Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Zhang Tianzun was like a brilliant lightning that pierced the dark night sky. He rushed forward at a speed beyond the imagination of ordinary people, like an arrow from a bow. His figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness, and every movement brought a gust of wind. The wind whistled and swept around like a beast. Wherever it went, sand and stones flew, and grass and trees fell. In his eyes, not only did he shine with the light of unswerving faith, the light was hot and strong, like a blazing flame, as if it could burn all the darkness in the world; it was also filled with a resolute spirit of facing death. This breath made him exude a fearless momentum, as if nothing in the world could stop his firm steps forward. His posture was agile, his muscles were taut, and every step was full of power, as if the ground under his feet was shaking.

Wang Xunhai's expression was extremely solemn, and his frowning brows seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe. His eyes were like torches, and he stared at Zhang Tianzun who was rushing towards him like a storm. The heavy sword in his hand was tightly grasped in his iron-like palm. The knuckles turned pale due to excessive force, and the pale knuckles seemed to tell of his inner tension and determination. This sword has a broad blade and a hilt inlaid with gems, which flashed a mysterious light in the weak light. The gems were colorful, like the stars in the night sky, dazzling. On the sword body, there were ancient and mysterious runes engraved. These runes were looming under the light, and seemed to contain endless power. This sword is not only his weapon, but also his last hope and reliance at this critical moment, and a symbol of his perseverance.

Finally, Zhang Tianzun, like a ghost quietly appearing in the dark night, silently but swiftly broke into Wang Xunhai's attack range. His speed was as fast as lightning, so fast that people's minds could hardly keep up with his movements, as if time had lost its meaning in front of him. His figure was like a phantom, illusory yet real, making it difficult to grasp. His footsteps were light and agile, and every step seemed to be stepping on the void, but with extremely powerful force, as if it could crush all obstacles.

Wang Xunhai saw this scene without even the slightest hesitation. His eyes instantly became extremely sharp, like two cold blades, piercing straight at Zhang Tianzun. An unparalleled aura burst out from him, and that aura was like a surging wave, sweeping across the sky and earth. He swung the sword in his hand vigorously, pouring all his strength into it without reservation, and slashed forward with a thunderous force. In an instant, the sword wind whistled up, like a violent tornado, carrying an extremely sharp airflow. The surrounding air seemed to be twisted and torn by this powerful force, emitting bursts of heart-pounding sounds, which were like the roar of hell, making people shudder. The sword body drew an arc in the air, bringing up a cold light, which was icy and piercing, as if it would freeze the whole world.

Zhang Tianzun's reaction was as fast as lightning. He quickly raised the incredibly thick tail on his buttocks. The muscles of the tail were extremely tight, and each muscle contained a force that seemed to be able to destroy everything. They trembled slightly, exuding a chilling aura, as if to show its strength and inviolability. The hair on the tail was as hard as steel wire, shining with a cold luster, and each hair was like a sharp needle tip, which made people shudder. The tail was incredibly long, like a giant black python, dancing in the air with unparalleled majesty.

There was a loud bang, like the sound of a huge bell, deafening and resounding through the sky. The sword in Wang Xunhai's hand collided violently with the tail, and countless sparks as dazzling as stars burst out instantly. Those sparks were dazzling and illuminated the darkness around them like gorgeous fireworks. They jumped and danced in the air, as if it was a gorgeous feast of light. Sparks flew everywhere, some flew high into the sky and disappeared into the darkness, like fleeting meteors in the night sky; some fell to the ground and ignited the surrounding dry grass, forming a small sea of ​​fire. The sea of ​​fire burned fiercely, and the flames rose, illuminating everything around, as if it was going to devour the whole world.

What was jaw-dropping was that a deep scar as deep as a ravine appeared on the sword in Wang Xunhai's hand. The scar was shocking, like a hideous scar, ruthlessly engraved on the sword. It seemed to silently tell how shocking the power of this collision was, and it made people shudder. The metal around the scar was distorted, as if groaning in pain, and the sword was trembling slightly, as if it was afraid of this powerful force. The sword was trembling more and more violently, as if it would break at any time.

Zhang Tianzun saw this and laughed out loud. At this moment, he had completely transformed into the state of Hunyuan Monkey. The hair on his body stood up like steel needles, and each hair flashed with wildness. He exuded a wild and unruly breath wantonly, and that breath swept everything around him like a gust of wind, as if he was the master of this world, and all things in the world would tremble under his majesty. His eyes flashed red light, and the light was like a burning flame. Sharp teeth appeared in his mouth, and the teeth were extremely sharp, like saw teeth, which made people daunted. He rushed forward with all his strength, and at the same time performed a monkey tail swing. The tail instantly burst into a dazzling golden light, as dazzling as a scorching sun. The light was so strong that people could not look directly at it, as if it could burn people's eyes. This light contained a force like a tidal wave, and with the momentum of thunder and lightning, it hit Wang Xunhai's chest fiercely like a mountain pressing down on his head.

Wang Xunhai felt a surge of pain like a surging tide, tearing and shattering his body inch by inch. His body seemed to be thrown into a huge furnace, tormented by endless pain. He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, which drew a shocking arc in the air and then fell to the ground like raindrops.

The blood was like a blooming red lotus, sad and beautiful. The blood dripped onto the ground, splashing small blood flowers, dyeing the ground red. The blood flowers bloomed, like a bloody and beautiful painting. His body was like a kite with a broken string. In the face of this powerful impact, he had no power to resist and was violently knocked away. In mid-air, his body kept rolling, like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind, lonely and helpless. His eyes were full of pain and unwillingness, but also with a hint of determination.

Finally, he fell heavily to the ground with a dull and heavy sound, like the earth's sigh.

The sound echoed in the empty field for a long time, as if Wang Xunhai's unyielding soul was shouting. The dust that rose up was like a thick curtain, gradually covering his figure, making it difficult to see his current situation, leaving only a worrying haze. The hazy dust seemed to hide countless unknowns and fears, making people dare not approach easily.

The dust spread out, forming a yellow smoke that enveloped everything around, making people feel as if they were in an illusory world. In the smoke, Wang Xunhai's heavy breathing could be heard faintly, as if he was struggling hard to stand up again.