Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The Chu Emperor was tall and majestic, like a pine tree that had experienced the vicissitudes of time, standing proudly on the top of the towering tower in the city. He was tall and straight, his spine was as hard as steel, and he exuded an innate majesty and domineering. The Chu Emperor looked down at every corner of the city, his eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could penetrate all the fog and see through every detail of the world. His eyes revealed an unparalleled confidence, and that confidence was like a bright star, illuminating his way forward, as if the whole world was firmly in his hands, and everything in the world was like a toy in his palm.

His face was stern, expressionless like an ice sculpture. His cold face seemed like an iceberg that had never melted, which was daunting. He stared coldly at everything below, and his gaze was like a cold north wind, ruthlessly sweeping across every inch of land. He slowly said, "Haha, now, those who should have fallen into the trap have fallen into the trap I carefully laid like puppets. It's time to tighten the net and leave them nowhere to escape." His voice was low and magnetic, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting people's hearts.

The man standing next to Emperor Chu nodded slightly when he heard this, expressing his agreement. His posture was also upright, but with an innate arrogance. His eyes were full of disdain and contempt, as if he was looking at a group of insignificant ants. It seemed that in his eyes, everything in the world was just dust under his feet. He said contemptuously: "The Red Dragon Empire, this once glorious country, will eventually become our possession and we can do whatever we want." His words were full of arrogance and conceit, as if the whole world was already in his control.

The Emperor of Chu turned his head and looked at the man in front of him. A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile seemed to hide countless thoughts. That smile was like a bottomless lake, making it hard to figure out. He said slowly: "In the end, it was taken by the two of us who were ambitious, right?" There was a subtle cunning in his eyes, as if he was planning a shocking conspiracy.

Under the cold moonlight, the man showed his face without any scruples. His tall nose was as tall as a mountain, and the lines of his nose were strong, as if it was carved by the skillful hands of nature. His deep eyes were like a deep pool, and there seemed to be endless mysteries in his eyes, which made people want to explore them in depth. His long golden hair fell on his shoulders like a waterfall, and flickered with a blurred light under the caress of the moonlight. The light was like a dreamy elf, jumping between his hair. He was wearing heavy armor, and the patterns on the armor were like ancient totems, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. Those patterns were intricate, as if telling a series of ancient legends. He carried a big sword on his back, and the hilt was inlaid with dazzling gems. The gems shone with brilliant light, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky. The sword exuded a cold and chilling light, and the whole person exuded a wild and unruly aura, as if he was a beast walking out of the wilderness, with primitive power and wildness.

Hearing the words of the King of Chu, he laughed like he had heard a big joke. The laughter echoed in the silent night sky, like the cry of a night owl, which made people shudder. His laughter was full of arrogance and unruliness, as if the whole world was trembling in his laughter: "You are right, in the end this place is still ruled by us Narnia and your Chu State." This man was actually the King of Narnia, and his words were full of pride and arrogance, as if the whole world was already under his feet and he was the master of this world.

In the eyes of the Emperor of Chu, there flashed a trace of barely perceptible disdain, which was so fleeting that it was almost impossible to catch. He quickly lowered his head and restrained his gaze, as if hiding a precious treasure in a box, fearing that it would be discovered. He took a deep breath, which was long and deep, as if he wanted to spit out the annoyance in his heart. Then he put on a gentle smile, which was as warm and pleasant as the spring breeze. But behind this warmth, there was endless chill, which was like a cold blade that could pierce the enemy's heart at any time: "Indeed, it has been put into the bag." However, deep in the heart of the Emperor of Chu, he was full of disgust for the guy in front of him, who seemed to him like an uncivilized barbarian. He really couldn't stand working with such a person. Whenever he saw the guy's arrogant appearance, he would feel an irrepressible disgust in his heart. But helplessly, when he was carefully planning the operation, this person suddenly jumped out like a ghost and insisted on participating in the operation with him, which led to the embarrassing situation in front of him. The King of Chu secretly swore that he would never share the fruits of victory with this outsider. His eyes were already burning with rage, and that rage seemed to burn everything to ashes. The rage was hot and strong, like a volcano about to erupt. He was also rapidly calculating in his mind how to cleverly kick this outsider out and let the fruits of this victory belong completely to him. His mind was like a sophisticated machine, constantly running, looking for the best solution.

At the same time, outside the city, heavy footsteps broke the tranquility of the night like thunder. The footsteps were neat and powerful, and each step seemed to carry a great force, shaking the earth. A young man holding a broken arrow walked slowly forward. There was still blood on the broken arrow, and the blood was dark red and deep, as if telling of a fierce battle that had just ended. The scene of the battle was looming in the blood, making people seem to feel the tragedy and grandeur of the time. The young man was wearing a neat white robe, which looked particularly white under the moonlight, as if it was a symbol of his inner purity. The white robe was spotless, just like his firm belief, untainted by anything.

Behind him, followed a burly middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was wearing a black robe, as black as ink, as if to blend him into the darkness. The black robe was deep and mysterious, making it difficult to see his face, but one could feel the powerful aura emanating from him. Under the black robe, there seemed to be a hard armor, which faintly emitted a metallic luster under the moonlight. The luster was cold and hard, just like his will. The armor was thick and solid, as if it could withstand all attacks. They walked towards the city wall step by step, with a resolute momentum in every step. The momentum was like a surging wave, unstoppable.

The young man raised his head and looked at the tall and majestic city wall in front of him. The city wall towered into the sky, like an insurmountable mountain, giving people a huge sense of oppression. But there was no fear in the young man's eyes, but full of firm determination. In his bright eyes, there was an unyielding light, as if it was the brightest star in the night sky. That light illuminated his way forward and made him fearless. He turned to the middle-aged man beside him and said, "Brother, it's time to enter the city and meet our challenge." His voice was not loud, but full of power, and that power was like a surging wave that could not be ignored. His words were full of expectations and confidence in the future, making people feel his inner determination and courage.