Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The energy of heaven and earth is like heavenly soldiers and generals descending to the earth with the might of thunder. The majestic momentum is like rolling thunder, shaking the heaven and earth, and its mighty posture is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It is as if thousands of horses are galloping past, the sound of hooves is like thunder, resounding through the sky, and the momentum is as surging as a mountain and sea. With a resolute and fearless power, with an invincible momentum that no one else can do it, like a raging torrent, it rushes forward recklessly. This majestic power seems to contain endless mysteries and energy in the universe, as if it wants to crush all obstacles in the world without leaving them even the slightest chance to breathe.

Without hesitation, they rushed straight towards the long-pervading thousand-year miasma. This thousand-year miasma was extremely eerie and terrifying, and strange and abnormal, like a thick mass of ink that spread wantonly in the air, giving people a heavy and oppressive feeling that was almost impossible to breathe. The miasma seemed to have life, eroding everything around it with its fangs and claws, as if it wanted to devour people's souls mercilessly. When the Qiankun Qi first came into contact with the thousand-year miasma, a violent collision that shocked the world and made ghosts weep broke out. At that moment, the heaven and earth seemed to tremble violently, and the whole world seemed to be caught in a doomsday-like turmoil. The earth made a dull roar, as if it was about to fall apart and turn into nothingness under this powerful force. The Qiankun Qi was like an unstoppable and powerful torrent, quickly assimilating the thousand-year miasma with a majestic momentum that crushed everything in its path. The thousand-year-old miasma had no power to resist the powerful force of the Qiankun Qi, and gradually merged into it, becoming a part of the Qiankun Qi, just like a king completely conquering the loser.

Then, the Qiankun Qi that merged with the miasma of a thousand years, like a dazzling lightning that tore through the darkness, rushed towards Wang Xunhai with unparalleled speed and strength. Wang Xunhai's originally scarred body began to repair at an astonishing speed under the nourishment of this powerful force. His originally bent spine slowly straightened up, and each vertebra made a crackling sound, like steel that was re-empowered and indestructible. His originally weak body gradually regained its vitality, his muscles became tight and strong again, and the breath flowing in his meridians became more vigorous, and it regained its powerful vitality, as if a dead tree had come back to life. His eyes were as cold as frost, and he looked at Emperor Chu indifferently. There seemed to be endless chill in his eyes, which made people shudder. Those eyes seemed to be two sharp ice knives, piercing people's hearts, as if an invisible force was tightly strangling their throats, almost suffocating them. Then, he raised his powerful fist and swung it forward without hesitation. Veins bulged on his fist, and the muscles were tense, as if it contained the power to destroy everything. The momentum seemed to completely destroy everything in front of him and turn it into dust.

When the King of Chu saw this, he immediately showed an angry expression on his face. He looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound was like an enraged lion, resounding through the sky. His roar contained endless anger and majesty, as if to shake the whole world. He swung his fist vigorously, and lightning and thunder intertwined on his fist, and the light flashed brightly. The dazzling light was like a scorching sun in the sky, hot and dazzling, as if to completely illuminate everything around. Lightning jumped and galloped on his fist, making crackling sounds, as if it contained a terrifying power to destroy everything, which was daunting. He also rushed towards Wang Xunhai without flinching, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness, as if no power in the world could stop his steps. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, his steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be on the pulse of the earth. He was the master of this world, and no one could compete with him.

The two men's fists collided violently again. In an instant, two extremely powerful forces attacked each other, like two bright stars colliding violently in the vast universe, erupting with incomparable and amazing energy. At that moment, all the power was released without reservation, and the space seemed to be distorted by this powerful force. The ground was overwhelmed by this terrifying force, and it made a dull and heavy sound, as if the earth was groaning in pain and wailing in despair. The ground was torn apart abruptly, and the huge cracks spread around like the mouth of a hideous beast. It turned into countless fragments, flying everywhere, raising dust all over the sky. The dust covered the sky and the sun, like a doomsday sandstorm, blurring people's vision. The buildings on the surrounding streets also exploded instantly under the violent impact of this force. Bricks, tiles, wood chips and other building materials flew freely in the air, interweaving into a terrifying scene like the advent of doomsday. The sound of buildings collapsing was like a symphony of the end of the world. Half of the city was reduced to ruins in the fierce battle between the two men. There were broken walls and broken walls everywhere, and smoke and dust filled the sky. The scene was like hell, as if the end of the world was really unfolding before people's eyes, making people tremble with fear.

Wang Xunhai and Chu Di, relying on their own powerful strength, were suspended in the air. They looked at each other, their eyes full of determination and strong fighting spirit. That look seemed to be able to penetrate everything and burn the other's soul to ashes. Where their eyes met, it seemed as if sparks flew and the air was scorching. They seemed to want to completely defeat each other, make the other bow down in front of them, and become their defeated generals. Then, they swung their fists at each other again, punching each other to the flesh, and every collision made a crackling roar like thunder. Chu Di's fist was like a thunder that shook the world, and like a dazzling lightning that cut through the dark night sky, with a magnificent momentum of destroying the world, it hit Wang Xunhai hard. That power seemed to be able to raze the mountains to the ground in an instant, and the space was squeezed by this power and made a buzzing sound.

Seeing this, Wang Xunhai hurriedly crossed his hands in front of his chest, trying to protect his chest. However, he was hit by a huge force like a violent gale. This force was so strong that Wang Xunhai couldn't help but feel a sweetness in his throat and spurted out a stream of blood. The blood drew an arc in the air, like a blooming blood-colored flower, sad and tragic. The hidden injuries in his body caused by long-term practice were also completely stimulated at this moment. The dull pain was like countless ants gnawing wildly in his body. Every inch of skin and every bone was suffering from this endless pain. It seemed to tear his body apart completely, making him fall into endless pain. But he still clenched his teeth tightly and endured the piercing pain. His eyes were still full of determination and indomitable, and that look seemed to be a lighthouse that would never go out. No matter how windy and rainy it was, it still stood firm and exuded a tenacious light.