Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On Jin Xiaofeng's face, every line seemed to be carved by the ruthless blade of time. The crisscrossing lines were like ancient totems, deeply imprinted on her skin, telling the vicissitudes of time. The lines were full of deep shock, as if the shock had become real, tightly binding her face.

Her expression seemed to be imprisoned by the heavy shackles of time, frozen in that heart-shaking moment. Her eyes were dull, like a statue that had lost its soul, but deep in her eyes was a surge of fear and anxiety like a storm.

Her eyes were wide open like bells, and it seemed that her eyeballs would break free from their sockets and burst out like cannonballs in the next second. Bloodshot veins spread like spider webs in her eyes, revealing her extreme tension and fear.

She stared at the thrilling and cruel battle in the sky, feeling a bone-chilling chill, like a poisonous snake, winding up from the soles of her feet and heading straight for her scalp. Wherever the chill reached, the hairs on her body trembled involuntarily, standing upright, as if surrendering to the terrifying chill. Her body trembled involuntarily, as if she was in a world of ice and snow. The cold not only eroded her body, but also froze her soul.

Then, a trace of determination flashed in Jin Xiaofeng's eyes. It was a kind of reckless determination, like a beam of light in the darkness, weak but enough to illuminate her way forward. Without even the slightest hesitation, she leaped up like an arrow from a bow. At that moment, her figure seemed to rub against the air and produce sparks, with an indomitable momentum. That posture seemed to break through all the difficulties and obstacles in the world, and rush towards the sky filled with smoke without hesitation. She had only one thought in her mind, that was to rush to the sky to help the most important person in her life.

However, just as she was about to take off, the person next to her reached out his hand as fast as lightning. That hand was like an extremely strong iron clamp, firmly blocking Jin Xiaofeng. The man's face turned as red as a ripe tomato, and the veins on his forehead bulged. The veins were like twisting earthworms, showing his extreme tension and anxiety. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "The people in the sky are gods fighting, why are you going up there? If you rush up like this, you will just die in vain. It's meaningless!" His voice echoed in the air with an unquestionable determination.

When Jin Xiaofeng heard this, she immediately showed an extremely anxious look on her face, as if the death knell of doomsday had already sounded, and the world was about to fall into an endless dark abyss. Her eyes were full of despair and helplessness, a kind of helplessness towards fate and unwillingness to accept reality. Her eyes were still fixed on the two people who were fighting fiercely in the sky, and she shouted hoarsely but firmly: "That's my father, someone is beating my father, how can I not go over! How can I watch him suffer and be indifferent! I can't do it!" There was a heart-wrenching pain in her voice, as if her soul was being torn apart bit by bit.

At this time, the Emperor of Chu in the sky was in an extremely unfavorable situation of being beaten. His clothes were stained with blood, and the blood was like a blooming plum blossom, blooming on his clothes, which was particularly dazzling. His hair was flying in the wind in a mess, and the hair was like a strand of black thread, interweaving in the wind to form a tragic picture. He roared at Jin Xiaofeng with all his strength: "Don't come over! It's dangerous here, and it's not the place for you to come!" There was a kind of determination in his voice, as if he was ready to face everything alone.

Jin Xiaofeng's body stopped instantly, with a look of great surprise on her face, her eyes full of disbelief and deep worry. She stared at the Chu Emperor in the sky and said anxiously: "Father, don't be so stubborn, let me help you! How can I watch you face danger alone! I will never allow it!" There was a firm belief in her voice, which was a deep love for her father and a persistent pursuit of justice.

The Chu Emperor knew clearly in his heart that it was difficult for others to deal with such a powerful enemy. In this case, how could he let his beloved daughter come and die in vain? The Chu Emperor clenched his fist tightly, and his fist trembled slightly due to excessive force. The knuckles turned pale, as if the bones were about to be crushed by him. There was a flash of determination in his eyes, which was a courage to face death.

His body suddenly lit up with brilliant golden light, which was as dazzling as a new sun, as if it would illuminate the entire sky and dispel all the darkness in the world. The light illuminated his face, making it look particularly solemn and sacred. He let out a deafening roar: "Today, I want to see if you, a young man, can make me fall! I, the Emperor of Chu, am not so easily defeated! I will definitely let you know how powerful I am!" His voice was like thunder, echoing in the sky, showing his incomparable majesty and powerful momentum.

After saying this, Emperor Chu swung his fist violently. The fist formed by the golden energy rushed towards Wang Xunhai fiercely like a meteor shower, with endless power and unstoppable determination. Wherever the fist passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a piercing whistling sound, as if countless wronged souls were screaming in pain, and the sound was creepy. The fist carried a power to destroy everything, as if it was going to destroy the entire world.

There was a deafening crackling sound, and the fist with great power hit Wang Xunhai's body fiercely. Wang Xunhai was hit hard, and his body flew backwards involuntarily, like a kite with a broken string, swaying in the wind. His body drew an arc in the air, and that arc was like a desperate trajectory, foreshadowing his failure. A stream of blood spurted out of his mouth. Under the sunlight, the blood was shockingly red and particularly dazzling, as if it was hot blood flowing out after the sky was torn apart. The blood splashed in the air, forming a blood mist, which enveloped his figure, making him look even more embarrassed.

Wang Xunhai covered his chest and raised his head with difficulty, but a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. In this smile, there was three parts of pride and seven parts of publicity, as if everything in the world was under his control. There was an elusive light in his eyes, which was deep and dark, as if he was announcing his confidence and fearlessness to the Emperor of Chu, and seemed to hide countless secrets and conspiracies, which made people feel cold. His eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing straight at the Emperor of Chu, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

Then, Wang Xunhai used another trick of his own. A golden light slowly lit up on his body. The light was soft and warm, but it also contained a powerful force, like the morning light penetrating the thick clouds, giving people a feeling of peace and power. The light enveloped his body, making him look like a god descending to the earth. He gently stroked the pendant in his arms, and the movement was cautious, as if he was stroking the most precious treasure in the world, fearing that it would be damaged if he was not careful. The pendant was made of lightning-struck wood. Under the reflection of the light, it was like the brightest star in the night sky, emitting a mysterious and dazzling light. The light seemed to have a special magic that made people want to get close to it and explore the mystery, but at the same time they were in awe and dared not easily blaspheme it, as if the light hid endless dangers and unknowns. The lines on the pendant were delicate and complex, as if they contained the mysteries between heaven and earth, which made people fascinated by it.