Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai slowly turned his body, his movements were slow and heavy, and every tiny movement seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, which made him look extremely difficult. His body seemed to be pressed by a heavy mountain, and every movement seemed to exhaust all his strength. He was like a person struggling to move forward in the storm, and every step was full of hardship.

His eyes slowly scanned the surroundings. His eyes were like a deep and boundless lake, seemingly calm and peaceful, but in fact, deep within them was a desire to explore the unknown. His eyes were as deep as the ancient starry sky, making people want to go deeper into it and explore the mysteries hidden in it. In his eyes, there seemed to be countless questions and thoughts hidden, like a thick book, waiting for someone to read and interpret it.

Finally, his eyes rested steadily on the ruins that looked like broken walls. Those ruins have been baptized by the long years, and the traces of time are as deep and eye-catching as the carvings of knives and axes. Every brick and stone carries the memory of history, and the cracks, like the wrinkles of time, silently tell the vicissitudes of the past history. They stand there quietly, and the vicissitudes and dilapidated atmosphere spreads, as if a silent old man is telling various stories of the past in silence. Those stories, like ancient scrolls, slowly unfold before people's eyes. In that story, there are glorious chapters, which are the prosperity of the wilderness; there are declining paragraphs, which are the tragic scenes after the wilderness suffered a disaster; there are notes of laughter, which are the portrayal of people's happy life; there are also traces of tears, which are the pain and despair of people after the disaster.

My brother once mentioned solemnly that these relics are extremely precious heritage left over from ancient times. It is said that in ancient times, the wilderness was not as desolate and bleak as it is today.

At that time, the wilderness was a land full of vitality and prosperity. On the vast land, the grass was green, like a green carpet, stretching to the horizon. In the dense grass, the breeze gently blew, raising layers of green waves, and the waves rose and fell, as if the great artist of nature was painting a magnificent picture. The flowers were in full bloom, and the colorful flowers competed to bloom. The colors of the flowers were gorgeous, red like flames, pink like colorful clouds, white like snowflakes, and yellow like golden sun. They exuded a charming fragrance, which filled the air, making people feel as if they were in a sea of ​​flowers. Every breath, you can feel the rich fragrance of flowers, which is refreshing and intoxicating. The river is rushing, the clear river water is sparkling, singing all the way, flowing to the distance. The river is like a silver ribbon, winding through the earth, and the blue sky and white clouds are reflected on the water surface, which is beautiful. The river water is clear and the bottom is visible. The fish swim happily in the water, and sometimes jump out of the water, splashing water. The birds sing happily, their songs are crisp and melodious, echoing in the woods. The song is like a beautiful symphony, playing the harmonious melody of nature. The birds jump and play on the branches, their feathers are colorful, and they shine charmingly under the sunshine. The song is full of love for life and praise for nature. People live and work in peace and contentment, and lead a happy and fulfilling life. They work hard on this land and create a beautiful home with their own hands. In that home, the houses are scattered and the streets are spacious and clean, and people's faces are filled with smiles of satisfaction and joy.

However, no one knew why, but the Great Wilderness suddenly suffered a catastrophe. A terrible disaster swept in like a violent storm, and the power of the disaster was extremely strong, like a ferocious beast, opening its bloody mouth to devour the entire Great Wilderness. The disaster came with great force, like a dark force, instantly covering the entire Great Wilderness. The dark force was like a thick layer of dark clouds, pressing people to the point of suffocation.

At that moment, many buildings in the wilderness were destroyed by the ravages of the disaster. The once prosperous city was instantly transformed into a miserable ruin, with broken walls and ruins. The once towering tower is now only half a body, standing there alone, as if telling of its former glory. The once bustling streets are now covered with rubble, and the prosperous scenes of the past can no longer be seen. The laughter of the people was also drowned by the roar of the disaster, replaced by endless pain and desperate cries. The cries echoed in the ruins, like a sad elegy, making people feel heartbroken and helpless.

Only some tall and majestic buildings, according to legend, seemed to have been blessed by God and thus survived the catastrophic catastrophe. Although these buildings were preserved in the disaster, they have lost their former glory and look a little lonely. They are like old people who have experienced vicissitudes of life, standing there quietly, recalling every bit of the past.

But as time passes by, these buildings that once shone with brilliant light have gradually become ruins. They stand alone and silently on this vast land, like faithful witnesses, silently witnessing the vicissitudes of time. The erosion of wind and rain has made their appearance more mottled. The peeling wall skin is like layers of scabs of time, recording the passage of time; the rusty railings are like rust of time, telling stories of the past. The mottled traces are the marks of time and the witness of history, which makes people sigh at the passage of time and the impermanence of things.

Wang Xunhai said softly, "Emperor Lin Ling is going to gather heroes from all over the world in this ruins to fight together to break out of the wilderness. I really don't know what he is planning." His voice was particularly clear in this empty ruins, but with a hint of confusion. The voice seemed to come from ancient times, with fear of the unknown and expectations for the future. The voice echoed in the ruins, as if it was talking to history, and as if it was asking questions about the future. The voice contained a complex emotion that made people fall into contemplation.

Hearing this, the elder brother raised his mouth slightly, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his smile, like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts. He sneered, and his eyes revealed a look of disdain, which seemed to penetrate everything and make people shudder. He said with a contemptuous tone: "He is naturally comparing himself to the so-called great gods in ancient times. But he should know very well in his heart that he is far behind those great gods in ancient times. He is just a master who has just been promoted to the great emperor. Although he has already entered the realm of the great emperor in terms of strength, on this vast continent, all forces do not recognize his status as the great emperor.