Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In the freezing cold that seemed to freeze everything in the world, Wang Xunhai's body was like a leaf in the raging wind, shaking violently. Every muscle was cramping in pain in the extreme cold, as if wailing in despair. He struggled to move his legs, which seemed to be dragged by heavy lead blocks. Every step seemed so heavy and difficult. He slowly moved towards the ice lake, step by step, and every step seemed to exhaust all his strength.

When he finally reached the icy lake, the bone-chilling coldness was like a raging cold current, spreading wildly from the soles of his feet to his entire body in an instant. He slowly sat down cross-legged, his whole body shivering violently under the ruthless attack of the cold. The chill that permeated the surroundings was like countless cold and ruthless tentacles, reaching out to him unscrupulously. The cold air seemed to have life, and it greedily eroded Wang Xunhai's body, as if trying to freeze his blood into ice, making every inch of his skin feel the coldness that penetrated deep into his bones. This kind of coldness was not only a cruel torture to the body, but also a nearly destructive test to the spirit.

However, Wang Xunhai still closed his eyes silently, trying to find a rare inner peace in this extreme cold. His heart was like a lonely boat drifting in a storm, desperately looking for a quiet harbor in the surging waves, longing for a moment of peace.

Suddenly, Wang Xunhai's throat surged, a hot current surged up, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out of his mouth. The blood instantly condensed in the cold air, turning into red ice crystals as bright as gems. These ice crystals slowly fell, each with a sad and desolate atmosphere. They were like red snowflakes, slowly falling in this cold world, performing a unique and tragic tragedy. Then, as if he had used up the last bit of his strength, his exhausted body struggled tenaciously in the extreme cold and pain, and slowly stood up from the ground with difficulty and determination.

There was an indescribable fatigue in his eyes, which was the deep mark left by the long-term tenacious struggle against the cold and pain. His eyes were full of bloodshot, and his eyes seemed a little blurred, as if they had lost their focus. But at the same time, there was also a gleam of determination in his eyes, which was the unyielding will in his heart shining tenaciously, like a bright lamp in the darkness, although weak, but never extinguished. He lowered his head and stared at his hands, only to see a bright blue light on his hands. The light was just a faint dot at first, like a distant and dim star in the night sky, looming in the darkness, as if it could be swallowed by the darkness at any time. But then, the light gradually became brighter, like a rising sun, and the rays of light gradually gathered, becoming more and more dazzling. The bright light illuminated everything around, making this cold world as bright as day.

This strong light made the whole world in front of Wang Xunhai turn into a white snow. The strong light made it almost impossible to open his eyes. In this dazzling blue light, Wang Xunhai's consciousness gradually blurred. He felt as if his body was pulled by an irresistible force, passing through the barriers of time and space and coming to the distant ancient times.

In that ancient and mysterious era, Wang Xunhai witnessed a thrilling battle between the gods. He saw the God of Xuanhai who gave him the power of transmission. The God of Xuanhai was tall and majestic, like a majestic mountain that towered into the clouds and pierced the sky, exuding endless majesty and solemnity. His tall body seemed to be able to support the entire world, which was daunting. The God of Xuanhai held a long sword shining with mysterious light. The light was dazzling, as if it contained the endless power of the entire universe. The powerful aura was like a surging wave, hitting everything around it one after another, making people daunted and dare not look directly. The eyes of the God of Xuanhai were full of majesty and courage. His eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight at the three evil gods floating in the sky. The firm will contained in that look seemed to be able to destroy all obstacles in front of him.

The three evil gods have different forms. Some of them are as huge as endless mountains, giving people a heavy sense of oppression. That huge body seems to be able to crush the whole world, making people feel an irresistible fear. Some of them are distorted like ghosts, and their whereabouts are erratic, making it difficult to grasp. Its strange figure keeps flickering in the air, making it impossible to capture its specific location. Some are surrounded by dark flames, which burn fiercely and exude an evil breath. The dark flames seem to be able to devour all life, making people feel a deep despair. The evil breath emanating from their bodies is like a thick black fog, spreading and making people shudder. The evil breath seems to be able to erode people's souls and make people fall into endless fear.

In this fierce battle among the gods, the God of Xuanhai fought a desperate battle with the three evil gods. His swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every swing of the sword carried the power to destroy the world. The sword energy whistled like a violent gale, and wherever it went, the air was ruthlessly torn apart, emitting bursts of piercing roars. The roar was as shocking as a war drum, and people's heartbeats accelerated. It was as shocking as a deafening thunder, making people terrified. The thunder-like power seemed to be able to destroy everything, making people feel an irresistible fear. Between the flashing sword shadows, the void seemed to be ruthlessly torn apart, and black cracks spread in the void, emitting bursts of low roars. The low roar seemed to be the roar from hell, which made people shudder.

In the fierce battle, the God of Xuanhai relied on his powerful strength and fearless courage, like a brave and fearless lion, and bravely charged into the enemy group. Each of his attacks was accurate and deadly, and his sword was tricky and hard to defend against. His figure shuttled through the battlefield like a flash of lightning and as fast as the wind. His speed made it impossible to see his movements clearly, and only a vague figure could be seen moving quickly on the battlefield. Under his fierce attack, he successfully killed two evil gods. The bodies of the two evil gods turned into ashes under the sword of the God of Xuanhai, drifting away with the wind and disappearing without a trace. Their lives disappeared instantly under the sword of the God of Xuanhai, as if they had never existed.

However, just when he thought victory was in sight, an evil god took advantage of his unpreparedness and launched a fatal sneak attack. The evil god rushed towards the God of Xuanhai like a black lightning, so fast that people had no time to react. The God of Xuanhai was unable to dodge and was hit hard by the evil god's attack, seriously injured. His body was like a kite with a broken string, losing control and slowly falling from the sky. The slowly falling figure, with endless regret and unwillingness, made people feel a deep sadness.

The body of the God of Xuanhai slowly descended from the sky, like a bright star drawing a sad arc in the night sky, with endless regrets and unwillingness. That arc seemed to be the last ray of light in the life of the God of Xuanhai, although it was short, it was extremely dazzling. In the end, his body turned into a vast and boundless Xuanhai, which was turbulent and rolling, containing the power and will of the God of Xuanhai. The turbulent sea surface was like a group of angry beasts, constantly roaring and venting their power. It was like a huge barrier, tightly wrapping the Great Wilderness and the entire continent, guarding the life on this land. This Xuanhai has become a wonder of the world. The undulating sea surface is like a silent epic, quietly telling the bravery and greatness of the God of Xuanhai. Its existence has left endless legends and fantasies for future generations, allowing people to remember this great god forever in the long river of time. The endless legends and fantasies, like a series of gorgeous paintings, unfold in people's hearts, allowing people's reverence for the God of Xuanhai to be passed down forever.