Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Outside the deep valley filled with mysterious and bizarre atmosphere where the Cang Ming Wolves gather, a majestic and towering mountain stands proudly like an ancient giant. This mountain is majestic and magnificent, and the mountain is breathtaking.

The steep mountain wall seems to be split by the giant axe of the ancient giant god, rushing straight to the sky, giving people a strong visual impact. Its peak seems to break free from the shackles of the sky and connect with the vast sky. The majestic momentum brings an endless sense of oppression, as if announcing its majesty and inviolability to all things in the world.

On the top of the mountain, Wang Xunhai looked solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy. Every move he made seemed extremely cautious, as if the air around him was filled with a dangerous atmosphere, and the slightest mistake would lead to a catastrophic consequence.

He was bent over, his body tense like an arrow about to be shot, his muscles like a taut bowstring, ready to deal with any possible crisis. He looked like a cat always on the alert, concentrating on observing the movements around him, not daring to slack off. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, not missing any slight changes, even the slightest disturbance would make him highly alert.

Every move he made was extremely slow, as he slowly moved towards a hidden place on the mountain. His footsteps were as light as a feather, yet extremely heavy, as if the ground beneath his feet was covered with invisible traps, and if he was not careful he would fall into a place of no return. Every step he took was taken with extreme caution, fearing to cause any unnecessary movement. He looked so cautious, as if he was crossing an area full of mines.

When he finally arrived at the hidden place, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He exhaled a breath of turbid air as if relieved from a heavy burden, and that turbid air seemed to be the release of the tension and anxiety that had accumulated for a long time.

His body was trembling slightly, and sweat had soaked his clothes. The clothes stuck tightly to his body, outlining his tired figure, as if telling of the hardships he had endured along the way.

But there was still a determined light shining in his eyes, and that light was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating his way forward and giving him the courage and strength to move on.

Looking towards the valley, I saw that the number of Cang Ming Wolves in the valley was indeed pitifully small, with only a few strolling leisurely. These Cang Ming Wolves were agile, their muscle lines were smooth and natural, full of explosive power, as if every muscle contained endless power.

Their fur shimmers with a faint blue light under the sunlight, which is like the deep lake water, mysterious and charming, making people fascinated. Their eyes reveal an innate majesty that makes people afraid, as if they are the masters of this valley and have absolute dominance.

Their pace was leisurely, as if this valley was their exclusive territory, and anyone who dared to invade would be attacked mercilessly. Their claws were extremely sharp, leaving shallow marks on the ground, as if they were declaring their sovereignty over this land, warning outsiders not to enter easily.

Wang Xunhai slowly and gently turned over, and after some effort, he found a relatively comfortable position behind a huge rock, and then slowly sat down. He raised his head and looked up at the vast and boundless sky, with a look of determination and expectation in his eyes.

At this moment, he was silently calculating the time in his heart, knowing full well that only when the night fell quietly and the inky black and thick night covered the earth like a heavy curtain, could he act without hesitation.

Because the pitch-black night would be his most reliable cover, allowing him to move freely in the dark. While waiting, his thoughts kept drifting, recalling the hardships and difficulties he had gone through. It was a journey full of challenges and hardships, and every scene flashed through his mind like a movie. He was also thinking about the next action plan, and every detail was repeatedly deduced in his mind, striving to be foolproof and ensure that he could successfully complete the task.

At the same time, in a lush forest at the foot of the mountain that looked like a green ocean, a woman with white hair like snow and a white robe like snow appeared quietly like a ghost. Her skin was as white as snow and crystal clear, as if it was carefully carved from the purest jade in the world, exuding an otherworldly beauty.

Her face was beautiful, but with a hint of coldness, making people afraid to approach her easily, as if she was a goddess from the world of ice and snow, noble and cold. In her hand was a red apple that looked as tempting as a gem. The apple had a smooth and delicate skin, exuding an alluring fragrance, as if it was the most perfect masterpiece of nature, making people salivate.

After she took a small bite carelessly, a look of disgust immediately appeared on her face, which was full of dissatisfaction with the taste of the apple. Then, she threw it under the tree without mercy. The apple rolled on the ground for a few times and stopped in a patch of grass. The insects in the grass were disturbed by the sudden movement and fled in all directions, as if they were attacked by an invisible disaster. The whole grass suddenly became a mess.

In her hand she held tightly a glittering golden rope. The rope seemed to have life, wrapping itself around her slender hand flexibly and freely, like a lively little snake, constantly twisting its body and flashing a mysterious light.

The light was particularly dazzling in the dark forest, like a bright lamp in the darkness, illuminating a small space around her. The white-haired and white-robed woman had a meaningful smile on her face, which seemed to hide countless secrets and calculations, making it difficult to figure out her true thoughts.

Her gaze passed through the layers of branches and leaves and accurately directed itself to Wang Xunhai on the mountain. She whispered to herself, "Haha, I never thought I would have such good luck to come across such a great opportunity. In that case, I'll just sit back and wait for the opportunity at the foot of the mountain. I really want to see when that simple-minded rabbit will fall into the trap I carefully set." Her voice was crisp and pleasant, but with a hint of coldness, like the cold wind in winter, which made people shudder, as if her words contained an invisible power that could make people's hearts feel a deep fear.

However, the self-satisfied, self-confident white-haired woman in white robes did not notice that a golden crack slowly appeared in the gentle breeze 20 meters away from her. A faint and mysterious golden light flickered in the crack, and the light appeared and disappeared from time to time, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, mysterious and attractive.

It was as if a pair of mysterious eyes hidden in the darkness were watching her every move through the faint light. Those eyes seemed to contain endless meaning and unknown danger, which made people feel an inexplicable fear. The air around the crack seemed to become heavy, as if an invisible force was squeezing this space, making people feel an indescribable depression.

In this seemingly clear situation, who is the real winner? I am afraid that at this moment, it is still difficult to make a final conclusion. Everything is still unknown, full of endless variables and suspense, which makes people full of expectations and worries about the next development.