Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In a vast expanse of land, there is a swamp filled with a mysterious and strange atmosphere. The air here seems to be imprisoned by a mysterious invisible force, and a layer of hazy mist like a veil condenses around. This mist is like a lingering nightmare, slowly lingering, making the already gloomy and terrifying swamp even more mysterious. Being in it, people can't help but have an inexplicable sense of depression, as if their hearts are pressed by a heavy stone, making it difficult to breathe.

The Chu Emperor stood here proudly, standing tall like a pine tree. His eyes revealed a resolute look, like a sharp sword, flashing with a determined light. After he swallowed the Yin-Yang Pill without hesitation, a powerful force that was almost suffocating surged in his body like a wild horse. The force was like a sleeping beast that was completely awakened at this moment, bursting out with amazing energy.

The aura around him was like surging, never-ending waves, one after another, and the powerful momentum made the surrounding swamps seem to tremble slightly. The muddy water in the swamp also rippled with the fluctuations of his aura, as if expressing awe to this powerful man. He had already reached the realm of the Great Emperor, and at this moment he achieved a breakthrough and entered the realm of the peak Great Emperor in one fell swoop.

His aura became deeper and more vast, like the endless universe and starry sky, which made people daunted. The powerful aura spread, and the air around seemed to become heavy, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Not only that, he also unexpectedly gained the power of the thousand-year-old miasma. The strange breath flowed through his body, sometimes winding like a venomous snake, silently but full of deadly threats. The venomous snake-like breath shuttled through his meridians, bringing a cold and stinging feeling wherever it went; sometimes it burned like a raging flame, hot and violent. The flaming breath raged in his body, as if it wanted to burn his body to ashes. These two completely different characteristics blended perfectly in his body, making him even more mysterious. This power seemed to be integrated with his body, adding a unique majesty to him, making him look even more inviolable.

In addition, he also gained the power of an evil spirit. This power was evil and powerful, like a demon in the dark, lurking in his body, waiting for the opportunity to erupt. When this power was controlled by him, the strength of the Emperor of Chu was even more powerful. He could clearly feel the powerful force brought by the evil power, which made his self-confidence extremely inflated. He felt as if he had stood at the top of the world and no one could compete with him.

The Emperor of Chu clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and the tense muscles seemed to contain endless power. His eyes revealed incomparable determination and confidence, as if nothing in the world could stop him. He said with great passion: "As long as I snatch the emperor's soldiers from the Qulong Empire, I will be the real emperor, no one can deny it, no one can resist it!" His words were as loud as a bell, echoing over the swamp for a long time, deafening. His eyes burned with an extreme desire for power and an infinite vision for the future. The blazing gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and see the moment when he reached the top and overlooked all living beings. The scene was so clear that it made him crazy and pursued it desperately.

Not far from the Emperor of Chu, Caitlin stood quietly. She was graceful, and her long skirt fluttered in the wind. The hem of her skirt was like a dancing butterfly, light and graceful. However, she had a cold temperament that made people dare not approach her easily. She was like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, beautiful and lonely.

There was no expression on her face, like a cold statue, and her perfect face seemed lifeless at the moment. Her gem-like eyes were closed at the moment, as if she was thinking about something, or perhaps feeling everything around her. The breeze blew through her hair, gently fluttering it, but it could not break her tranquility.

Then, she began to use a unique method of transmitting sound into secrets to contact Li Qingfei, who was thousands of miles away in Xiaoyao Gate. Her lips trembled slightly, and a faint breath emanated from her mouth. This breath quickly blended into the surrounding air, like ripples in the water, and spread to the distance. The breath was extremely weak, and it was almost unnoticeable if it was not carefully sensed, but it contained the message that Caitlin wanted to convey. This message was like invisible wings, crossing a distance of thousands of miles and flying towards Xiaoyao Gate.

Thousands of miles away in Xiaoyao Gate, Li Qingfei smiled with disdain after hearing the news. Her beautiful face was full of ridicule and contempt, and her eyes revealed a hint of disgust. Her face, as beautiful as peach blossoms, seemed a little distorted by this contemptuous expression. She said contemptuously: "What Chu Emperor? In my opinion, he is just a ridiculous ant whose body has been dominated by desire." Her words were full of disdain for Chu Emperor, as if Chu Emperor was not worth mentioning in her eyes. Her voice was crisp and cold, and it was particularly harsh in this silent room, like a sharp sword, piercing people's eardrums.

In another distant place, Wang Xunhai slowly stood up from the ground. His movements were a little difficult, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, and every movement seemed so heavy. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and the sweat beads sparkled in the sun, just like the portrayal of his inner struggle and pain.

He stared at his hands, his eyes full of expectation and nervousness, as if he was looking for something, or confirming something. Mysterious runes lit up on his hands, and these runes flashed with strange light, like the bright stars in the night sky, and like mysterious treasures in the deep sea. The light was sometimes strong, as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the darkness around him; sometimes it was weak, swaying like a candlelight, as if telling some ancient secret.

These runes were ancient and mysterious, and their appearance caused a subtle change in the air around them. A mysterious power permeated the air, making people feel an inexplicable sense of oppression and awe.

Wang Xunhai took a deep breath and said slowly: "It seems a bit too hasty to do this, but if you want to improve from the Grandmaster level to the King level, you have to do this, break through in a very extreme way!" Although his voice was calm, it revealed a hint of firmness and determination. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only the desire for strength and determination for the future.

Wang Xunhai looked at the ancient lines on his hand and thought to himself that he had not let his elder brother know what he had done. He knew that if his elder brother knew, he would definitely try his best to stop him. However, Wang Xunhai had already made up his mind that even if his elder brother stopped him, he would take the risk to break through. In his mind, the improvement of strength was of vital importance, and he could not wait any longer, and could not hesitate any longer.

Even if he would go crazy and fall into an irretrievable situation, he would never stop. Wang Xunhai clearly understood that time was extremely tight for him. Sooner or later, the Emperor of Chu would make a comeback, which would be a terrible disaster. He had to improve his strength as soon as possible to gain a foothold in the coming storm and protect himself and the people around him. His heart was full of worries about the future, but at the same time he had a firm belief that he would be able to successfully break through and become a truly strong man. That belief was like a burning flame, burning in his heart and never extinguished.