Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Madam Feng's face was as gloomy as frost, and her face, which should have been gentle, was now filled with gloom.

Her eyes were like a bottomless pool, staring intently at the place where the body had been placed. The solemnity and astonishment revealed in her eyes were like a thick haze that was hard to ignore.

At this moment, there was nothing there. Where the body was supposed to be, there was only a chilling cold blankness.

The blank space was like a silent giant mouth, seemingly telling some unspeakable strange changes, which made people shudder.

The surrounding air seemed to be affected by some mysterious force and suddenly solidified.

An extremely depressing atmosphere spread like a tide, making it difficult to breathe, as if the whole world had fallen into deathly silence.

Mrs. Feng's brows were tightly locked together, forming a deep "川" character. Her heart was filled with endless doubts and unspeakable uneasiness.

Why did the body suddenly disappear without a trace?

This question was like a heavy boulder, weighing heavily on her heart, making her feel extremely heavy and confused. She racked her brains, trying to find a clue from the corner of her memory, but everything was in vain. She couldn't figure out what kind of secrets and conspiracies were hidden under this seemingly calm appearance.

Madam Feng slowly raised her head, as if she was carrying a heavy burden. Her eyes revealed a serious and anxious look, like a sky covered with dark clouds, which made people feel depressed. She frowned and said in a deep voice: "It's over. The Emperor of Chu seems to have escaped, or someone else has taken care of him." Her voice was low and solemn, and every word seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. "This matter is of great importance and is related to the direction of the entire situation. The disappearance of the Emperor of Chu will undoubtedly cause an uproar among all forces. We must go back and inform Wang Xunhai immediately and let him decide this matter." Madam Feng's eyes flashed with a trace of determination, "Time is running out, we can't delay at all. There may be many unknown dangers and obstacles along the way, but we must move forward without hesitation and pass this news to Wang Xunhai as soon as possible to see how he handles this difficult matter."

In this city that has been ravaged by war and has almost become a ruin, broken walls and ruins can be seen everywhere like hideous wounds, and the air is filled with a heart-wrenching bleak atmosphere.

The King of Narnia was like a ghost, quietly lurking in a dimly lit house. His body was hidden in the shadows, but his eyes, like cold stars, stared at the Purple Vermilion Bird and Lady Feng on the street. There was a trace of cold indifference and deep unwillingness in his eyes, which seemed to penetrate the darkness and reach people's hearts. He gritted his teeth and whispered to himself: "It seems that I, the yellow bird who wanted to reap the benefits, am not doing well. Damn it! The fight between these guys was extremely fierce, as fierce as a storm, and the thrilling degree was beyond my imagination. Every move and every style of theirs contained endless power and murderous intent, making the entire battlefield shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere. In such a fierce battle, I couldn't find a suitable opportunity to intervene, and could only watch the situation develop. This really made me feel extremely annoyed and angry."

After saying this, the face of the King of Narnia was covered with regret and helplessness like dark clouds, and the deep lines seemed to be the mark of sorrow carved by the years. He sighed heavily, and the sigh was like the cold wind of late autumn, carrying endless sorrow and boredom, slowly spreading in the air. He shook his head slowly, and the sense of loss revealed in his eyes was like the deep lake water, cold and heavy.

Then, he turned around, his heavy steps seemed to be dragging a heavy burden, and every step seemed so difficult. His figure gradually faded away in the darkness, like a lone boat drifting in the vast ocean, and finally slowly merged into the boundless darkness, as if his whole body was ruthlessly swallowed by the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, in a quiet forest far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, Wang Xunhai sat cross-legged on one knee on the slightly damp ground. His face was like a calm lake, without a ripple, his eyes were closed, and his whole body was like a solidified statue, quiet and deep, as if he was pondering some profound and obscure questions.

The trees around him were tall and straight, like ancient guards, quietly guarding the land. The breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled, the sound was gentle and harmonious, as if it was a beautiful accompaniment composed by nature for his meditation.

Suddenly, his eyes, which had been tightly closed for a long time, slowly opened, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, which was like the mist in the morning, hazy and ethereal; but in that confusion, there seemed to be a subtle epiphany, like a ray of dawn in the darkness. What came into his eyes was the familiar brother in front of him.

The figure of the elder brother is looming in the mottled light and shadow, looking a little hazy, but giving people an inexplicable sense of security. The picture of light and shadow interweaving seems like an ancient scroll, full of mysterious atmosphere.

In this vast and boundless forest, the lush and vibrant vegetation is like an endless green ocean, lush and dense, overflowing with endless vitality and vigor. Every leaf seems to be sucking in the fresh and pure air, enjoying the gift of nature to its heart's content; every branch is stretching outward with all its strength, as if showing the perseverance and beauty of life to the whole world.

Wang Xunhai stood up slowly and with difficulty. His movements were slow and a little laborious, but they contained an unwavering strength. During this short period of time when he stood up, something surprising happened quietly.

His eyes, which were originally as dark and deep as ink, actually began to change slowly. The change was not obvious at first, but there seemed to be a very subtle strange light surging in the deepest part of his eyes.

As time passed, the light became stronger and stronger, just like a blazing flame, extremely hot and dazzling. His eyes gradually changed from black to brilliant golden yellow, which was particularly eye-catching in the lush forest, like two shining pearls, releasing a mysterious and powerful aura, making everything around them pale in comparison.