Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The face of the Emperor of Chu seemed to be frozen by frost, deep and solemn, just like a deep and bottomless lake, and the solemn look was like a towering and heavy mountain, the majestic momentum made people feel awe. The invisible pressure slowly emanated from him, and it seemed that even the air around him could not bear this heavy pressure, and then slowly became stagnant, as if it was about to solidify. Just as his voice fell, a resolute light suddenly flashed in his eyes, which were as deep as the bottomless pool of water. The light was like a bright meteor tearing through the dark night sky, firm and dazzling, instantly breaking through the endless darkness. Then, his hands were like extremely agile butterflies, dancing rapidly at a speed beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

The mysterious and complex tracks drawn by the hands in the air were like ancient and mysterious runes. These runes seemed to contain endless mysteries, and seemed to be carefully weaving a mysterious web that was difficult for the naked eye to detect. Each track seemed to carry some special power, which made people look sideways.

The hands moved as fast as lightning and as swift as the wind, so fast that people could not catch them. All they could see was a blur of light and shadow. The light and shadow flickered and dazzled people. A mysterious and powerful force was quietly gathering in the air. This force was constantly accumulating, just like a volcano about to erupt, which contained endless and majestic energy, as if it could erupt at any time and shake the world.

Finally, his hands accurately formed a mysterious and complex spell in midair. Once the spell was formed, it suddenly burst into a brilliant and dazzling light, as bright as the vast stars. The light instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness, just like the dawn at dawn, illuminating the entire world with its incomparable brilliance, making everything extremely bright. Under the cover of this brilliant light, the spell gradually transformed into a thousand exquisite paper cranes.

This paper crane is lifelike, and every tiny detail is carved extremely delicately. Its slender feathers are clearly visible and softly attached to its body, as if fluttering gently in the breeze. And its eyes, which are as lively as if alive, are even more piercing, as if they contain endless wisdom and vitality, as if they were endowed with fresh life, vivid and lifelike. Its wings flutter gently, bringing up a soft breeze, which seems to contain some mysterious power, making people feel an indescribable wonder.

Then, the thousand paper cranes flew away towards the distant east like an arrow from a bow. It was so fast that people could only see a flash of light passing by, like a meteor across the night sky, and disappeared at the end of the sky in the blink of an eye, without a trace.

In the far east, there stands a towering mountain called Nirvana Mountain. The mountain is so high that it reaches the clouds, and its peak is steep and precipitous, like a sharp sword piercing straight into the sky, as if it is about to pierce the vast sky. Above the mountain, clouds and mists linger, adding a bit of mystery to the mountain.

The forests on the mountain are extremely lush, and the lush trees are intertwined to form a vast green ocean. The green is so rich that it seems to be dripping at any time, making people deeply feel the vigor and vitality of life. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadows, as if it is a beautiful painting painted by the skillful hands of nature.

The mountains are filled with mist, which floats leisurely in the mountains like a soft gauze, like a dream. The mist is sometimes dense and sometimes thin, making the whole mountain filled with a mysterious and hazy atmosphere. Against the backdrop of the mist, the mountain peaks appear and disappear, as if it is a fairyland on earth, or a paradise beyond the world, which makes people yearn for it.

Deep in the Nirvana Mountain, there is an extremely large stone. The surface of this stone is as smooth as a mirror. Under the shining sun, it reflects a dazzling light. The light is brilliant and brilliant, just like the sun's radiance, which makes it difficult for people to look directly at it. An old Taoist is sitting cross-legged on this stone. The old Taoist is wearing a tattered Taoist robe with dense patches, like the deep traces left by the years. These patches not only do not make the Taoist robe look ragged, but add a kind of ancient charm, as if silently telling the stories of the past and the vicissitudes of the years. His white hair is as white as frost and snow, and it is scattered on his shoulders wantonly, giving people a unique feeling of boldness and uninhibitedness. However, his face reveals an extraordinary temperament that is beyond the ordinary, which is a kind of calmness and calmness after a long baptism, a kind of insight into the depth and wisdom of all things in the world. He was originally resting with his eyes closed, immersed in a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, as if he had perfectly merged with the nature of the mountains. His breathing echoed with the breath of the mountains, forming a harmonious rhythm.

Suddenly, he keenly sensed a strange fluctuation in the sky. The fluctuation was extremely subtle, like the faint ripples caused by a breeze blowing gently across a calm lake. If it weren't for his profound cultivation and extremely keen perception, he would probably have difficulty detecting this subtle change. This slight fluctuation broke his original tranquility and made his heart move slightly.

The Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining with a light as deep as the vast night sky, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world. His gaze was deep and far-reaching, as if he could travel through time and space and see the essence of all things in the world. He looked up and saw a thousand paper cranes flying towards him like a meteor. The thousand paper cranes were flying very fast, bringing with them a sharp and piercing sound of wind, which whistled past as if it was going to tear the air apart. In the blink of an eye, the thousand paper cranes arrived in front of the Taoist priest.

The Taoist's eyes flashed, and his figure flashed like a ghost, and he jumped down from the stone in an instant. His movements were smooth and free, like flowing clouds and water, without any sense of delay, perfectly showing his unfathomable cultivation. His posture was light and agile, as if he was integrated with the world, making people feel an incomparable powerful aura. After landing, he stretched out his dry palm like a branch and grabbed the paper crane. The paper crane seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power and fell into his palm obediently without any resistance.

The Taoist stared at the paper crane, frowning slightly, with a look of doubt on his face. He murmured softly, "Why did the Emperor of Chu ask me to do something?" His voice was low and magnetic, as if it contained endless wisdom. Then, he gently crushed the paper crane. As the paper crane shattered, a message came into his mind. The Taoist's face showed a helpless expression, and he sighed, "The Emperor of Chu always asks me to deal with trivial matters. I, Elder Nirvana, am a true king after all, but I was asked to do such a trivial thing and kill a little girl. The Emperor of Chu really knows how to order people around!" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his words, but more of a helpless and accustomed emotion.