Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The Emperor of Chu tried his best to struggle to get up from the bone-chilling ground that seemed like the Nine Netherworld. The coldness was like countless sharp ice blades, piercing his bones like crazy, making him feel like he was in an ice cellar that had existed for thousands of years, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen. His body seemed to be suppressed by an extremely heavy, towering and indestructible invisible mountain that was like an ancient sacred mountain. Every tiny movement seemed to be carrying a huge burden, which was extremely difficult, and people's hearts could not help but tighten for him, as if his body would be completely crushed by this heavy pressure in the next moment.

His muscles were tensed to the limit, and his veins bulged out like angry dragons, as if he was doing his best to fight a life-and-death battle with the invisible heavy pressure. Every struggle was like a tiny ant trying to shake a towering tree, and the results were minimal and almost negligible.

At this moment, the extremely weak breath left in his body was like a candle flame struggling and swaying in the gale. The weak flame flickered under the wanton destruction of the gale, as if it would be blown out by the ruthless gale in the next moment. His life was on the verge of collapse, as if if he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss of no return and disappear into ashes.

In such a desperate situation, even if he could use up his last bit of strength and barely support himself to stand up, it would be a futile struggle after all. The desperate scene made people feel deeply sad for his tragic fate, as if the whole world was crying for his misfortune, and a sad atmosphere permeated the world.

The Emperor of Chu's lips kept trembling slightly, and the trembling was like the yellow leaves falling in the cold wind of late autumn. He slowly opened his lips with great difficulty, and murmured to himself in an almost inaudible voice: "Why did it evolve into such a situation? Why did I fall into such a miserable and sad situation?" His voice was full of deep confusion and endless pain. The pain seemed to be like a surging tide, pouring out from the deepest part of his soul and turning into this desperate cry. This voice echoed in this cold and silent space, and it seemed particularly desolate.

His eyes were filled with confusion and unwillingness, a sad and angry questioning of the injustice of fate, and a helpless and painful accusation of his own tragic experience. His eyes seemed to want to penetrate this dark, cruel and ruthless reality, desperately looking for an answer to all this, but all he got in response was the boundless, almost suffocating despair. The despair was like a thick black fog, tightly enveloping him, making him unable to break free no matter what, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world and became a lonely existence.

In this dead silence that seemed like a dead zone, a chaotic and irregular sound of footsteps came from far away. The footsteps were like the sound of dull and depressing drums, and every step seemed to hit people's hearts hard, abruptly breaking this extremely depressing atmosphere, making people's hearts beat violently with the rhythm of the footsteps, as if foreshadowing some unknown fate was about to come.

Li Qingfei had a graceful and graceful figure. Her skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a gorgeous blooming flower, exuding charming charm. The fluttering of her skirt was like a willow branch swaying in the spring breeze, light and graceful, which made people look sideways. She slowly approached the King of Chu, who had collapsed on the ground, his breath was as weak as a gossamer, and his life was in danger. Every step brought an invisible pressure.

Her eyes were filled with complex and incomprehensible emotions. She stared at the emperor who was once majestic, invincible, and in control of the world. She was filled with emotion. He used to be an emperor who was high above and in control of the world, but now he has ended up in such a tragic end. This huge contrast made her heart surge with deep emotion. The past glory and the present desolation formed a sharp contrast, like an absurd dream, which was unbelievable. She could only sigh helplessly, and then slowly said: "Emperor Chu, your life is now at stake, and you are only one step away from embarking on the road to the underworld. There are only two roads in front of you for you to choose." Her voice was cold and emotionless, as if she was stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.

When the King of Chu heard this, he used all his strength to raise his head with great difficulty. His face showed an expression of pain and struggle, and every wrinkle seemed to silently tell the endless torment he endured deep in his heart. The pain seemed to have been engraved into his bones, making his face distorted, like a painting eroded by time, full of vicissitudes and sadness.

His eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and despair, but also a trace of indomitable stubbornness. He said weakly: "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly, otherwise I will die soon and you will only be able to talk to the empty air." His voice was extremely weak and hoarse, like the sound of an old bellows, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty. There was a trace of unwillingness and determination in that voice, which made people admire his tenacity. Even in a desperate situation, he still maintained his dignity and pride.

Li Qingfei's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a look full of disdain, and her eyes were filled with contempt and ridicule. She shook her head gently and said, "You are still so unruly, but it's a pity that your arrogance in front of me is just a meaningless and useless struggle. The method I mentioned is actually very simple, that is, let me take a bite of you, and then you accept the power of the undead in my body. In this way, you can become a zombie under my command and get a precious chance to be reborn. This is your only way to survive and your last glimmer of hope. You should think about it carefully, Emperor Chu." Her eyes revealed a trace of extreme indifference, as if she was looking at an object that had completely lost all its value. The indifferent eyes made people feel a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts, as if they could freeze people's souls. Her words were like a cold wind, ruthlessly blowing on Emperor Chu's already fragile heart.