to explore his story.

In the picturesque afterglow of the sunset, the figure stood quietly, like an eternal sculpture. The golden light gently sprinkled on his body, coating him with a layer of dazzling golden halo, making him particularly eye-catching against the background of the dusk, just like a sacred and solemn painting, exuding an irresistible charm.

The man was wearing a robe as white as snow, which fluttered slowly in the breeze. The fluttering of his robe was agile and free, as if it was a cloud floating in the sky, as light as an elf in a dream. Every fold of the robe seemed to contain a kind of otherworldly beauty, which made people intoxicated. His figure was like an immortal descending to the earth, and he exuded an indescribable extraordinary temperament, as if he came from another mysterious world. This temperament made people fall in love with him, and a deep admiration welled up in their hearts.

Each of his steps seemed so firm, powerful, steady and solid. When his footsteps landed, it seemed as if the ground beneath his feet was trembling slightly because of his steps, as if he was showing the world his inner firmness and confidence. Those firm steps were like the rhythm of a war drum, sonorous and powerful, and each step was full of strength and determination, inspiring people's hearts, making people's hearts surge and their blood boil.

The man in white robes walked towards the Purple Vermilion Bird step by step, his eyes burning with unwavering determination and unshakable faith. His eyes were deep and blazing, as if they contained infinite expectations and beautiful visions for the future. Each of his steps seemed to carry a sacred mission, and his firm steps were like lightning that cut through the darkness, illuminating the way forward.

When he approached the Purple Vermilion Bird, he spoke slowly in an extremely deep and magnetic voice: "Now, the Red Dragon Emperor has entered his twilight years. His past ambitions are like those brilliant fireworks. After a brief period of glory, they have long disappeared without a trace. He has lost his former ambitions and even gave up the ownership of the Red Dragon Empire without any nostalgia. In this way, the supreme position of the emperor on this vast continent has been vacated. I firmly believe that the position of the emperor is well deserved by the Emperor Chu. Why don't we have this opportunity to compete? Are we going to watch this precious opportunity slip away from us easily? This opportunity is a gift from God and a clever arrangement of fate. We should hold on to it tightly and never let go. We must never let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip quietly through our fingers."

As he spoke, his eyes were as firm as iron, and he stared at Zi Zhuque without flinching, approaching her step by step. His deep voice seemed to have a mysterious magic, which was extremely bewitching. The voice was like a powerful torrent, impacting people's hearts, making people feel moved and intoxicated, as if immersed in an incomparably wonderful dream.