Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Madam Feng slowly opened her eyes, which were as deep and lively as autumn water. Her eyes were like a deep pool, so deep that one could not help but sink into it, and as lively as the shimmering lake, flashing with charming brilliance. At this moment, there was still a trace of confusion in her eyes, just like the misty fog in the valley in the morning, lazily lingering, and not yet completely dissipated. The confused look in her eyes seemed as if she had just woken up from a long dream and had not yet fully adapted to the real world.

She stared at her reshaped body, and an indescribable sense of strangeness surged into her heart like a tide without warning. Although this body had been reshaped, it made her feel like a stranger's body. That strange feeling was like being in a completely unfamiliar world. Everything around her made her feel extremely uncomfortable, as if she was an intruder who didn't fit in. She tried to get familiar with this new body, but found that every movement seemed so unfamiliar, and every feeling was so strange.

She slightly frowned her dark eyebrows, revealing a hint of sadness between her eyebrows, which was like a lightly floating wisp of smoke, slowly entwined in her heart. She sighed slowly, and the breath seemed to carry endless sorrow and hesitation, like a sad melody, slowly flowing in the air. She whispered to herself: "Where will the future lead to? Can I really accompany the Red Dragon Empire to the end?" This voice echoed faintly in the empty space, seeming particularly ethereal and illusory, as if it was a sigh from the distant sky, which could be swallowed up by the silence at any time.

Madam Feng's thoughts were like an uncontrolled bird, breaking free from the shackles of reality, and drifting back to the years she spent in the Red Dragon Empire. The past was played in her mind like a movie, and it was a series of memories full of laughter and tears. She recalled her good sisters, their laughter, voices and smiles, as if they were yesterday, so vividly appearing before her eyes. Those beautiful memories were like warm sunshine, penetrating into her slightly gloomy mood at the moment, making her heart warm. However, at the same time, it also made her heart surge with a complex emotion, like a surging wave, violently beating against her heart, making it difficult to calm down. Those memories were also mixed with some regrets and pain, which made her mood heavy. Involuntarily, she clenched her fists tightly, and the joints turned slightly white due to the force. The tightness seemed to be the external venting of her inner waves.

She slowly stood up from the ground, her steps were slightly heavy, as if she was carrying a heavy burden. Every step seemed so difficult, as if her feet were not on solid ground, but a muddy swamp, making it difficult for her to move. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was trying to resist the invisible pressure. She walked out of the cave step by step. As soon as she stepped out of the cave door, she was hit by a gust of cold wind. The cold breath was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting through her delicate skin, bringing bursts of stinging pain. The cold wind seemed to have cold fangs, gnawing at her body wantonly, making her tremble slightly. She subconsciously shrank her neck, trying to resist the invasion of the cold.

At this moment, they were still in the ice volcano. Looking around, they were surrounded by a world covered in silver. The scene of ice and snow was magnificently displayed before their eyes like a painting. The white snowflakes fluttered down like feathers sprinkled by angels, light and dreamy, covering the land with a thick layer of silver. The snowflakes danced in the air like smart elves, adding a touch of vitality to this cold world. The mountains in the distance towered into the clouds, covered with snow, like huge ice creams, exuding a cold and attractive charm. The outline of the mountain was particularly clear against the white snow, as if it was a magnificent painting drawn by nature with the most delicate brushstrokes.

Madam Feng faced the cold wind like a knife, and walked slowly and steadily towards the depths of the ice volcano. Along the way, her steps seemed particularly heavy, and every step seemed to exhaust all her strength, as if she was fighting a silent battle with this harsh environment. Her eyes revealed an indomitable will, as if she would not give up easily no matter how great the difficulties she encountered. The thoughts in her heart were like the flying snow, chaotic and disturbing. She didn't know how long she had walked, but she felt that time became blurred in this cold and confusion, as if frozen in this ice and snow. The snow and wind seemed to swallow her, and her figure seemed so small in this white world, like a drop in the ocean. But there was a firm light in her eyes, and that light seemed to be the fire in her heart, burning tenaciously in this cold world, illuminating her way forward.

Finally, in the vast expanse of white ahead, she saw Wang Xunhai sitting cross-legged on the ice lake. His figure seemed particularly lonely in the ice and snow, but there was an indescribable tranquility, as if he had merged with this world of ice and snow. His figure was like a sculpture, sitting there quietly, motionless, as if he had become one with this world of ice and snow.

Madam Feng slowly walked in front of Wang Xunhai, with a look of determination in her eyes, as if she had made a decision that could not be changed. Her eyes fell firmly on Wang Xunhai, without the slightest hesitation. She said softly: "Wang Xunhai, I plan to leave here for a while." Although her voice was not loud, it was particularly clear in this silent world of ice and snow. When Wang Xunhai heard this, a look of surprise instantly appeared on his face. He blinked his eyes quickly, full of confusion, and asked in confusion: "What happened? Why do you want to leave suddenly?" His voice seemed a little erratic in the cold air, as if it would be blown away by the cold wind at any time.

Madam Feng's face showed an extremely determined look, her eyes revealed a trace of anxiety and worry, and she said in a slightly anxious voice: "The Purple Vermilion Bird is still in my hometown. These days, I am often disturbed by nightmares. Those nightmares make me uneasy. I really can't be sure whether these nightmares will happen in reality. I am uneasy and can't calm down to practice." Her words are full of anxiety and concern for her hometown. It is a deep attachment and an inseparable emotion. Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was trying to suppress the fear and anxiety in her heart.

Wang Xunhai took a deep look at the slightly haggard woman in front of him. Her originally bright face was now covered with a layer of haze, as if the sun was covered by dark clouds and lost its former brilliance. His eyes were full of concern and distress, as if he could truly feel the uneasiness and anxiety in her heart. It was an unspeakable pain, like an invisible sharp blade, piercing his heart. After a long silence, he finally nodded helplessly and said slowly: "Then be careful on the way, go quickly and come back quickly." There was a trace of concern and helplessness in his voice, which slowly dissipated in the cold air, as if it was a blessing and expectation for her.