Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Li Jing's expression was filled with deep worry. His frowning brows were like a heavy mountain, as if carrying a heavy burden. His tightly pursed lips were like a closed gate, trying to lock up his inner anxiety. However, these subtle expressions all showed his inner torment and struggle. He once again cast his eyes on Nezha in front of him. His eyes seemed to contain a deep world. There was deep concern for his son, which was like a gurgling stream, warm and delicate; there was deep worry about the unknown, which was like a heavy haze, oppressive and heavy; there was also endless confusion about the challenges to be faced, which was like a vast fog, making people lose their way. Then, he shook his head helplessly, and this shake of his head seemed to be a heavy sigh, carrying endless thoughts and worries. In that slight movement, it seemed to contain his helplessness towards fate and his powerlessness towards reality, as if he was a small boat swaying in the wind and waves, unable to control his own direction.

Then, Li Jing's body moved like lightning, leaping up like a bolt of lightning that cut through the darkness. His body was agile and nimble, and he instantly turned into a dazzling golden light.

The light was incomparably hot, like a blazing sun, emitting endless heat and power; it was also like the twinkling stars in the night sky, dazzling and illuminating the entire world.

This ray of light rushed towards the vast sky at an astonishing speed, like a meteor streaking across the sky, leaving a brilliant trail. At that moment, his figure seemed to merge with the sky and become a part of the world.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the sky, leaving behind only a faint trace of light, like a trace in memory, proving that he had been here, but left in such a hurry.

Nezha stared closely at the figure of his father moving away in the sky, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He was reluctant to leave his father, and that reluctance was like a thread wrapped around his heart, making him feel a pang of pain; he was confused about the future, and that confusion was like a layer of fog, covering his mind and making him unable to see the road ahead; he was also unwilling to accept his own fate, and that unwillingness burned in his heart like a flame, making him eager to break free and change his fate. Gradually, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and he looked like a beast trapped in a cage, which made people shudder. There was a mad breath in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour everything in the world and turn it into his own power.

Suddenly, Nezha said, "Big brother, do you want to meet Wang Xunhai, who possesses the divine inheritance and is about to ascend to heaven?" There was a hint of provocation in his voice, and that provocation was like a flame in the wind, swaying gently, but containing endless danger; it also seemed to contain some unspeakable temptation, that temptation was like a sweet poison, which made people want to try it even though they knew it was dangerous.

Hearing this, Nezha's eldest and second brothers couldn't help but show a tangled look on their faces. The eldest brother frowned, and his frown was like a knotted rope, showing his inner contradiction and struggle. He said hesitantly: "Father doesn't allow us to act rashly." His eyes were full of concerns, and those concerns were like heavy shackles, restraining his actions and making him dare not easily disobey his father's words.

Nezha waved his hand and said to his elder brother: "If you don't follow me, I can go alone. I will get the benefits of the inheritance of God by myself." His words revealed a firm determination, which was as hard as steel and unshakable. His eyes flashed with confidence, as if he had seen the glorious scene after obtaining the inheritance of God. The scene was like a gorgeous painting, slowly unfolding in his mind.

The second brother heard this and struggled in his heart. He was hesitant and greedy. He was afraid of going against his father's wishes, but he also longed for the power of God's inheritance. In the fierce struggle in his heart, greed finally prevailed. Greed, like the claws of the devil, tightly grasped his heart and made him unable to extricate himself.

Finally, he couldn't suppress the strong desire in his heart. He gritted his teeth, which made a clattering sound, as if he was fighting against his conscience. Finally, he said, "Forget it, I'll go with you!" So the second brother followed Nezha and walked forward. Their steps were firm and resolute, like the rhythm of a war drum, full of strength and determination. It seemed that they had put everything aside and only had the mysterious inheritance of God in their eyes.

In a deep and quiet mountain, an old Bull Demon was lying quietly on the ground. The mountain was lush and green, with towering ancient trees. The dense branches and leaves intertwined together to form a green sky, cutting the sunlight into tiny spots of light and sprinkling them on the ground. The pervasive mysterious atmosphere was like a layer of gauze, gently covering the entire valley. The Bull Demon's body was huge and heavy, and its rough skin was like ancient bark, with interlaced textures and full of traces of time. Its body was integrated with the mountain, as if it had been sleeping here for a thousand years and had become a part of the mountain.

At this time, it slowly opened its cloudy eyes, revealing a subtle excitement. The light of excitement flickered in its cloudy eyes, like a spark that suddenly burst out from a dying charcoal fire. Although weak, it contained endless vitality. It opened its mouth and murmured in a low and hoarse voice: "In the lower world, has the inheritance of God finally appeared? So which god will be the inheritance of God this time?" Its voice echoed in the valley, carrying an ancient and mysterious charm, as if it was a call from ancient times, crossing the barriers of time and space and echoing in this valley.

The tall bull demon, as big as a mountain, slowly stood up from the ground. Its movements were a little slow, and each movement seemed to carry the weight of years. Its muscles slowly moved under its skin, making a low friction sound, as if the pulse of the earth was beating. However, despite its slow movements, it still revealed a strong power. The power seemed to come from the depths of the earth, like a sleeping dragon about to wake up, making people feel an irresistible majesty. It said firmly: "But no matter what the inheritance of the gods is, I will go and see it, and fight for it. I also want to get the opportunity to become a god." Its words were full of determination and desire. The determination was as firm as a rock, and the desire was as hot as a flame, as if this was its lifelong pursuit and the meaning of its existence.

After saying that, it took heavy steps and walked towards the direction of the inheritance of God. Every step it took made the earth tremble, and the shocking power spread around like an earthquake. The birds in the valley were startled, and they flapped their wings and flew to the sky in panic, and their cries echoed in the valley. The wild beasts also felt this powerful force and fled in all directions. Their footsteps and screams intertwined, forming a chaotic scene. The figure of the Bull Demon gradually walked away in the mountains and forests, leaving only a turbulent atmosphere, which was like the aftermath of a storm and lingered for a long time.