Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Under the moonlight, which is as cold as frost and as silver as water, the surroundings are so quiet that it seems like a frozen and beautiful painting. The moonlight is like a thin layer of silver mist, slowly falling down. The delicate texture seems to make people hear the subtle sound of it falling like silk. The sound is as light as the whisper of an elf in the ear, and it seems particularly clear in this silent night, as if the whole world is immersed in this dreamlike atmosphere.

An old wolf, inky black, lay alone outside the cave. Its once vigorous and powerful body was now trembling like a candle about to go out in the wind, and every tremor seemed to tell of its pain and helplessness. In the bone-chilling night wind, it looked so fragile and insignificant, as if the whole world had ruthlessly abandoned it. Its hair had lost its former luster under the moonlight and looked dull and lifeless. Its once sharp eyes were now filled with fatigue and despair, as if all hope had been completely shattered at this moment.

Wang Xunhai took steady and firm steps, slowly approaching the old wolf-like monster. Each of his steps carried a heavy force, and the solid footsteps fell, as if the whole earth was trembling slightly under his feet, making a dull echo. His figure, set against the moonlight, looked tall and majestic, like an unshakable mountain, giving people an invisible sense of oppression. His eyes were firm and cold, like an eagle's eyes in the dark night, emitting a sharp light, staring closely at the prey in front of him, as if nothing could escape his sight.

I saw the old wolf-like monster struggling hard on the cold and hard ground. Its limbs kept twitching as it tried to use the last bit of its strength to get up.

However, its efforts seemed so insignificant and futile at this moment, like a small boat struggling desperately in the storm, which could be completely swallowed up by the ruthless waves at any time. Its claws left shallow marks on the ground, which were proof of its unwillingness and despair, and also its last struggle for life.

Wang Xunhai raised his foot without hesitation, and that foot seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force as it ruthlessly stepped on the head of the old wolf-shaped monster.

The heavy force caused the head of the old wolf-shaped monster to sink deeply into the ground, making a dull sound, as if it was the earth groaning in pain. The dust on the ground was blown up, forming a hazy smoke under the moonlight. The smoke spread, making the originally silent scene even more mysterious and depressing.

The old wolf-like monster's eyes were burning with red anger, and that anger was like a blazing flame, as if it was about to burst through its eye sockets and completely devour Wang Xunhai. Its eyes were full of anger and pain, a kind of unwillingness to fate and hatred for the enemy in front of it. That anger seemed to be able to burn everything, but it could not change its current predicament.

Wang Xunhai only frowned slightly, his eyes were as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, staring at the old wolf-shaped monster without emotion, and slowly said: "Do you want to save your child?" His voice seemed particularly clear in the silent night, but with a chilling indifference. The voice seemed to come from a distant void, without a trace of warmth, as if talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The old wolf-like monster trembled even more violently when it heard this, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind, which seemed to be blown away at any time. It nodded desperately, its eyes filled with endless pleading.

It was a mother's instinct. It hoped that Wang Xunhai would spare its life out of sympathy for its feelings as a mother. Tears shone in its eyes, and those tears contained deep concern for its child and helplessness about its own fate. A low whimper came from its throat, and that sound was full of sadness and despair, like a miserable elegy, echoing in the silent night.

Wang Xunhai just smiled coldly, without any warmth in his smile, as if the cold wind from the abyss could freeze all life. There was no emotion in his voice either: "What a pity, I can't understand your feelings! I don't have a mother! I have never been anyone's child!" His words revealed a deep loneliness and indifference, which made people feel a little sad for him. There was a flash of pain in his eyes, but the pain was as fleeting as a meteor, and was soon covered by indifference, as if it had never appeared.

After saying that, he raised the sharp knife in his hand without hesitation. The knife flashed a cold light in the moonlight, like the sickle of the god of death, exuding a chilling breath. He suddenly inserted the knife into the heart of the old wolf-shaped monster, his movements were clean and neat, without a trace of hesitation. At that moment, it seemed that the whole world was still, and only the knife ruthlessly pierced into the body of the old wolf-shaped monster. The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and time seemed to stop flowing. Everything became so quiet, with only the slight sound of the knife colliding with the body of the old wolf-shaped monster.

In an instant, blood splattered like a fountain, staining the cold ground red. The blood showed a strange dark red color under the moonlight, as if the flames of hell were burning, emitting a strong bloody smell. The body of the old wolf-shaped monster twitched violently for a few times, and then it was like a kite with a broken string, completely motionless. Its eyes were still open, as if telling of its unwillingness and its concern for the child. The look in its eyes was filled with endless sorrow, which made people feel sad, as if the whole world was immersed in this endless sorrow.

Wang Xunhai reached out his hand expressionlessly and took out a large blue demon pill from the heart of the old wolf-shaped demon beast. Under the bright moonlight, the demon pill exuded a mysterious and charming light, which seemed to contain endless power and illuminated everything around. The surface of the demon pill was shimmering with a faint halo, like a dreamlike color, which made people fascinated by it, as if it was a treasure from another world.

Then, he bent down and picked up the small demon pills scattered on the ground. His eyes were focused and calm as he carefully counted them. His fingers gently touched each demon pill, feeling their power and temperature. His movements were skillful and quick, as if he had repeated them countless times. The moment his fingers touched the demon pills, it seemed as if a subtle energy was being transmitted.

After a careful count, he found that he had obtained five demon pills. One of them was a first-level demon pill that exuded a more powerful aura. The light on the demon pill was like a bright star, dazzling and eye-catching. Its surface was shining with a layer of golden light, as if it was a gem from the sky, exuding a sacred and inviolable aura.