Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The face of the Emperor of Chu was like the water in a cold pond, cold, deep and extremely solemn. His hand tightly grasped the dazzling golden sword. The bright light on the sword was as bright as the scorching sun. The light was so bright that it seemed to illuminate everything around. Suddenly, the light surged like a volcanic eruption, shining like the stars, so strong that it was dizzying and almost impossible to look directly at. A majestic dragon totem, as if slowly waking up from an ancient slumber, shone out with endless mystery and majesty. The light was so bright and strong that people dared not look directly at it. It seemed that if they only looked at it for a second, their souls would be ruthlessly devoured by it, which made people feel awe.

Then, a powerful force that seemed to be able to destroy the world burst out from the sword like a surging tide. A phantom dragon that seemed to have real life appeared with its fangs and claws bared. The dragon's body was as huge as a mountain, majestic and magnificent, and its scales shone with dazzling golden light. Each scale seemed to contain endless power, shining brightly and amazingly. The dragon's whiskers fluttered like silk threads in the wind, smart and majestic, and the dragon's eyes were like torches, spewing out blazing flames, as if to burn everything in the world to ashes. Accompanied by the deafening roar, resounding through the world, the sound seemed to be a roar from ancient times, with endless anger and majesty, as if announcing to the world that today the Purple Vermilion Bird must be completely crushed until it dies. The sound echoed between heaven and earth like thunder, making people terrified.

The eyes of the Purple Vermilion Bird were as cold as frost. She looked fearlessly at the golden dragon that rushed at her like lightning with endless might. Her eyes revealed determination and resoluteness, without the slightest intention of retreating. The golden wings behind her instantly spread out, shining brightly, like the sharpest blade in the world, flashing a chilling cold light. The wings were broad and powerful, and each feather seemed to contain endless power. When they trembled slightly, the air trembled, as if it could cause a storm. The wings carried an indomitable and resolute momentum, and with the force of thunder, they fiercely slashed at the dragon, as if to split the entire world in two, showing her unparalleled courage and strength.

The dragon's body was covered with a layer of golden protective shield. The light was mysterious and ancient, as if it contained endless power and exuded a heart-pounding breath. The patterns on the protective shield were complicated and mysterious, as if telling an ancient story, full of mystery. However, the wings of the Purple Vermilion Bird were not afraid at all, and they resolutely slashed at the protective shield. There was only a crisp sound, as clear and pleasant as the breaking of glass. The seemingly indestructible protective shield, under the powerful and trembling power of the Purple Vermilion Bird, was like fragile glass, and it was shattered in an instant, turning into dots of golden light, dissipating in the air, and disappearing like a dream bubble, which made people shocked by the powerful power of the Purple Vermilion Bird.

The dragon, without its protective shield, seemed so vulnerable in front of the powerful force of the Purple Vermilion Bird. The power of the Purple Vermilion Bird was so strong that it was frightening. She easily cut the dragon into two parts. The remaining body of the dragon turned into dots of light in the air and gradually dissipated, as if it had never existed, leaving only a void. The scene was as illusory as a dream, but it was truly displayed in front of everyone, making people feel the powerful strength of the Purple Vermilion Bird.

Jin Xiaofeng reacted quickly, her eyes were sharp and her hands were quick. Her eyes were shining with determination, which contained endless determination and courage. Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at the front, as if nothing could stop her determination. She held the part with the dragon head tightly with one hand, and roared like a beast. The roar contained endless anger and power, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world. She rushed towards the Emperor of Chu at an astonishing speed, like a cannonball burning with anger. The speed was so fast that it brought a gust of wind, and the air around seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

She swung the dragon head in her hand forward with all her strength, and a force powerful enough to shake the mountains and the earth instantly erupted. A huge pit like an abyss suddenly appeared on the ground. The pit was bottomless and dark, as if it was the entrance to hell, emitting waves of gloomy atmosphere. Dust flew up like a huge wave, covering the sky and the sun, and the whole world fell into chaos. Sand and stones splashed like a rainstorm, hitting the surrounding objects, making crackling sounds, and the sound was like the bell of doomsday, which was terrifying. Everything around was affected by this powerful force and fell into chaos. Trees were uprooted, and the thick trunks were like fragile dead grass under the powerful force. Houses collapsed, bricks and rubble flew everywhere, and the ground cracked. Huge cracks spread like spider webs, as if the end of the world had come, making people feel the horror and destructiveness of this force.

Seeing this, the Emperor of Chu's eyes condensed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his composure. Under his calm eyes, there seemed to be an unfathomable power. His eyes were deep and mysterious, and it was impossible to guess his inner thoughts. His figure flashed like a ghost, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a vague afterimage. Then, he jumped and flew into the vast sky. His figure was light and agile, as free as a flying bird, with fluttering clothes, as if he was integrated with the world. Behind him, many practitioners of the Chu State had no time to avoid this sudden and powerful attack, and they were all wiped out in this desperate and powerful force. They didn't even have time to scream, and they turned into a wisp of ash in the big pit, without even a trace left, as if they had never existed in this world, leaving only a dead silence. The scene made people feel the fragility of life and the cruelty of war.

Madam Feng quietly floated behind the Emperor of Chu. There was no panic on her face. She always kept a calm face. Her calm face seemed like an iceberg, and people could not see the slightest fluctuation in her heart. She looked at the Purple Vermilion Bird calmly, and her eyes revealed an indescribable depth, as if it contained the mystery of all things in the world, which was elusive. Her figure was elegant and noble, like a blooming lotus, which was unstained by the mud and was not evil in the clear water. She exuded a mysterious aura, which enveloped her like a mist, making people fall in love with her, as if she was a fairy from another world, full of mysterious charm.