Journey to the Mysterious Sea

With his extraordinary keen insight, the elder brother accurately captured Wang Xunhai's worried look in that instant. His eyes were extremely sharp, like a sharp sword blade, easily piercing the troubles in Wang Xunhai's heart that seemed to be shrouded in heavy fog. In his eyes, there was a deep concern without reservation. That kind of concern was like a gurgling clear stream, warm and lasting, constantly nourishing Wang Xunhai's heart and comforting his dry soul. He slowly raised his hand, and that hand seemed to carry a mysterious and invisible powerful force, and gently fell on Wang Xunhai's shoulder. This seemingly simple and ordinary pat actually contains endless deep meaning, as if the elder brother wanted to pass on his unswerving strength and endless comfort in his heart to Wang Xunhai through this seemingly insignificant action, without reservation and unconditionally.

Then, the elder brother stood up slowly from the ground with some difficulty. His movements were a little slow, and every subtle movement seemed to silently tell of his physical exhaustion and inner fatigue. However, despite this, his eyes were still as firm as a rock, stable and unshakable, like the brightest and most dazzling star in the night sky, shining with an unyielding light. His deep eyes looked firmly into the distance, and that distance seemed to carry the goal he had been pursuing and his earnest hope. That look was full of his beautiful vision of the future and his persistent pursuit of his dreams. Such sincere and deep emotions made people deeply moved and deeply touched. His tone was steady and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, knocking directly on Wang Xunhai's heart, giving him a strong shock: "No matter what happens, don't bear it alone. I will always be by your side to support you. No matter when and where, I will never leave you."

Wang Xunhai stared deeply at the man in front of him who seemed like his future self, the man he called his brother. In his eyes, his brother was not only a solid arm he could rely on, but also a symbol of a noble spirit, a bright beacon when he was struggling to move forward in the darkness, guiding him in the direction of progress. He slowly stretched out his hand, which was trembling slightly, as if whispering the surging waves in his heart. He tightly grasped his brother's shoulders, as if he wanted to draw endless strength from those solid shoulders so that he could persist in this difficult predicament. His eyes were full of desire for strength and dependence on his brother, as if in this difficult time, his brother was his only life-saving straw, the only piece of driftwood he could hold tightly in the turbulent waves, and his hope and support for survival.

The elder brother deeply felt Wang Xunhai's inner anxiety and fear. He could clearly feel Wang Xunhai's hand trembling slightly. The trembling was like a weak electric current, which instantly spread throughout his body and made his heart tremble. So, he gently took Wang Xunhai's hand that was holding his shoulder and held it tightly in his own hand.

His hands were warm and powerful, and that warmth was like a ray of extremely precious sunshine in winter, which instantly dispelled the cold and haze in Wang Xunhai's heart, and warmed and comforted his soul; that power was like the incomparably solid sea-stabilizing needle in the turbulent waves, which gradually calmed Wang Xunhai's restless heart and enabled him to regain his inner peace and determination. The two of them looked at each other quietly, their eyes full of mutual understanding and trust, a tacit understanding that did not need to be expressed in words, an emotional bond deeply rooted in the depths of the soul, which tightly connected them together.

At the same time, in the distant Red Dragon Empire, an unusual storm was quietly rising. In this vast and boundless land, countless people who claimed to be Chu people suddenly emerged in large numbers like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Their appearance was like a heavy boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples that continued to spread, and the entire Red Dragon Empire couldn't help but fall into a tense and uneasy atmosphere.

In the border city of the Red Dragon Empire, several Chu people appeared outside the city. Their figures looked particularly slender in the soft afterglow of the setting sun. The slender figures seemed like ghosts quietly appearing in the darkness, giving people a mysterious and frightening feeling. Their eyes were cold and firm, like ice that would not melt even after thousands of years. Just by looking at them, people would feel a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts and shudder.

They raised their heads coldly, staring at the tall, majestic and magnificent city wall. The city wall towered into the clouds, like a huge dragon entrenched on the earth, and seemed to be an insurmountable natural moat that stretched before people. However, there was no fear or retreat in their eyes. Instead, they were full of firm challenge and unyielding determination, as if announcing their arrival to the majestic city wall, showing their fearlessness and courage. There seemed to be a blazing fire burning in their hearts, which drove them forward without retreat.

On the city wall, the guards were on high alert, their eyes full of high alertness and tension. Their vigilant eyes were like sharp eagle eyes, always closely watching every move below the city, not daring to slack off. They held their weapons tightly, and the weapons flashed cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if silently telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. The cold light reflected their inner anxiety and fear of the unknown, but they still held their posts and did not retreat.

Their bodies were trembling slightly, and they were obviously highly alert and cautious of these unexpected guests. The strong wind was howling wantonly, blowing their clothes violently, making them rustle in the wind. The strong wind seemed to be the angry roar of nature, as if it wanted to push the already tense atmosphere to a more intense climax. However, the strong wind could not blow away the chill in their eyes. The chill seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and make people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts. The chill came not only from the fear of the enemy, but also from the worry about the unknown fate.

The Chu people stood there quietly, their postures upright and firm, like majestic mountains that never fall. They said nothing, just staring at the tall city wall silently, and their silence seemed to contain endless powerful strength. Their faces looked particularly resolute in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if they were carefully cast with tough steel, full of unyielding will and firm belief.

The atmosphere around them became increasingly heavy, as if the air was frozen by the heavy atmosphere. A huge storm seemed to be approaching, and what unpredictable variables and crises would be hidden in this storm? In this extremely heavy atmosphere, time seemed to have frozen at this moment, and everyone was quietly waiting, waiting for the arrival of the unknown fate, waiting for the upcoming challenges and tests. Their hearts were filled with anxiety and expectation, not knowing what the future would bring them.