Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai seemed to be pressed down by a towering mountain that reached the sky. The heavy burden was like a huge boulder that seemed to bend his spine mercilessly until it broke completely. With great difficulty and slowness, as if he was tightly bound by an invisible and powerful force, as if he was trapped in a quagmire, he slowly opened his eyes that seemed to be firmly filled with heavy lead blocks. His eyelids seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of weight. Every slight lift seemed to be stubbornly fighting against a strong and almost irresistible resistance, requiring a huge amount of strength, which seemed to completely hollow out his body and even his soul. Finally, he woke up with great difficulty in this cold and cruel real world. However, his consciousness seemed to be still trapped in a thick chaos that could not be dissolved, and he could not wake up completely. He was like a traveler lost in a foggy forest, surrounded by endless confusion and darkness. He could not find a direction and could only wander helplessly in this chaos.

Subconsciously, he raised his lead-like hand. It was as if he was dragging an extremely heavy mountain. Every movement seemed extremely difficult, as if the arm no longer belonged to him, but was imprisoned by a mysterious force. He covered his chest tightly. At that moment, a surge of overwhelming pain came over him with a devastating force. The pain was like an endless, surging tide, surging wildly, with a terrifying force that destroyed everything, as if trying to completely devour his entire body without leaving any room for it. The pain was like a raging gale, ruthlessly destroying his body and mind.

He felt as if all the bones in his body were being madly smashed by a merciless giant hammer. The continuous heavy blows, like thunder in a storm, kept exploding in his body, and each sound was like the bell of doom, announcing his pain and despair. Every inch of his bones was wailing under the heavy burden, as if it would be shattered and turned into powder in the next moment. The shattering pain was so intense that he almost suffocated, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment. Every difficult breath was accompanied by a piercing pain like a steel needle. The pain was always with him, tormenting his body and mind like a demon, and making him fall into an endless abyss of pain.

He could only breathe heavily, his breath was extremely disordered and unstable, like a flame about to go out in a strong wind, which could disappear completely at any time. His breathing sounded like the wail of an old bellows, or like a candle in a strong wind, swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time. His voice was trembling, and the trembling was full of endless pain and deep doubts, as if it was a desperate cry from the depths of his soul, with resentment and resistance to fate. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brother, I feel like my bones are about to break, what is going on!" The voice echoed in the empty space, full of despair and helplessness.

At this moment, Wang Xunhai's face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. His haggard face seemed to be ruthlessly cut by the sharp blade of time, leaving shocking marks. Every wrinkle on his face seemed to be telling of pain and fatigue. The face that was originally full of vitality has now been drained of all vitality. He looks like a dying tree, lifeless. His eyes revealed deep fatigue and frustration, a sense of powerlessness emanating from the deepest part of his soul, as if the whole world had left him at this moment, leaving him alone to struggle in this painful abyss. The light in his eyes had dimmed, like a lamp that was about to go out, with only a faint afterglow, flickering the last glimmer of hope in the darkness.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and every tiny movement seemed so difficult, as if he had used up all his strength. His lips were dry and cracked, like the earth that had been dry for a long time, full of cracks. He squeezed out the reason for his failure from between his teeth with difficulty: "In the gap of the mysterious god statue, I actually encountered a figure that looked exactly like me. That weird scene, when I think about it now, makes me feel cold and creepy." There was deep fear and uneasiness in the voice, as if the horrible scene appeared before his eyes again.

After hearing this, the elder brother's face instantly became extremely solemn, and his expression seemed to be shrouded by a thick layer of haze, making it almost suffocating. His brows were tightly knitted, forming a deep "chuan" character, and the wrinkles seemed to be the marks left by the years, telling of the heaviness in his heart. His eyes were as deep as an endless abyss, serious and solemn, as if countless secrets and worries were hidden in the depths of his eyes. He said in a low voice: "This is the power of cause and effect used by Xuanshen. This power is mysterious and contains endless dangers. The consequences of your failure to break through this time are probably unimaginable. Not only will it be difficult for your strength to improve, it is even very likely to regress." The voice was low and powerful, like a dull bell, striking a note of despair in Wang Xunhai's heart.

When Wang Xunhai heard this, he was struck by a bolt from the blue. He was stunned. His body was as stiff as a cold stone sculpture, as if it was frozen in time. At that moment, his world completely collapsed. His eyes were full of shock and disbelief, which was an inability to accept this cruel reality. His eyes were dull, and the eyes that originally had a glimmer of hope were now filled with despair. The despair was like a dark tide that completely drowned him.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, everything around him became silent, only his heavy breathing echoed in the air. The breathing sound seemed to be a countdown to death, and every breath was filled with deep pain and despair, making people feel extremely depressed. After a long time, he slowly came to his senses from this extreme shock, his lips trembling slightly, and the trembling was like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, fragile and helpless. He murmured to himself: "How could this happen..." The voice was full of helplessness and unwillingness to fate.

When he thought about the crucial battle that was about to take place in the future, a surge of despair surged in his heart. He knew better than anyone how difficult and important that battle was. It was a battle that determined life and death, a decisive battle that was about fate, like an inescapable nightmare. In his mind, the tragic scene of the battle emerged, and the bloody breath seemed to blow in his face. The scene was so real that he felt fear and despair. But now, not only did his strength fail to improve as expected, but he might face the dilemma of regression, which made him feel extremely pessimistic and depressed.

He felt as if the whole world had become dim and dark in an instant, and the hope for the future seemed to be completely shattered at this moment. The dreams and aspirations he once had, like bright stars, fell in an instant and disappeared into the endless dark abyss. He was completely trapped in deep despair, unable to extricate himself. The despair was like an invisible big hand, tightly strangling his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The suffocating feeling of despair followed him like a shadow, wrapping him tightly, almost putting him on the verge of collapse. His eyes became empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul, leaving only a walking corpse-like body, sinking in this endless pain and despair, like a lamb lost in the darkness, unable to find a way out, and could only sink deeper and deeper into this dark abyss.