Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Zhang Tianzun's eyes narrowed slightly, and those deep eyes seemed to contain endless mysteries. A mysterious and powerful aura emanated from him. His eyes revealed an indescribable depth, as if he could see through the essence of everything in the world. He was muttering something, and the low and mysterious spell seemed to come from ancient times, containing endless power and mysterious magic. Every syllable seemed to carry a special rhythm, echoing in the air, making people intoxicated.

His hands were swiftly performing the Thunder Technique, his fingers changing positions flexibly like agile spirits. The skillful movements seemed to have been practiced thousands of times, and every subtle movement seemed extremely precise, without the slightest delay or hesitation.

In an instant, a dazzling flash of lightning flashed from his hand. The light was so dazzling that it was like a bright star descending into the world. The strong light was like a blazing sun, instantly illuminating the entire space, making it impossible to look directly at it. The powerful force contained in the light seemed to be able to destroy everything, and people couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts.

The strong light hurts people's eyes, and people dare not look directly at it, as if they will be swallowed by the light if they look at it for a second longer. The pressure brought by the light makes people feel difficult to breathe, as if the whole world is shrouded by this light, leaving people with nowhere to escape.

Then, he suddenly waved his hand, his movements were as fast as a storm, and he grabbed the Soul Sky Silk with his bare hands in a flash. His palm seemed to have a strong magnetic force, and the Soul Sky Silk could not escape from his hand at all. His arm muscles were tense and his veins were bulging, showing his great strength and firm determination.

At this moment, the lightning in his hand seemed to have life, and it nimbly drilled into the Soul Sky Ribbon. The lightning moved in the Soul Sky Ribbon like a violent dragon, emitting a frightening power. The lightning shuttled through the Soul Sky Ribbon, and wherever it went, a layer of blue light appeared on the Soul Sky Ribbon, as if it was the scales on the body of a dragon, flashing a mysterious light.

Before Nezha could recover from the sudden change, the lightning had already struck him like a ferocious beast. The lightning was so fast that Nezha had no time to react. He could only watch the lightning strike him.

A strong electric current instantly ran through his whole body. Nezha felt as if his body was deeply pierced by countless steel needles, and every cell was trembling in pain. The current raged in his body, like countless ants gnawing at his body, making him feel extremely painful. His body began to twitch and tremble involuntarily, and he let out a series of shrill screams. The sound echoed in the air, making people shudder.

His body lost control and fell heavily to the ground like a falling meteor. A cloud of dust suddenly rose from the ground, and the dust spread in the air, as if forming a thick layer of smoke, making it difficult to see Nezha's figure. However, the twitching and shaking did not stop, and his body kept twisting as if it was possessed by a demon.

Zhang Tianzun looked at the miserable Nezha, and a cold sneer appeared on his face. The smile was full of contempt and disdain, as if in his eyes, Nezha was just an insignificant existence. His eyes revealed a high and mighty attitude, as if he was the master of the world, and Nezha was just an ant under his feet. He said contemptuously: "You are just a chicken and a dog, and you dare to be so presumptuous here!" His voice was icy and piercing, like the cold wind in winter, which made people shudder. The powerful power contained in that voice seemed to be able to freeze people's souls.

Nezha endured the severe pain in his body, and every breath felt like a knife cutting his throat. His face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes still revealed his unyielding fighting spirit. He slowly stood up from the ground with difficulty, and the movement seemed extremely strenuous. His body was shaking, as if he could fall down again at any time, but he still persisted, supporting his body with his will.

At this moment, he was in rags. His bright clothes had become tattered and covered with dust and blood. His hair was scattered on his face, covering his eyes, but his eyes still revealed a determined light. His expression was in a state of embarrassment, but his heart was filled with anger and unwillingness.

At this moment, a figure came forward like lightning and stopped Nezha. This person was his brother. He had a helpless expression on his face, which contained deep worry and concern. His eyes were full of worry about his brother, fearing that he would do something impulsive again. His brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to tell of his inner uneasiness.

He shook his head slowly at Nezha, his movements gentle but firm, signaling him not to act impulsively. His eyes seemed to say, "Brother, don't be so stubborn, this will only make things worse." His voice was low and gentle, with a soothing power.

Seeing this, Nezha's anger erupted like a volcano. He threw the Hun Tian Ling in his hand to the ground in a rage. The Hun Tian Ling collided with the ground and made a dull sound. Then, he raised his foot angrily and stepped on it a few times, as if he wanted to vent his anger and unwillingness on the Hun Tian Ling. His movements were full of power, and each step seemed to carry his inner anger. The Hun Tian Ling became twisted and deformed under his feet.

Zhang Tianzun stared at Nezha with disdain in his eyes, and then laughed wildly without any scruples. The laughter was extremely harsh, as if it was going to tear the air around it apart, and it reverberated in the air around it. The laughter was full of ridicule and complacency, and people couldn't help but feel a chill when they heard it.

He said contemptuously: "Humph, you are just a little kid, your mind is not mature yet, you actually show such a naive expression and do such ridiculous and childish actions. I believe your father has warned you not to act rashly, let alone come to this muddy water. But what about you? You turned a deaf ear to your father's words, you are self-righteous and insist on your own way. However, you finally ignored the advice and insisted on coming. This just shows that you are just an ignorant little kid, you have no idea of ​​the dangers of the world, you don't know the depth, and you don't take your life seriously at all! Do you think you can change anything with your little ability? It's just wishful thinking!"

Each of his words was like a sharp blade, stabbing into Nezha's heart mercilessly. Nezha felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the pain spread like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.