Journey to the Mysterious Sea

After hearing this, the elder brother couldn't help but sigh softly. The sigh sounded slowly, long and heavy, as if an ancient bell was slowly struck, and the deep and distant sound slowly spread in the air.

Each note carries a heavy burden, as if telling the vicissitudes of life and the difficulties of life. The sigh seemed to contain endless helplessness and emotion, like a deep undercurrent, quietly spreading in the air, making the surrounding atmosphere depressing. He shook his head slowly, revealing an indescribable fatigue and vicissitudes in his eyes. His eyes seemed to have experienced countless storms and became a little dim, as if they had lost their former glory. He said slowly: "This is also the last resort."

Upon hearing the sound, Wang Xunhai slowly sat cross-legged on the ground. His movements were steady and firm, like an ancient mountain that still stood tall despite years of erosion. His posture was as steady as a mountain, and every subtle movement seemed so calm and unhurried. His eyes were firm and focused, and there seemed to be a never-extinguished flame burning in his eyes, hot and bright, as if it could illuminate the road ahead. Then, he slowly closed his eyes, and in an instant, the air around him seemed to solidify, and the whole world fell into silence, as if time had stopped flowing at this moment. In this silence, Wang Xunhai seemed to have entered a world that belonged only to him, and everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Then, the surrounding energy seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force and began to gather towards him like a tide. The energy surged like a thousand horses galloping, with an unstoppable momentum. The entire space was filled with this powerful energy, which made people feel an incomparable shock. Mysterious runes gradually appeared on his body, and these runes flashed with strange light. The light was colorful and gorgeous like a dream.

Each ray of light seemed to contain endless power, as if the secrets of the universe were revealed in him. These runes were like ancient totems, containing mysterious power that made people marvel. Wang Xunhai devoted himself to cultivation, his breathing became steady and deep, and every breath seemed to merge with the heaven and earth, echoing with the rhythm of nature. He seemed to be having a silent dialogue with the heaven and earth, feeling the power and wisdom of nature.

He constantly accumulates his strength, trying to break through his own limits. His perseverance is moving. His body trembles slightly, and sweat drips from his forehead like pearls. Every drop of sweat seems to be a testimony of his efforts. But his eyes are still firm, without the slightest intention of retreating. He has only one belief in his heart, that is, to constantly surpass himself and pursue a higher realm.

The elder brother looked at Wang Xunhai practicing so attentively, and a trace of relief appeared in his eyes. His eyes were full of expectation and trust, and they seemed like a warm ocean, embracing everything. He said firmly: "That's it, just focus on practicing, and I will help you solve any other problems, and I will help you block any storms. Before you grow up, I will never let you get hurt, and you will never die young, and you will never die on the road to growth like I did before." The elder brother's words were full of power, and his voice was as loud as a bell, as if it was a solid barrier, guarding Wang Xunhai, protecting him from wind and rain, and allowing him to practice with peace of mind. The elder brother's eyes were full of determination, and he was willing to give everything for Wang Xunhai's growth. This selfless dedication is admirable.

At the same time, in a vast forest outside, a red figure suddenly descended like a meteor. It was so fast that people only felt a flash before their eyes, and a light and shadow appeared in front of them. The appearance of this figure was like a bright meteor across the night sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The red figure is wrapped in a bright red scarf, which flutters in the wind like a burning flame, hot and dazzling. The edges of the scarf are shining with golden light, as if inlaid with countless bright stars, adding a bit of mystery. This scarf is not only a decoration, but also a symbol, symbolizing his unique identity and powerful power.

This man does not look like an ordinary person. His posture is upright, like a towering tree, standing between heaven and earth. His body is straight like a pine tree, exuding a majestic aura that people dare not underestimate. His muscles are clearly defined and full of strength, and each muscle seems to contain endless explosive power.

His muscles were as hard as steel, showing an unparalleled beauty of strength. He exuded an innate arrogance, and his fiery aura made people stay away and dare not approach him easily.

His eyes were sharp and deep, as if he could see through everything. The light in his eyes was as dazzling as lightning, making people dare not look at him. His eyes were full of confidence and pride, as if the whole world was under his control. And beside him, stood his brother.

He was Nezha. Nezha frowned slightly, and his two sword-like eyebrows were like two sharp swords, revealing a heroic spirit. His eyebrows were thick and slender, and the slightly upward angle showed his confidence and courage. His eyes flashed with a firm light, like two bright stars, shining in the darkness. He said to his brother: "I feel the fluctuation of immortal energy here."

There was a hint of excitement and doubt in his voice, which was clear and loud, like the chirping of birds in the morning, echoing in the silent forest. His voice was full of vitality and curiosity, making people feel his desire to explore the unknown. After hearing what Nezha said, the elder brother showed a look of surprise on his face, his eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "Can you feel the fluctuations of the immortal energy?"

The elder brother's voice was full of shock and confusion, his mouth slightly open, as if he had not yet recovered from Nezha's words. His eyes were full of doubts, as if he was very surprised by Nezha's words. The elder brother's expression and reaction further highlighted the shocking nature of Nezha's words.

If you can feel the existence of immortal energy, why don't you confirm that someone here has the inheritance of God when the iron gate is closed? ?