Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The brother's thoughts were like a surging, unstoppable tide, sweeping in with overwhelming force. The memories of the past were like ancient paintings that had gone through the vicissitudes of time, appearing more and more clearly in his mind one by one.

He recalled his past life, a dark time filled with blood and killing. In those unbearable years, every scene seemed like a scene from hell, filled with the breath of death and despair.

In the endless pursuit, he was like a lone boat swaying in the storm, struggling with all his might, trying to break free of the heavy and indestructible shackles of fate. Every pursuit was like an extremely terrifying nightmare, following him like a shadow, not only torturing his body mercilessly, but also cruelly destroying his mind, making him feel exhausted physically and mentally, and on the verge of collapse.

However, it was during this brutal and outrageous pursuit that he gradually transformed like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, after a painful struggle and hardship, and finally gained incomparably powerful strength. However, the price paid for this powerful strength was so painful that it was beyond words. During the long and bloody pursuit, the people around him left him one by one like withered autumn leaves in late autumn.

Those close friends who had fought alongside him and shared life and death with him, those relatives he was deeply attached to and loved immensely, no matter those who occupied a crucial position in his life or those who seemed insignificant, were all ruthlessly swallowed up in this cruel torrent of fate, disappearing without a trace, without even a trace left.

Until the end, he was the only lonely figure left between heaven and earth, all alone. He had gone through numerous hardships and finally ascended to the throne of the emperor. However, this supreme position made him fall into endless loneliness and sadness.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself in his heart: "Is this the price of becoming the emperor?" These brief words were filled with endless helplessness and deep sadness, as if they were a sigh from the deepest part of the soul, echoing in this empty world for a long time.

The helpless and sad voice of the elder brother continued to echo in this vast world. On the other side, Wang Xunhai's heart was also burning with unshakable faith.

He deeply understood that in this world where the strong prey on the weak, only by breaking through to the supreme level could he have enough power to protect those precious people around him. His eyes slowly fell on Madam Feng, and his eyes contained complex and deep emotions.

Among them, there is a deep attachment to the good old days, which are memories full of laughter and joy, like a series of colorful paintings, slowly unfolding in his heart; there is a reluctance to part, which is a kind of heart-wrenching pain, as if the whole world has become dim and dull in an instant; there is also a faint worry about the future full of unknowns, which is a kind of confusion and fear of fate, like a thick fog, shrouding his heart.

Mrs. Feng felt his gaze keenly, and her cheeks instantly turned as red as the gorgeous sunset in the sky. Her shy look was like a blooming flower, delicate and beautiful.

Zi Zhuque took in all of this. He looked at Wang Xunhai deeply, then turned his gaze to Madam Feng, and then laughed. That smile seemed to contain many words that he wanted to say but couldn't, like a mysterious mystery that made people want to explore the deep meaning.

At the same time, in the mysterious and ancient Xiaoyao Gate, Concubine Li Qing sat quietly on a high seat. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and she looked at the Emperor of Chu kneeling in front of her without a trace of emotion.

Her heart was filled with a twisted pleasure, a perverted pleasure brought by an extreme desire for power and satisfaction. She laughed and said, "It feels so good to trample on power and the strongest!"

Her wanton laughter reverberated in the empty and silent hall like a ghost, the sound was sharp and shrill, as if it was going to tear the cold air apart. The laughter was extremely penetrating and particularly harsh, like an extremely sharp blade, piercing the eardrums of everyone present without mercy. The strong discomfort spread quickly throughout the body like an electric current, making people feel terrified, as if they were in an ice cellar, with the chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The King of Chu knelt alone on the freezing cold ground. The chill seemed to penetrate his skin and reach his bones. His body trembled slightly involuntarily, like a dead leaf shivering in the cold wind.

His face deliberately showed a submissive look, but beneath this submissive appearance, it seemed as if a volcano was about to erupt. His eyes seemed dim, but they inadvertently revealed a hint of stubbornness, as if he had helplessly accepted his tragic fate.

However, deep in his eyes, there was a raging rage, an extreme anger after being ruthlessly humiliated, and a strong unwillingness to have his own dignity wantonly trampled upon.

The anger was like burning magma, surging in his eyes and seemed ready to erupt at any time.

Deep in his heart, he secretly swore that he would never become anyone's humble lackey forever. He must do his best to break through the solid cage that bound him and regain the dignity and supreme glory that originally belonged to him.

The rage was like a volcano about to erupt violently, containing endless powerful strength and unwavering determination. This determination was as hard as steel and could not be shaken. There seemed to be a voice in his heart shouting: "I will definitely break free of these shackles and make those who humiliated me pay the price!"

Li Qingfei was immersed in this brief pleasure of power, and for a moment she looked a little dazed. She slowly narrowed her narrow eyes, revealing a hint of intoxication, and took a deep breath of the unique smell of power, as if this smell had a magical power that could make her completely forget all the troubles and sorrows in the world.

The smell was like a deadly poison, which made her involuntarily fall into a state of illusory satisfaction. A smug smile appeared on her face, as if the whole world was under her control.

However, she didn't realize that the anger in the heart of the Emperor of Chu was accumulating like a volcano, just waiting for the right moment to erupt completely and burn everything in front of him to ashes. The anger was like a terrifying beast that had been sleeping for a long time, quietly dormant in the darkness, accumulating strength. Once it wakes up from its slumber, it will bring devastating and terrible consequences, making the whole world tremble. The power of this beast is so strong that it seems to be able to destroy everything that hinders it, and let all enemies turn into ashes under its anger.