Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Li Qingfei clenched his teeth tightly, and it seemed that his teeth would be completely broken in the next second. His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs bulged outward, as if he wanted to break free from the constraints of his eye sockets. His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness. He let out a roar like a trapped beast in his throat. The sound was deafening, as if it would shake the whole world. This roar seemed to break through the clouds and change the color of the sky and the earth.

Right under his feet, a magic circle emitting mysterious light slowly emerged. The light was strange and brilliant, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, like a living thing breathing. The magic circle spun rapidly at an astonishing speed, forming an eye-catching vortex. In the vortex, several soldiers in heavy armor gradually appeared. These soldiers exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, which seemed to have traveled through time and space and came from ancient times. Under the reflection of the mysterious light, their figures seemed even more eerie and terrifying, making people shudder.

Some soldiers rode on tall and mighty horses, with their manes flying in the wind like burning flames, full of strength and vitality. Soldiers held gleaming swords in their hands, and the cold light reflected from the blades was like the cold moonlight in the cold night, exuding a chilling atmosphere. Their postures were majestic and majestic, like the overlords on the battlefield, with an unstoppable momentum, as if nothing in the world could stop their steps.

Some soldiers held slightly worn-out knives, which were covered with traces of time, and the scratches seemed to be silently telling the vicissitudes of the past. However, their eyes still revealed an unwavering will to fight, a resolute determination to face death. Their eyes were like blazing torches, as if they could burn all the obstacles in front of them, making people truly feel the blazing fire burning in their hearts.

They were like ghosts awakened from an ancient battlefield, with an indomitable and resolute momentum, rushing towards Madam Feng in front of them like a tide. Their footsteps were heavy and powerful, like dull thunder rumbling on the ground, shaking the earth slightly, as if foreshadowing an approaching storm.

Madam Feng's eyes were as cold as ice, and the chill in them seemed to be able to freeze a person completely in an instant. She mobilized the last powerful flame in her body and gathered it in front of her eyes. The flame danced happily, as if it had its own life, dancing to its heart's content. The color of the flame was bright and dazzling, as red as blood, making people dare not look directly at it.

Then, she raised her foot without hesitation and kicked hard at the blazing flame. Instantly, the feathers in the flames shot out like sharp arrows. Each of these golden feathers with flames seemed to contain endless power, and that power was like surging waves, one after another, tearing apart the undead warriors rushing towards her with an unstoppable force.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the bodies of the undead warriors were as fragile as burning wood, unable to withstand a single blow. With a few crisp "crackling" sounds, their bodies were shattered into pieces, and the sound of broken bones could be clearly heard. Their limbs fell to the ground one after another, making a chaotic sound and raising a cloud of dust. The dust filled the air and quickly formed a thick layer of smoke, completely obscuring the scene in front of them, blocking their vision and making it difficult to see the surrounding situation clearly.

Madam Feng rushed forward expressionlessly, her eyes were firm and cold, like cold steel, without the slightest emotion. She clenched her fists, and the strength of her whole body was like a tide, constantly gathering at one point, and the power was so strong that it made people feel fear and awe. She punched hard with a thunderous force, hitting Li Qingfei fiercely.

Li Qingfei's heart was filled with despair at this moment. He felt that he was very close to death. The breath of death was like a cold wind, ruthlessly invading his soul, filling his heart with fear and helplessness. He seemed to be able to clearly see the god of death waving at him. The horrible scene made his body tremble violently and uncontrollably.

At this critical moment, he fell into deep self-doubt. Li Qingfei thought painfully that in order to pursue powerful strength, she paid all the price, even letting her body and mind suffer endless torture, becoming neither human nor ghost. He had struggled in the darkness countless times, and moved forward in pain, just to be able to obtain that powerful power. But why, even so, he still couldn't defeat the existence in front of him who was like a proud daughter of heaven? Is it so difficult for an ordinary practitioner to become a truly powerful existence? Is the gap and shackles between these levels really like an insurmountable natural chasm that he can never cross?

Li Qingfei's thoughts became extremely complicated, and he couldn't help but recall the scene of his childhood. Under the lush locust tree, the sun poured down through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of light that flashed dazzling light like golden fish scales. A Taoist priest in an old Taoist robe stood there quietly. Although the robe was old, it exuded a unique charm. The young Li Qingfei had a dirty face and messy hair, like a little beggar. However, his eyes were full of desire and longing for the future. His eyes were clear and bright, like the bright stars in the night sky.

The Taoist priest showed a kind smile on his face, and that smile was like a warm spring breeze, making people feel extremely comfortable and at ease. He slowly stretched out his hand, holding a piece of steaming cake in his hand. The aroma of the cake was fragrant, and the tempting fragrance made people salivate. He squatted down, handed the cake to Li Qingfei in front of him, and said softly: "Child, try this, you still have to continue on your way." Li Qingfei nodded firmly, her eyes full of trust in the Taoist priest, and said: "Brother Taoist priest, I will always follow you. I know you will not let me down, you will not sell me out, and you will take me to a good place." The Taoist priest also nodded firmly, but his face involuntarily showed a trace of tangled look of conscience condemnation, and that look seemed to hide some unknown secrets. There was a trace of hesitation and uneasiness in his eyes, as if a fierce struggle was going on deep in his heart, and the complex emotions were elusive.