Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai stood there quietly, the air around him seemed to be frozen by magic, not even a breath of wind could get in. His figure was as tall and straight as a sculpture, but he was faintly showing a trace of imperceptible fatigue. The fatigue did not come from physical fatigue, but from the pressure deep in his heart, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

His eyes were deep and calm, a kind of calmness that was hard to describe, as if the hustle and bustle of the world had nothing to do with him. His eyes pierced through the void in front of him, as if he saw the distant past and the unknown future. It was as if he was experiencing a storm deep in his heart, but he buried it all deep in his heart, not letting anyone notice.

He stared ahead quietly, his eyes showing no signs of fluctuation, as if he was waiting for the verdict of fate. His figure seemed particularly lonely in this silent atmosphere, but he exuded a kind of firm strength. That strength was like the magma under the ground. Although it was covered by layers of rocks, one could still feel its heat and power.

Not far away, Guang Shichen slowly raised the golden sword. The sword body flashed with dazzling light, which was as bright as the sun's light condensed on the sword. On the sword body, the fine lines were like ancient runes, telling the origin and legend of the sword. At the same time, it also told of its sharpness and ruthlessness. Every ray of light seemed to be warning the world that its power should not be underestimated.

Guang Shichen's eyes were full of determination and cruelty. He stared at Wang Xunhai in front of him, as if he was looking at an irreconcilable enemy, without any hesitation or mercy. His heart was filled with anger and hatred, which burned his reason like a flame, making him want to kill Wang Xunhai at all costs.

He swung the sword violently, and it stabbed at Wang Xunhai like a flash of lightning. This sword contained all his strength and determination, as if he wanted to completely destroy Wang Xunhai. A sharp whistling sound came from the air, as if the sword was announcing its existence and power to the world.

However, Wang Xunhai did not even dodge. He just stood there silently, looking at the sword calmly, as if he had no fear of the impending fatal blow. He seemed to have a firm belief in his heart, making him believe that everything he did was right, even if he paid the price of his life.

There was no expression on his face, only a hint of determination in his eyes, which moved people. That firm look seemed to tell the world that he would not give up his beliefs easily, even in the face of the threat of death.

The sword in Guang Shichen's hand was like an unstoppable lightning, instantly piercing Wang Xunhai's chest. Wang Xunhai's body trembled slightly, and he groaned. The sound was low and suppressed, as if it came from the depths of his soul. At that moment, he seemed to feel that his life was gradually slipping away, but his eyes were still firmly looking forward, without the slightest retreat or fear.

Blood gushed out from Wang Xunhai's chest, like a blooming red lotus, instantly dyeing his clothes red. The bright red color spread across his clothes, forming a shocking picture. Every drop of blood was like a symbol of his life, telling of his persistence and indomitable spirit.

But his eyes remained firm, without the slightest sign of retreat or fear. He seemed to have transcended the boundary between life and death, with only that firm belief in his heart.

Guang Shichen looked at Wang Xunhai in front of him, his heart filled with pride and excitement. He laughed loudly, and the laughter was particularly harsh in the silent atmosphere. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he said loudly: "Hahaha, I succeeded, I succeeded, I can chop off his head!" His eyes were full of madness and cruelty, as if he had seen the scene of Wang Xunhai's head falling to the ground. The crazy eyes made people shudder, as if he had turned into a demon who had lost his mind.

However, Wang Xunhai's body gradually couldn't support himself, his legs began to tremble, and he finally knelt on one knee on the ground. But his eyes remained firm, without the slightest sign of surrender. His breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to be in great pain, but he still clenched his teeth to prevent himself from making any painful sound. He knew that he could not show the slightest weakness in front of the enemy, even at the last moment of his life.

Guang Shichen drew the sword from his waist without hesitation, with a cruel look in his eyes. He raised the sword, ready to chop off Wang Xunhai's head. At this moment, he suddenly hesitated. His hands trembled slightly, and the sword seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in his hands. There was a trace of struggle and confusion in his eyes, as if a fierce struggle was going on in his heart.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Guang Shichen's mind. He thought of the days he had spent with Wang Xunhai, the times they had struggled and laughed together. He began to doubt whether his decision was correct, and whether he should really put this former brother to death.

Finally, Guang Shichen reached out and took off the white robe on Wang Xunhai's head. When he saw Wang Xunhai's familiar face, he was struck by lightning and stepped back a few steps involuntarily. His eyes were full of shock and disbelief, and he shouted loudly: "You actually mixed with those remnants of the Red Dragon Empire!" His voice was full of anger and confusion, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Wang Xunhai raised his head, his eyes were full of bloodshot. His eyes revealed a deep fatigue and helplessness, as if he had experienced countless hardships and tortures. His face was covered with wrinkles, and each wrinkle seemed to be telling his vicissitudes and stories.

He looked at Guang Shichen with a bright smile on his face, which seemed to be filled with a hint of helplessness and bitterness. He said slowly, "How are you, brother Shichen?" His voice was low and hoarse, as if it contained countless stories and emotions. There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, as if he had experienced too many storms and was about to collapse.

Guang Shichen's eyes were filled with anger and confusion. He asked, "Wang Xunhai, why did you do this? Have you forgotten the oath we made?" His voice was filled with disappointment and pain, as if he had been betrayed by the person he trusted the most. Tears flashed in his eyes, which showed the pain and struggle deep in his heart.

Wang Xunhai sighed softly and said, "Shichen, you don't understand. The fall of the Red Dragon Empire is not that simple. There are too many conspiracies and darkness involved. I joined them just to find the truth and to give an explanation to those innocent people." His eyes revealed a firm belief.

Guang Shichen sneered, "The truth? Do you think I will believe your lies? You are now a traitor and an enemy of the empire!" His eyes were full of disdain and ridicule, as if everything Wang Xunhai said was a lie. His heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he was unwilling to believe that Wang Xunhai would betray their oath, and on the other hand, he could not accept the fact that Wang Xunhai was mixed with the remnants of the Red Dragon Empire.