Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the city wall, a man in a snow-white robe stood quietly, standing tall and straight like a pine tree. He seemed to be integrated with the ancient city wall, exuding an extraordinary temperament. His slender figure stood out in the wind, like a towering mountain, and looked particularly resolute. His robe fluttered gently in the wind, and his sleeves fluttered, just like an immortal descending to the earth. His elegant posture made people fall in love with him. He nodded slightly, and his eyes revealed an unwavering light. The light was extremely sharp, like a lightning that cut through the darkness, able to penetrate all the fog in the world and reach the deepest part of people's hearts, making people couldn't help but be impressed.

The man's name is Wang Xunhai. His face is strong and angular, like a carefully carved work of art. His eyes are deep and far-reaching, as if they contain endless wisdom and power. His hair flutters in the wind, like strands of black silk, shining with a mysterious luster in the sun.

Beside him, Zi Zhuque frowned, his face full of sorrow, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, which made him almost breathless. His eyes were full of worry and uneasiness. Looking at the situation in front of him, he felt that everything was too absurd and incomprehensible. The annoyance in his heart surged up like a tide, and he couldn't help but say: "We are at a disadvantage. The terrain here is extremely unfavorable to us. We can't compete with those real carnivores at all!" There was a hint of helplessness and anxiety in his voice, and the tone trembled slightly, as if he was protesting against the injustice of fate. The voice drifted in the wind, carrying endless sadness.

Zi Zhuque's clothes rustled in the wind, and his hair fluttered in disorder, making him look even more embarrassed. His eyes revealed deep fatigue and confusion, as if he was extremely confused about the future.

Hearing this, a trace of disdain flashed across the face of the man in white robes. He shook his head gently. The action seemed casual, but it was full of unquestionable determination. His deep eyes flashed with confidence, like the bright stars in the night sky. He slowly said: "The emperor of the Red Dragon Empire is now very old and is afraid of death all day long. As far as I know, he even wants to abandon the country and flee. Are we not better than such a person? Moreover, we have always held our ground and never retreated. Our courage and determination are like a blazing flame that will never go out. Isn't it enough for us to overcome difficulties?" His words were loud and powerful, like the sound of a war drum, which could awaken the courage and faith deep in people's hearts and make people's blood boil. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting people's hearts and stirring up layers of ripples.

Wang Xunhai's voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the wind, as if it had an invisible magic that could dispel the fear and anxiety in people's hearts. His figure, shining in the sun, seemed even taller and more upright, like an insurmountable mountain.

After hearing this, Zi Zhuque fell into deep thought. His eyes became deep, like a bottomless lake, thinking about the words of the man in white robe. He nodded silently and said slowly, "That's true." There was a hint of determination in his voice, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness and found the direction to move forward. That hint of determination was like the light before dawn, although weak, it was full of hope.

The man in white robes then continued, "The Chu Emperor was extremely cruel and wantonly killed many innocent people in the Red Dragon Empire, making life miserable for the people. Although the imperial soldiers were conquered by his force, they could never truly recognize the Chu Emperor in their hearts. In contrast, we have always been committed to justice and have taken it as our responsibility to save the people. Our ideas are like a beacon, illuminating the way forward for people; our actions are like a spring breeze, warming people's wounded hearts. Can our ideas and actions win more recognition from the imperial soldiers?" His eyes were full of persistence and pursuit of justice, a selfless spirit that moved people. His words were like a clear spring, flowing in people's hearts, nourishing their souls, and making people feel hope and strength.

Upon hearing this, Zi Zhuque's eyes widened, with a look of astonishment on his face. He blinked subconsciously and stared closely at the man in white robe in front of him, as if he wanted to find more answers from him. Then, he swallowed, nodded and said, "What you said makes sense. Then who are you?"

The man in the white robe smiled slightly, and that smile was as warm as the spring breeze, making people feel like they were bathed in sunshine. He slowly took off his hat, revealing his handsome face, which was as delicate as a sculpture, and every line was full of charm. This man was Wang Xunhai. There was a calmness and confidence in his eyes, as if everything in the world was under his control. That confident look seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles, making people full of trust in him.

On the other side, the Emperor of Chu was wearing gorgeous armor inlaid with brilliant gems, shining brightly in the sun, like the brightest stars in the night sky. He rode majestically on a tall warhorse, whose coat was black and shiny, and whose four hooves were strong and powerful, as if it contained endless power. Every step was solid and powerful, and it made a dull sound when it stepped on the ground, as if the earth was shaking. The Emperor of Chu had a cold look in his eyes, revealing a majestic aura, and that look seemed to be able to freeze everything.

The face of the Emperor of Chu was stern, like a piece of ice that had not melted for a thousand years. His eyebrows were thick and sharp, like two sharp swords, piercing the sky. His lips were tightly closed, revealing a firm and resolute expression. His hair was neatly tied behind his head, adding a sense of majesty.

He led an army of tens of millions and marched forward firmly. The momentum was like an overwhelming tidal wave, which was intimidating.

The flags fluttered in the wind, making a loud sound, like a war drum, inspiring the soldiers' fighting spirit. The mighty military power was shocking, making people feel an incomparable power. They gradually left the territory of Chu and headed for the Red Dragon Empire. The neat steps and thunderous horse hooves made the earth tremble. Every step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, shaking the mountains and rivers. Wherever they went, dust flew, covering the sky and the sun, forming a yellow smoke, as if a giant dragon was winding on the earth. The smoke spread, making it difficult to see the road ahead, but it gave people a sense of mystery and majesty.

In the smoke, the soldiers' figures were looming. Their faces were serious and firm, and their eyes revealed their desire for victory and fearlessness of the enemy. Their weapons flashed coldly in the sun, as if announcing to the world their strength and invincibility. The scene was magnificent, as if foreshadowing that a world-shaking war was about to begin, and the whole world would tremble and the wind and clouds would change color. The diffuse smoke seemed to hide countless unknowns and variables, which made people full of expectations and worries about the upcoming war.