Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Dugu Qing stood alone on the top of the tower that was soaring into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky. His figure seemed so small and fragile against the backdrop of this magnificent building, like a drop in the ocean. The surrounding strong winds were like a group of wild beasts out of control, roaring and snarling crazily. The sound was sharp and piercing, like countless sharp knives cutting through the air, making an unbearable sharp whistle, as if to ruthlessly tear open the eardrums of people.

The biting cold wind was like a merciless executioner, ruthlessly blowing across his face. The cold wind was like a sharp blade that pierced his bones, with endless chill, fiercely stinging his skin. Every wind mark seemed to be a cruel mark, deeply engraved on his face, making his already haggard face look even more vicissitudes. His hair fluttered in the wind, without any order, like a messy bird's nest, or like a tangled hemp rope, with no clue at all, making him look miserable.

In this hazy trance, an extremely strange voice seemed to come from the deepest part of the endless abyss. The voice was like the whisper of a ghost, eerie and terrifying, lingering in his ears. The voice was vague and unpredictable, but it carried a chill that could make people tremble all over, as if it could penetrate the human soul, making people shudder and shudder.

At this moment, he was facing his senior brother, the great elder of Xiaoyao Sect, with a solemn expression. The great elder stood there quietly, and the tissue in his hand that had not yet been taken back was particularly eye-catching, forming a very sharp contrast with his usual majestic and solemn image. The tissue trembled slightly in the wind, as if mercilessly mocking this extremely absurd scene, making people feel both funny and weird.

Dugu Qing seemed to be controlled by an irresistible mysterious force. His eyes became empty, as if his soul had been forcibly taken away, leaving only a lifeless shell. Without hesitation, he pounced directly at the elder like a mad beast. He opened his mouth and bit the finger fiercely. His movements were as fast as lightning, crazy to the extreme, with a reckless determination, as if this was the last struggle of his life.

The elder had not anticipated this sudden scene at all, and a shrill wail instantly resounded through the sky. The painful sound was like a sharp arrow, rushing straight into the sky, as if it was going to tear the entire sky apart. The sound was sharp and miserable, and it made people's hearts shrink sharply involuntarily, as if they were tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. The severe pain made him subconsciously step back several steps in succession. His steps were staggering and extremely unstable, as if he was stepping on cotton and could fall to the ground at any time. In a panic, he lost his footing and his whole body fell heavily to the ground. His buttocks made a dull collision with the ground, and the sound was particularly clear in the howling wind, which was terrifying.

Anger spread rapidly in the heart of the great elder like a blazing flame. His face became extremely hideous and terrifying, and his distorted face was like a demon crawling out of hell, which made people shudder. He raised his foot and kicked Dugu Qing fiercely with all his strength. That kick carried his anger and pain, as if it contained the power to destroy the world, as if it wanted to completely destroy Dugu Qing and wipe him out from this world.

Dugu Qing was completely unprepared, and the powerful force hit him like a heavy hammer. In an instant, he was kicked away by the powerful impact like a kite with a broken string. His body drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The hard ground collided violently with his body, making a dull and heavy sound, as if it was the painful wail of the earth. An unbearable look of pain suddenly appeared on his face, and his facial features were distorted beyond recognition, looking extremely hideous and terrifying. The blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth was like a bunch of gorgeous red plum blossoms, bright and dazzling, slowly dyeing the ground beneath him into a blood red. The blood gradually dried up in the strong wind, leaving a shocking mark that made people unable to bear to look directly at it.

The elder tightly covered his bitten finger, and a strange purple gas emerged from his finger. The gas was like a ghost, lingering around the finger and floating slowly. The gas exuded a creepy and gloomy breath, as if it came from the devil's breath from hell. The breath spread, making people feel an inexplicable fear, as if the air around them had become icy cold, making people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar. The elder's face showed an extremely stunned expression, his eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and deep fear. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a heavy stone, and he could only make vague sounds. The voice seemed so weak and helpless in the howling wind, as if his soul was gradually lost in this fear and fell into endless darkness.

However, in the next second, something horrifying happened. His skin seemed to be cursed by an evil curse, and slowly began to turn purple. The color was like the most terrifying nightmare in the middle of the night, deep and strange, and frightening. The purple color continued to spread, like the tentacles of a demon, eroding his body bit by bit, as if it wanted to devour his entire body. Even at his feet, sharp fangs began to grow crazily. Those fangs were like sharp blades, flashing with cold light. The cold light was particularly dazzling in the darkness, as if it wanted to ruthlessly tear everything around it. Each fang exuded an evil breath, which made people shudder, as if they were in hell, and the breath of death was all around.

Dugu Qing struggled to stand up slowly from the ground, his body swaying like a candle about to go out in the wind. The weak flame swayed hard in the strong wind, as if a breeze could easily blow him down again. His eyes were full of despair, a despair that penetrated deep into his bones and reached his soul. It was as if the whole world was completely collapsing in front of his eyes, turning into a void of ruins. His eyes were empty and lifeless, staring blankly at the front, but he seemed to see nothing. There was no light in his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be trapped in endless darkness, unable to extricate himself. His body trembled slightly, which was a manifestation of uncontrollable fear and pain. Every cell in his body was trembling, as if his body and soul were suffering from great torture. The pain was like a tide, hitting his body and mind wave after wave, almost suffocating him.