Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Crackling, crackling, the Purple Vermilion Bird was like a dazzling meteor, spinning wildly at an astonishing speed. It was emitting a brilliant light, which was like a blazing flame, scorching the surrounding air. The Purple Vermilion Bird's agile body was looming in the light, as if it was a flame from hell, exuding a chilling breath. This hot breath spread like a surging tide, and everything seemed to be melted wherever it went. The light on its body was dazzling, just like a blazing sun. The strong light made it impossible to look directly at it, as if looking at it for a second longer would burn your eyes.

Every inch of the Purple Vermilion Bird's skin seemed to contain endless power, and that power seemed to be able to destroy all obstacles in the world. Its solid muscles were clearly visible under the light, and its lines were smooth and powerful, as if it was steel that had been tempered a thousand times. Its eyes revealed a firmness and majesty that made people dare not approach it easily. The wings behind it were like extremely sharp knives, flashing a cold and piercing cold light. The edge of the wings was as sharp as a blade, and the flashing light was as cold as frost, which was frightening. The wings trembled slightly, and every tremor brought an unparalleled power, as if it could set off a violent storm. The powerful force seemed to completely crush all the obstacles ahead and turn them into nothing.

In front of him, there was a group of sharp knives made of blocks. They were densely packed, like a surging, unstoppable tide, sweeping towards the Purple Vermilion Bird with overwhelming momentum. These sharp knives made of bricks were closely arranged together, without a single gap, as if they were an indestructible wall. Their number was beyond imagination, as if they were boundless, constantly surging forward, forming a frightening scene. The sharp knives like the tide, with a resolute momentum, seemed to devour everything. Each sharp knife flashed with a cold light, which was particularly dazzling in the darkness, making people shudder.

With a puff, a sharp and piercing sound suddenly broke through the originally silent air. The sound was like a sharp blade cutting through silk, which made people shudder. The countless sharp knives finally succeeded in breaking through the defense line of the Purple Vermilion Bird, like a violent storm, stabbing the body of the Purple Vermilion Bird with the force of thunder. In an instant, the body of the Purple Vermilion Bird was covered with crisscrossing scars, those wounds were deep enough to see the bones, shocking, it seemed to have turned into a hedgehog covered with wounds in an instant. The bright red blood flowed out of the wound like a spring, dyeing its originally gorgeous feathers bright red, like a tragic painting. The Purple Vermilion Bird struggled in pain, its eyes were full of shock and disbelief, its body trembled involuntarily, and its voice was difficult and trembling: "How could it be possible, how could this happen." The voice was full of despair and unwillingness, as if it was an accusation of fate.

Outside, Caitlin burst into laughter, her wanton laughter echoed in the empty air for a long time, filled with the joy and pride of a winner. Her laughter was like thunder, resounding through the sky, impossible to ignore. Her eyes were shining with excitement, and that light was like the bright stars in the night sky, dazzling and hot, as if it could illuminate the whole world. She put her hands on her hips, raised her head and laughed, and said in a loud voice: "This is how powerful I am. Do you feel how powerful I am? Hahaha!" At this moment, Caitlin's eyes were full of smugness, as if she was announcing her victory to the world. Her face was filled with a victorious smile, which was full of confidence and pride, and her teeth were shining white in the sun.

During this period of time, Caitlin has been in the trough of life, her heart filled with pain and confusion. In those days, she was like a lamb lost in the darkness, unable to find the direction to move forward, and her heart was filled with helplessness and despair. Her eyes often revealed a kind of confusion and helplessness, as if the whole world was full of malice towards her. Her soul was greatly traumatized, and those painful memories were like sharp blades, piercing her heart. She wandered alone in the streets and alleys, watching people passing by in a hurry, feeling extremely lonely and lost in her heart.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was haggard, and her eyes revealed deep fatigue. Her clothes were tattered, covered with stains and wrinkles, as if they were the external manifestation of her inner pain. Her steps were heavy and slow, as if every step required great effort. Her heart was deeply traumatized, and those painful memories were like sharp blades, piercing her heart. She had cried silently countless times at night, her tears soaking her pillow, her heart was filled with pain and helplessness.

However, now that she had finally won the victory, it was like a shower of nectar that moistened everything in the drought-stricken land, making her feel unprecedented joy and satisfaction. For a moment, Caitlin was filled with emotion, and the past flashed before her eyes like vivid pictures.

At that time, she was just a young child, with an innocent smile on her innocent face, which was as bright and warm as a flower blooming in spring. There was a gleam of curiosity in her eyes, full of expectations and longings for the world. Her pink cheeks were like ripe apples, making people want to pinch them. Her hair was soft and smooth, fluttering gently in the breeze, like a ray of golden sunshine. However, she was ruthlessly called a "witch" by the ignorant elders in the village. In that ignorant era, this title was undoubtedly a terrible curse, which meant that she would face an extremely tragic fate. She was sentenced to be burned to death in the blazing flames at the entrance of the village, and could not grow up healthily and happily under the love and care of the elders like other children.

Those dark days were like a heavy mountain, weighing heavily on her young heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. She cried silently countless times at night, her heart filled with fear and despair. Her tears soaked the pillow, and her heart was filled with pain and helplessness. She often hid in a corner alone, shivering, her eyes filled with fear and anxiety. She didn't dare to go out or communicate with others, as if the whole world was full of hostility towards her.

Now, this hard-won victory is like a ray of hope, illuminating her life path that was once full of haze, allowing her to regain the confidence and courage that she had lost for a long time. She knows that this is a turning point in her life. From now on, she will bid farewell to the pain and confusion of the past and move towards a future full of hope. Her eyes are full of determination and determination. She believes that her future will be even better. She raised her head and looked into the distance, her heart full of expectations and yearning for the future.