Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the battlefield filled with smoke and flames, the thick smoke was like a heavy black curtain, covering the earth mercilessly. The choking smell was like the tentacles of a demon, wantonly waving in the air, spreading and almost suffocating people. On the battlefield, flames burned fiercely, black smoke billowed up, and the sky was stained with darkness. The shouts of soldiers, the collision of weapons, and the neighing of horses intertwined together, forming a tragic war symphony.

A huge golden sword emitting dazzling light, like a dazzling meteor, cuts through the sky with the force of thunder. On the sword body, the light flows like a lively stream, shining with mysterious and charming colors, as if it contains endless mysterious power, attracting everyone's attention, making people look sideways. The hilt of this sword is inlaid with precious gems, shining with colorful light under the light. The sword body is engraved with ancient runes, which seem to be telling unknown history.

With a deafening roar, the sword, like the wrath of a god, fell into the crowd of Red Dragon Empire soldiers. In an instant, a suffocating force erupted, like a surging tsunami, spreading wildly around with overwhelming force. The force was like a violent hurricane, destroying everything wherever it went. The earth was shaking, as if it was afraid of this powerful force. The air was filled with the smell of dust and blood, making people feel sick.

The soldiers of the Red Dragon Empire had no power to resist the impact of this powerful force. Their bodies were like fragile pieces of paper, torn apart by this force in an instant. For a moment, blood splattered like a fountain, dyeing the already scorched land even darker red, as if the earth was crying in pain. Miserable cries came one after another, interweaving into a symphony of despair on this battlefield. Blood dyed the earth red, broken armor and weapons were scattered all over the ground, and a bloody path was forcibly cut. The soldiers' eyes were full of fear and despair. They tried to escape from this hellish place, but they were tightly bound by the powerful force and could not move.

The Emperor of Chu stood tall and straight, like a towering mountain, overlooking this tragic scene. His eyes revealed a kind of coldness and majesty, which seemed to penetrate everything and make people shudder. He was wearing a black battle armor, and the scales on the battle armor flashed a cold light in the sun. His figure was tall and majestic, as if everything in the world was under his control. A satisfied look appeared on his face, which was an extreme desire for victory and a deep contempt for the enemy. He nodded slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and laughed. The laughter was full of confidence and domineering, as if announcing his victory to the world. Then, he took firm steps, like a fearless warrior, and continued to march forward. His figure looked particularly tall in the smoke, as if it was an insurmountable mountain, bringing endless courage and confidence to the soldiers behind him. Every move of his was full of strength and determination, which made the soldiers firmly believe that under the leadership of the Emperor of Chu, they would surely move towards victory and conquer everything. Behind the Emperor of Chu were his elite troops. They were all heroic and in high spirits, ready to charge into battle for him at any time.

At the same time, on the turbulent and boundless sea north of the Red Dragon Empire, a huge ship was struggling to move forward in the waves. The waves were like angry beasts, constantly hitting the hull of the ship, making waves of dull sounds, which seemed to be the roar of the sea, venting their anger. The hull of the ship was shaking violently, as if it could be swallowed by the waves at any time. The sea breeze was whistling, blowing the flags on the ship.

Standing on the deck was the Red Dragon Empire's emperor, the Red Dragon Emperor, with an expression of endless loneliness and helplessness. His once majestic face now looked extremely haggard, and the traces of time left deep marks on his face like a knife. The wrinkles seemed to be the ravines of time, recording his former glory and vicissitudes, making him look much older. His hair was disheveled, flying wildly in the sea breeze. His dragon robe had also become shabby and had lost its former glory.

He silently watched the coastline in the distance, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart. The land that was once familiar to him was now devastated by the war. His eyes were full of pain and sadness, a deep attachment and helplessness, like being stabbed by countless sharp blades. He remembered every bit of his time on that land, those glorious moments, those happy times, which have now become distant memories.

After a long while, he sighed helplessly. The sigh seemed to come from the depths of his soul, filled with endless vicissitudes and sadness. He slowly withdrew his gaze, his eyes became empty and confused, as if his soul had left his body, leaving only an empty shell. His body trembled slightly, as if he was in great pain.

He said slowly: "Maybe this is fate. I was also glorious when I was young. At that time, I was full of vigor and vitality, and I was admirable all over the world. I led my army to fight in all directions. Wherever I went, the enemies were terrified. What glory and splendor it was! My flag fluttered in the wind, like a burning flame, inspiring my soldiers to move forward bravely. My soldiers were in high spirits. They followed me all the way and conquered one city-state and country after another. At that time, I felt that I was the master of this world, and nothing could stop me. However, time flies and years are ruthless. Now I have become a stray dog, and can only flee from this land that once belonged to me in a panic. The glory and splendor of the past have now become a thing of the past, leaving only endless pain and regret." The voice of the Red Dragon Emperor was full of vicissitudes and sadness. The tone seemed to be telling an ancient and sad story, which moved people. His voice seemed so small, yet so heavy in the sea breeze.

The eunuch standing beside the Red Dragon Emperor looked at the lonely figure of His Majesty the Emperor, and couldn't help feeling a little sad. His eyes were full of sympathy and helplessness, and his eyes contained concern for the Emperor and helplessness about the current situation. He whispered: "Your Majesty, as long as you can save your life, it will be fine. You have fought for your whole life, and you have paid too much for the empire. The current situation is like this. If you keep holding on, the final result will probably be beheading and being killed. That kind of death is really too undignified. It is better to preserve your strength for the time being and wait for a comeback in the future. The situation in this world is unpredictable, and no one can say what will happen in the future. Maybe one day, we can return to this land and regain our glory and dignity." There was a tremor in the eunuch's voice, and his eyes never left the Red Dragon Emperor.

After listening to the eunuch's words, the Red Dragon Emperor nodded silently, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. His eyes showed both helplessness towards reality and a glimmer of hope for the future. He knew that the eunuch's words made sense, but the unwillingness in his heart was like a burning flame that was difficult to extinguish. He sighed lightly and said, "Maybe you are right, this is the arrangement of fate. But, how can I let go of this unwillingness in my heart easily... This former empire, this former glory, are gradually disappearing in my hands, how can I be willing!" The voice was full of helplessness and pain, and the tone seemed to be telling his inner struggle and torment, making people feel his deep pain and helplessness. The Red Dragon Emperor looked into the distance, as if looking for that glimmer of hope.