Journey to the Mysterious Sea

At the same time, in the vast and boundless empty land outside, Nezha sat cross-legged on the solid ground, as if he was one with the earth, without even the slightest gap. His posture was like a sculpture that had been baptized by time, motionless, but naturally exuding a unique charm. The surrounding atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, like a slowly unfolding quiet painting, which made people intoxicated. The breeze blew gently, bringing a trace of coolness. The gentle wind was like the delicate touch of an elf. Nezha's hair fluttered leisurely in the wind, and every strand of hair seemed to dance in the wind, adding a bit of otherworldly temperament. In a trance, he seemed to have transcended the troubles of the world and stepped into the dreamlike fairyland.

Nezha slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a blazing flame flickering in his eyes. The flame was hot and bright, just like the bright and dazzling stars in the night sky, emitting endless light, as if it could instantly dispel the surrounding darkness. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could penetrate all the fog and see the truth of the world. His eyes were like an indestructible sword, able to pierce the endless darkness and unswervingly find the light. With his extraordinary sensitivity, he detected an extremely subtle fluctuation of demonic power. This fluctuation was like a barely perceptible ripple on the calm lake. Although it was extremely subtle, it still could not escape Nezha's keen perception like an eagle. He squinted his eyes slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. The doubt was like a ray of light in the fog, short and confusing, and elusive. Then, his eyes became firm again, like an unshakable mountain, as solid as a rock, and seemed to be fully prepared to deal with everything.

Then, a figure as thick as purple ink fell rapidly at an astonishing speed, like a dazzling meteor across the sky. The figure cut through the sky with an unstoppable momentum, as if to tear the entire sky apart, showing an unparalleled sense of power. In the distant sky, the figure was like a flash of lightning that cut through the darkness, instantly illuminating the entire sky, dazzling and dazzling. In an empty area far away from him, as he fell with a bang, a cloud of dust covered the sky. The dust spread quickly like thick smoke, instantly covering the area, making it hazy, as if in chaos, full of mystery and unknown, making people feel awe. The howling wind rolled up the dust, forming small whirlpools. The whirlpools were like the eyes of a demon in the dark, weird and mysterious, as if telling about this sudden change, giving people an inexplicable sense of depression.

Nezha's eyes were like sharp swords, fixed on the mysterious figure without deviation, his eyes were full of vigilance and inquiry. Then, his brows knitted tightly, as if twisted into an extremely solid and difficult to untie knot, revealing his inner solemnity. He murmured to himself: "Bull Demon King, why is he here? Could it be that the demons are also interested in this thing? Haha, these demons are just humble ants, destined to be trampled on by us mercilessly." When Nezha said this, his eyes flashed with deep disdain, as if he was looking at a group of worthless trash, full of contempt and disdain, making people feel his arrogance. He continued, "Even if they want to rob, they can never rob us. In my eyes, they are just as ridiculous as the clowns who parade around the city and attract attention. They are just a laughing stock." Nezha's words revealed a strong sense of self-confidence and arrogance. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, as if everything in the world was under his control, and everything was under his control, exuding an unparalleled momentum. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile, which was a little cold, as if he didn't care about the appearance of the Bull Demon King at all, showing his disdain.

The Bull Demon King landed on the ground like a towering, unshakable mountain. His huge body, like a mountain, suddenly paused, bringing with it a dull thunderous roar. The sound was like an ancient war drum, shaking the earth. The ground seemed to tremble, as if a slight earthquake had occurred, and the surrounding air was shaking, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye. His feet stepped heavily on the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. The dust flew up and filled the air like a sandstorm, covering the sky and blocking people's vision. His muscles were tense, and each muscle was as hard as steel, exuding a strong sense of power, which made people afraid, as if they were facing an insurmountable mountain.

He looked at Nezha who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his face involuntarily revealed a serious and solemn expression. That expression seemed to carry a heavy burden, making people feel an invisible huge pressure, as if even breathing became difficult. He said in a deep voice: "Nezha, he is here too, which means that the greedy and insatiable gods have also come here. Damn it, this is a great opportunity to come to the human world. If the demon race cannot firmly grasp this rare opportunity, then in the next few thousand years, the demon race will be stuck in the quagmire and unable to turn over. They can only become slaves of others forever, at the mercy of others, without dignity." The voice of the Bull Demon King was low and deep, as if it came from the roar of ancient times, full of power and grief, which made people's hearts tremble. His eyes were burning with anger, and that anger was like hot magma, as if it wanted to burn everything in front of him and destroy all obstacles.

After saying this, the Bull Demon King lowered his head, his lips trembling slightly, shaking like a leaf shivering in the wind, muttering silently, his rough face now full of worry and unwillingness. His deep wrinkles seemed to be the painful marks of years, each of which told the suffering and helplessness of the demon race, which moved people. His eyes revealed an unshakable determination, which was like a burning flame, hot and strong, as if it could burn all difficulties into ashes. He seemed to be secretly vowing to win this opportunity for the demon race, change the fate of the demon race, and let the demon race get rid of the predicament and move towards glory. In his heart, there was an unyielding flame burning, and that flame would lead the demon race to an unknown future. He clenched his fists, and the joints turned white because of the force. The white joints were like his inner struggle and determination, showing his inner determination and determination, as if nothing could stop his pace forward.