Journey to the Mysterious Sea

After hearing this, Nezha's mouth corners slowly rose, and the arc was full of confidence, just like the sun struggling to penetrate the heavy clouds and blooming with bright and dazzling light. His already smart eyes were even more shining at this moment, and the light of confidence flowed through them, as if everything in the world was under his control. His face was filled with a calm confidence, and the upturned corners of his mouth seemed to be a symbol of victory, which made people look at him sideways. That confident smile was like a spring breeze, warm and full of power, as if it could dispel all the haze.

In his star-like eyes, a gleam of confidence suddenly flashed, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, dazzling and hard to ignore. That light seemed to contain endless power, as if it could illuminate all darkness, making others stand in awe. In that light, it seemed that Nezha's firm belief and fearless courage were also hidden, which made people couldn't help but be impressed.

Then, he slowly turned around, his posture was as upright as a vigorous pine tree, his spine was as straight as steel, showing an unwavering attitude. He said to his brother in an extremely firm tone: "Brother, any trace of immortal energy fluctuation within a range of fifty miles will never escape my perception. My eyes and ears are like the most sensitive detectors. Even the slightest change can be accurately captured by me." His words were loud and clear, and every word was full of confidence and strength, as if he was announcing his powerful ability to the world. The sound echoed in the air, like a huge bell, shocking people.

Hearing this, the elder brother nodded thoughtfully, with a gleam of thought in his eyes. However, a question arose in his mind: Since Nezha could so keenly perceive the fluctuations of the immortal energy, why didn't he notice that someone had obtained the inheritance of the gods when the iron gate was closed? This question was like a heavy boulder, pressing hard on his heart, making him feel a little depressed. The doubts enveloped his heart like a fog, making him fall into deep thought. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes. The questions in his heart kept coming like a tide.

However, thinking of Nezha's extraordinary ability to sense the fluctuations of immortal energy within 50 miles, it seemed that this situation could be explained, so the elder brother temporarily suppressed his doubts, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He tried to dispel the uneasiness and doubts in his heart, so that he could face the situation more calmly.

Nezha took steady and firm steps, moving forward step by step. Each of his steps seemed to carry a great force, and his solid footprints were deeply left on the ground. The footprints were like marks engraved on the earth, clearly showing his determination and perseverance. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step was accompanied by an indomitable momentum, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward. He was like a fully drawn bowstring, concentrating and concentrating on pursuing the ethereal fluctuations that appeared and disappeared from time to time. His expression was focused and serious, and that focused expression made people deeply feel his inner determination and persistence, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward. There was a firm light flashing in his eyes, and that light was like a lighthouse, guiding him in the direction of his progress. He exuded an unparalleled momentum, which made people admire him.

Finally, he arrived outside a cave. His sharp eyes, like two extremely sharp swords, stared closely at the dark cave in front of him, as if he wanted to use his eyes to completely penetrate the endless darkness. His eyes revealed a strong desire to explore, as if there were countless secrets hidden in this cave waiting for him to uncover.

The sharp edge in his eyes seemed to be able to pierce through all difficulties and obstacles, making people shudder. Then, he raised his hand and pointed directly at the deep cave entrance without hesitation, saying firmly: "It's in here. The person we are looking for should be hiding here. I can't feel this breath wrong." His voice was firm and powerful, full of unquestionable confidence, as if his words were the truth and no one could refute it. The voice echoed in front of the cave with an unshakable determination.

Hearing this, Nezha's brother's face instantly showed a look of surprise, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He stretched out his finger hesitantly, slowly pointed at the cave in front of him, and asked with a hint of uncertainty: "Then should we go in?" There was a hint of hesitation and worry in his voice, and that worry was like a spider's thread wrapped around his heart, making him feel a little uneasy. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, as if he had some concerns about entering the cave.

Nezha waved his hand without hesitation. His eyes were filled with indifference and vigilance, like the water in a cold pond, icy and chilling. He stared at the cave, as if he was always on guard against possible dangers. His vigilant eyes were like a beast guarding its territory. His eyes revealed a strong sense of vigilance, as if he was full of vigilance about the situation in the cave.

Then, without any warning, a ball of blazing flame suddenly appeared on his palm.

The flame was extremely hot and dazzling, just like a radiant and scorching sun. In an instant, it completely dispelled the darkness around it and lit up the originally dim area.

The flames jumped happily and flexibly, as if telling of Nezha's unswerving determination and fearless courage.

The leaping flames were like a raging fire burning deep in his heart, burning his high fighting spirit.

The flame grew stronger and stronger, burning fiercely, as if possessing endless power, vowing to burn everything in the world to ashes.

His tone was as cold as ice, and every word fell like ice beads: "Let's not go in for now. The situation inside this cave is complicated and confusing. If we rush in rashly, we are likely to be secretly plotted and ambushed. We need to let them walk out on their own, and then use this fire to put pressure on them! I want to see how long they can hide in there."

His words were filled with icy authority and rock-hard determination.

That majesty was as heavy as a mountain pressing down on one's head, making it hard to resist and making it impossible for one to harbor the slightest desire to disobey; that determination was as hard as steel and could not be shaken in the slightest by anyone.

His voice echoed for a long time in the empty air, carrying with it an unquestionable majestic momentum, like the sound of a huge bell, awakening the ears and making people tremble with fear.