Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai finally set out on the journey to leave the Red Dragon Empire. This city, which was now used as a temporary capital, carried too many memories of the past and the vicissitudes of the years. This city was where his dreams set sail and where his soul rested. Now, he had to say goodbye with a heavy heart.

He turned around slowly, his solemn gaze filled with thousands of thoughts, as if he wanted to deeply engrave this tall and majestic city-state in his heart. The city-state's buildings were towering into the clouds, magnificent and spectacular, and the solid city walls were like an insurmountable barrier, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty. However, at this moment, all of this seemed so strange in Wang Xunhai's eyes. This city that was once so familiar to him now made him feel extremely alienated, as if he had never really understood its connotation.

His eyes revealed extremely complex emotions, with endless memories of the past years. Those past laughter and tears, success and failure, like vivid pictures, kept flashing before his eyes. He remembered the ambitions he had when he first arrived in this city, the days and nights he worked hard for his dreams, and the setbacks and hardships he had encountered. He was deeply helpless against the cruel reality, and the shattered dreams and the disappearance of hope made him feel extremely heavy. He once thought that as long as he worked hard enough, he could change everything, but reality gave him a heavy blow, forcing him to face the ending of failure. There was also confusion and fear about the unknown future. The road ahead was full of uncertainty, and he didn't know where to go. What will the future be like? Can he find his own direction? These questions kept circling in his mind, making him feel extremely anxious.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and sighed deeply. The sigh seemed to come from the deepest part of his soul, with endless fatigue and sorrow. He murmured to himself: "This capital city looks magnificent, but there is no place for me. I have tried my best to struggle here, trying to find my own value and belonging, but in the end, I still couldn't escape the fate of being expelled and had to leave sadly." These words were full of helplessness and sadness, as if he was accusing his own fate.

After saying that, Wang Xunhai took firm steps and walked forward step by step. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to carry his firm determination and fearless courage. He knew that the road ahead was full of difficulties and obstacles, but he was ready to meet all challenges. His figure gradually moved away in the open space outside the city, and the bright sunshine sprinkled on his body, casting a long shadow. The shadow kept changing shape and length as he moved, and finally disappeared at the distant horizon, as if it had merged into the endless unknown.

Purple Vermilion Bird stood quietly on the city wall, her figure graceful and charming, like a blooming flower. However, her eyes were full of worry and uneasiness. Her gaze had been closely following the direction where Wang Xunhai was going, as if she wanted to cross the long distance to see his future, to see whether he could return safely, and whether he could bring a glimmer of hope to this troubled empire.

After a long time, she slowly withdrew her gaze and sighed softly. The sigh sounded like the breeze blowing over the strings of a musical instrument, emitting a faint sound of sadness. She said softly: "I admire what he has done. When this sudden crisis came, we were caught in a difficult dilemma and didn't know what to do. The whole empire was shrouded in a heavy haze, and people's hearts were filled with fear and confusion, without a glimmer of hope. But he was not afraid, and resolutely and bravely moved forward, facing the numerous difficulties and working hard to improve his strength. He is like a bright light in the darkness, bringing us a glimmer of hope. All we can do is to wait for his return in this city silently, hoping that he can bring about earth-shaking changes and save our empire in deep crisis." Her words were full of expectations for Wang Xunhai and concerns about the future of the empire.

Zi Zhuque turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him. The soldiers looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and anxiety. Their faces were haggard, as if they had experienced countless days and nights of torture. The deep dark circles under their eyes and the cracked lips showed their fatigue and weakness. The armor on their bodies also looked a little worn and covered with traces of time. The scratches and rust seemed to tell of the countless tragic battles they had experienced.

Purple Vermillion Bird saw all of this and shook her head helplessly, thinking to herself: "These people's hearts are still in chaos, still full of anxiety and fear. After all, they have been targeted by the emperor, and that shadow-like threat always hangs over their hearts like a ghost. The emperor's power makes them feel extremely desperate. They don't know what their future will be like, nor do they know if they can survive the coming crisis." She knew very well that the mental state of these soldiers was crucial to defending the empire, but she didn't know how to cheer them up again.

When Purple Vermilion Bird walked down the city wall, the soldiers immediately started shouting.

One soldier looked anxious, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed deep fear. He said, "We may seem to be doing well on the surface now, but in fact, in this city, we are just desperately waiting for death to come. Every day, we live in endless fear, not knowing when the enemy will break through our city. Our fate is like a faint candle in the wind, which may be blown out by the ruthless wind at any time and disappear in this vast darkness." His voice trembled, as if he would collapse in the next second.

Another soldier had a sorrowful look on his face. His face was full of despair and helplessness, and there was a trembling despair in his voice: "When the Emperor of Chu leads his army to attack us, I'm afraid we won't even be able to find a place to rest in peace. The Emperor of Chu's army is so powerful that it is terrifying, and we can't compete with it at all. We are like lambs to be slaughtered, and we can only watch death approach us step by step, but we are powerless and unable to make any effective resistance." His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost hope in life.

There was another soldier who kept shaking his head. His eyes were full of helplessness and despair, and his tone was full of pessimism about the future: "In front of that emperor whose strength is beyond imagination, we are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. We can't compete with him at all. Our strength is really too small. Facing such a powerful enemy, we have no chance of winning and don't see any hope of victory." His words were full of despair, which made people feel extremely depressed.