Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Nezha stood quietly in the distance, his figure like a solidified sculpture, firmly rooted in the cracks of time and space. His eyes were bright as stars, yet deep as the sea, staring closely at the bizarre and thrilling scene in front of him. The scene was like a magnificent painting filled with a strange atmosphere and extremely impactful, slowly unfolding in front of him, and every detail seemed to be telling an unknown story.

A bone-piercing chill, like an icy and slippery snake, silently and slowly climbed up his spine. The chill gradually spread like a plague, causing his body to tremble slightly. At the same time, his scalp seemed to be gently pricked by countless needles as thin as cow hair, and waves of numbing sensations spread wantonly in his head, one after another. His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. He muttered to himself: "This is the power of the ancient times. Although this group of immortals do not show the kind of powerful strength that can shake the world on the surface, each of them has experienced the cruel baptism of blood and fire in the extremely tragic Conferred God War in ancient times, and struggled hard to come out of the endless suffering."

Hearing Nezha's words, his brother Jinzha, who was standing beside Nezha, instantly became extremely solemn, as if covered by a thick layer of haze. He slowly opened his mouth and said in a heavy tone: "Not only that, we have indeed participated in the Conferred God War in person, and we have a deep understanding of the cruelty and intensity of that war. However, this group of people did not just come from the Conferred God War, they are extremely lucky to have survived the more distant and more tragic war between witches and liches. They are very likely to be the legendary witch clan with mysterious and powerful power. Back then, the witches and liches fought, the sky and the earth changed color, and the mountains and rivers were broken. What a tragic scene it was! Countless strong men fell in that war, and the fact that they were able to survive was enough to prove their strength and extraordinaryness. That war seemed to be the end of the world, and the world was filled with the breath of despair and destruction. The bloody rain and wind were everywhere, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the whole world fell into endless chaos and pain."

After hearing what Jin Zha said, Nezha felt as if he had been struck by an extremely strong lightning. The shock in his heart was like a surging wave. His body trembled involuntarily, as if he was bound by an invisible force. He was in extreme shock, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He stared blankly at Zhang Tianzun in front of him. At this moment, he finally woke up from his dream and suddenly realized why even the high and majestic heaven had to give in to these immortals. It turned out that they were the real nail households in the world. Their profound background and powerful strength were simply unfathomable, like the endless abyss, which made people afraid. The mysterious power was like an invisible barrier that people dared not cross easily.

At this tense moment, Zhang Tianzun's figure was like a dazzling lightning that cut through the darkness. He rushed forward like an arrow at a speed so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. His figure was as fast as a ghost, and he disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant. His heart was burning with an extreme desire for victory, and he wanted to pursue the victory and further expand the results of the battle. He clenched his fist tightly, and the strength of his whole body seemed to be like a surging tide, constantly converging on this fist. Above that fist, there seemed to be a faint flickering of a mysterious light, and that light was like the brightest star in the night sky, containing endless power. Then, he used all his strength and struck suddenly. With a majestic momentum that seemed to be able to destroy the world, the fist hit Wang Xunhai's chest with a thunderous force.

Wang Xunhai's body was like a kite with its string cut off. He completely lost control of his body in an instant. His body flew towards the mountain behind him at an astonishing speed. It was so fast that people could hardly follow his figure, leaving only a blurry afterimage. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world became silent. Only the sound of Wang Xunhai's body flying out like a cannonball echoed in the air.

There was a loud bang, like thunder, echoing in the valley. The sound was so loud that it seemed to shake the whole valley violently. Wang Xunhai's body hit the cliff heavily. The huge impact force was like a terrible earthquake, which directly caused the whole mountain to tremble violently. The rocks on the mountain were affected by the impact and began to break up one after another. The broken stones rolled down like dense raindrops, raising a cloud of dust, covering the whole valley in a hazy dust fog. The dust spread, making people feel as if they were in a chaotic world, unable to tell east, south, west, north, and see the scene in front of them.

Wang Xunhai vomited blood, which was particularly dazzling in the bright sunlight, like a sad red, like a blooming flower of death. His whole body seemed to have lost all its strength in an instant, and he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, motionless, as if he had completely fallen into a coma, and his life or death was uncertain. His eyes became empty and lifeless, as if the light of life was completely extinguished in that instant, leaving only endless darkness and despair.

Zhang Tianzun glanced coldly at Wang Xunhai who was lying on the ground. There was no mercy in his eyes, which were as cold as ice that had not melted for a thousand years. In his eyes, Wang Xunhai seemed to be just an insignificant ant, not worth wasting a bit of his attention. The indifference in his eyes was chilling, as if it could freeze a person's soul.

Then, he retracted his gaze without hesitation, and no longer looked at Wang Xunhai who was lying on the ground. He walked towards the cave step by step with firm steps. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to carry an irresistible force. The firm footsteps echoed in the valley, like a war drum, inspiring him to keep moving forward. He said firmly: "I want to get it, get the inheritance of God, no one can stop me. On this road to pursuing power, I will move forward at all costs. I will break through all obstacles, break all shackles, and let the inheritance of God become the source of my power." His voice echoed in the valley, with a resolute momentum, as if no force could stop him. The voice was full of desire and persistence for power, which made people feel his firm belief in his heart, as if he had seen the moment when he obtained the inheritance of God and became the strongest person in the world.