Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Caitlin's eyes were like a pool of deep, cold dead water, without any sign of life. They were as deep as the bottomless abyss, and seemed to contain a strange magic that could easily and mercilessly suck people's souls into them, making people feel cold on their backs, and the hairs on their bodies stood up, and they felt creepy. She was like a statue whose soul had been forcibly taken out. She stood there stiffly, staring blankly at the elder in front of her whose body was severely burned and whose life was like a candle swaying in the wind. Her heart seemed to be crushed by a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds. The deep grief was like a surging, overwhelming tide, which came at her madly with overwhelming force, as if to devour her entire soul mercilessly and completely, leaving her no chance to breathe, and almost suffocating her in this endless grief.

The memories of the past were like a yellowed and old film reel, playing in her mind tirelessly. Those once beautiful and warm moments were now like sharp blades, ruthlessly stabbing her fragile heart again and again, forcibly pulling her thoughts back from the beautiful memories to the cruel reality, back to the tragic battle scene on the city wall that was so tragic that people could not bear to watch it. Those bloody scenes lingered in her heart like a nightmare, lingering and following her everywhere, making her suffer the pain all the time.

Caitlin slowly raised her head, her eyes revealed an unwavering look, her eyes were as firm as steel, and she looked straight at the mysterious and elusive block in front of her. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a confident and complacent smile, which seemed to contain an irresistible power, as if it could dispel all darkness and let light return to the world. Her voice was steady and powerful, and every word seemed to contain endless power. She said confidently: "Because I am an alchemist, I can see through the laws of everything in this world. Everything can also keenly perceive my sadness and anger, and they will willingly help me conquer those who have caused me pain. They are my most sincere friends and my closest family. No one can replace them." Her words were firm and powerful, echoing in the air for a long time, with an unquestionable determination, as if she was announcing her determination and belief to the whole world.

As soon as she finished speaking, a brilliant and dazzling purple flame suddenly ignited in the air. The blazing flame seemed to contain endless mysterious power, instantly wrapping the mysterious cube tightly in it, making it seem as if it was in a sea of ​​​​blazing purple fire. The flame danced happily, as if it had a living life, exuding a powerful breath that made people's heart palpitate, as if showing its majesty and inviolability to the world.

Shocking cracks began to appear on the surface of the block, which was originally made of extremely solid bricks. These cracks spread rapidly at an alarming speed like a dense spider web, as if they were going to tear the entire block apart mercilessly. The cracks continued to expand, making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, as if the block was groaning in pain. The sound was particularly clear in the silent air, and people couldn't help but feel terrified.

Then, with a deafening roar that resounded through the sky, the block exploded under the impact of this powerful force, and the broken stones flew around like flowers scattered by fairies. The scene was extremely spectacular and breathtaking. The stones drew graceful arcs in the air, and with a strong impact, they hit the ground fiercely, raising a cloud of dust that covered the sky and made everything around them blurry, as if the whole world was shrouded by this powerful force.

The Purple Vermilion Bird was seen walking out of the cube with his head held high and his chest puffed out. His body was tall and straight, like a towering mountain, emitting a powerful aura that made people dare not approach easily. Every step he took seemed to carry a force of a thousand pounds, causing the ground to tremble slightly. In his hand, he held a sharp blade burning with purple flames. The flames jumped happily, as if showing the world the endless power and majesty it contained, making people afraid. The flames illuminated his face, making his face look even more hideous and terrifying, as if he was a demon from hell, making people shudder.

Purple Vermilion Bird's eyes were wide open, full of disdain and arrogance, as if he looked down on everything in the world, regarding everything as insignificant ants. He roared at the top of his voice, "You are just a charlatan who talks nonsense, what's so great about you!" His voice echoed in the air like thunder, with a strong sense of provocation, making people's hearts tremble, as if the whole world was shaking in his roar.

Before he finished speaking, his figure rushed forward like an arrow from a bow, so fast that people only saw a black shadow flashing like lightning before their eyes, and it disappeared from people's sight in an instant, leaving only a gust of wind whistling in the air, blowing the surrounding grass and trees rustling, and the branches and leaves shaking violently, as if they were frightened by this sudden change. Wherever the gust of wind passed, dust flew up, making it impossible to open your eyes, as if nature was also shocked by this fierce conflict.

Caitlin's eyes were fixed on the knife burning with purple flames in Zi Zhuque's hand. The expression on her face instantly became extremely serious, as if the whole world was left with only that knife, and everything else no longer existed. Her eyes were full of vigilance and determination, a kind of determination to face death with indifference, which moved people. Her eyes seemed to tell the world that she would not retreat, would not be afraid, and even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, she would move forward without hesitation.

She took a deep breath, as if she wanted to suck all the air around her into her lungs to gain more strength. Her chest rose and fell violently with her breathing, as if she was accumulating a powerful force to give herself enough courage and strength to face all the difficulties and obstacles in front of her. The rising and falling chest was like a surging wave, containing endless strength and determination.

Then, she slammed her hands on the ground, and with all her strength, she shouted loudly, "You are so hard to kill, so hard to kill, Purple Vermillion Bird!"