Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Elder Nirvana slowly opened his mouth, the movement was slow and heavy, like the swing of an ancient clock, each swing seemed to carry the solemnity and accumulation of years. His lips opened slightly with difficulty, as if he was struggling to push open a heavy door that had been sealed by time for a long time, and behind that door, there seemed to be endless stories and deep emotions hidden.

His voice was low and slow, just like the sound of a bell in an ancient temple, slowly reverberating in the silent air. Each note seemed to carry thousands of years of wisdom and contemplation, like a deep force, slowly seeping into every corner around him: "There are so many frustrations and troubles in the world." As he spoke, he kept shaking his head, and the shaking movement had a unique and indescribable rhythm, as if it was beating in sync with the secret pulse of time. Every shake seemed to carry endless thoughts, and those thoughts were like layers of waves, one after another, constantly impacting his heart and causing ripples.

His eyes inadvertently revealed a trace of helplessness, which was like a deep lake, with endless waves hidden under the calm surface. It was a deep sigh for a status quo that could not be changed, and a silent sigh for the fickleness of fate. At the same time, there was also a trace of disdain in his eyes, as if he was full of contempt for certain things or people. His eyes were sharp and deep, as if everything in this world could not really enter his field of vision. He coldly examined this complicated world with an attitude of transcending the world.

Then, his body moved slightly. This seemingly slight movement contained endless power. At that moment, the air around him seemed to be stirred by his power, forming tiny ripples that were difficult to detect with the naked eye. He was like a dazzling lightning that cut through the darkness. He leaped at an astonishing speed and flew towards the vast and boundless sky.

At the moment he flew up, without warning, a brilliant white light suddenly lit up behind his ears. The light was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it. It was as if a newborn sun had exploded in an instant, illuminating the entire world as bright as day and completely dispelling the darkness. The light instantly appeared under his feet, making his figure look even taller and more majestic, like a sacred being descending into the world.

The light quickly transformed into a flying sword that exuded a sharp aura, and Elder Nirvana stepped steadily onto the flying sword. His figure was as tall as a pine tree, like a majestic mountain that had stood for a thousand years. Despite the wind, rain, and erosion of time, he still stood there unwaveringly. He exuded an extremely powerful aura, like a god who had descended to the world, which made people feel awe. His eyes were full of confidence and majesty, and that look seemed to announce his existence and his unshakable position to the whole world. Then, like an arrow from a bow, he rushed towards the distance at a very fast speed. His voice kept echoing in the empty air: "If it weren't for your face, Emperor Chu, I wouldn't even bother to respond with a word." There was a hint of pride in that voice, as if nothing in the world could really attract his attention, and in his heart there was only his firm goal and persistent pursuit.

At the same time, Madam Feng's figure was like a bright meteor that streaked across the night sky, flying rapidly towards the distance at an extremely fast speed. Her figure was light and agile, drawing a graceful arc in the night sky, which was like a gorgeous rainbow, adding a touch of bright color to the dark night. Her sleeves fluttered, as if a fairy had descended to the earth, and her skirt dancing in the wind seemed to be composing a beautiful and moving poem, and every fluttering moment was full of poetry and agility. Her face was full of eagerness, and her expression seemed to be chasing something extremely important, and her eyes revealed a trace of anxiety that was difficult to conceal. The anxiety was like a thick cloud, tightly shrouding her heart, making her breathing become rapid, as if the air had become heavy.

At this moment, something unexpected happened without any warning. Flying swords flashing with cold light suddenly rushed from behind her like a rainstorm. The flying swords flashed with cold light, like the ruthless sickle of the god of death, carrying a deadly threat, and drew cold tracks in the night sky. Madam Feng's reaction was as fast as lightning. She waved her hands quickly, and in an instant, a blazing flame rose in front of her. The flames were so hot that it seemed to burn the whole world to ashes and turn it into a sea of ​​fire. The flames quickly gathered together to form a huge and solid wall. The wall was like a majestic and insurmountable mountain that towered into the clouds, firmly blocking all invading enemies.

The flying swords fell fiercely on the wall with the force of thunder, making a series of sharp and piercing impact sounds. The sound seemed to pierce the eardrums of people, making people's hearts tremble. The whole night sky was filled with the fierce impact sound. I saw holes drilled in the wall one after another. The scene was like a piece of paper that was madly eaten away by countless people, full of holes, which was shocking. Madam Feng felt her scalp tingling. She clearly realized in her heart that the power of this flying sword was too powerful, far beyond her imagination. Her face became extremely serious, solemn and dignified, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. It was a determination not to retreat, as if in her heart, nothing could stop her from moving forward. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, she would go on firmly.

Suddenly, she waved her hands again, and the feathers behind her changed miraculously. They quickly transformed into countless iron pieces, which shone with a cold metallic luster and looked particularly dazzling in the night sky, as if they were a brilliant galaxy. These iron pieces quickly wove an indestructible shield in front of her eyes, which was like a steel wall, protecting her safety. When the flying sword attacked again like a storm and hit the shield hard, there was only a crisp sound of "click", and the flying sword broke instantly, turning into countless fragments, scattered like stars. The fragments flashed with light in the night sky, like a gorgeous meteor shower, beautiful and dangerous. However, behind this beauty lies endless danger, which makes people sweat for Madam Feng's safety, and their hearts are raised to their throats.