Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai sat cross-legged quietly on the ground, and the atmosphere around him seemed to be shrouded by a layer of quiet gauze. The quiet breath emanating from him, like calm lake water, slowly spread outward. Wherever this breath reached, the surrounding air seemed to become more and more solemn, as if carrying a heavy weight, and fell into a dead silence. In the area where he was, time seemed to have frozen, and everything was immersed in a deep and abyssal tranquility. He closed his eyes slightly, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in an endless sea of ​​tranquility. His breath was as steady as a bottomless abyss, and the deep breath made people feel awe. In this tranquility, others did not even dare to breathe easily, for fear that their slight breath would break this rare tranquility and thus anger Wang Xunhai who was immersed in tranquility.

The Bull Demon King stayed beside him obediently. His huge body was like a towering, majestic mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression, as if his existence made the entire space narrow. His sturdy limbs were like solid stone pillars, steadily supporting his huge body; his broad back was like a vast land, containing endless power. However, at this moment, he was as docile as an ordinary blue bull, but even so, his mighty aura was still like a surging tide, spreading continuously. That powerful sense of power seemed to be able to penetrate everything, making it impossible for people to ignore his existence. The Bull Demon King loyally guarded the cave designated by Wang Xunhai, and his eyes revealed an unwavering expression, as if silently showing Wang Xunhai his determination to guard the cave like an indestructible steel fortress, without allowing any mistakes or negligence. Its huge body and determined eyes form a unique contrast, making people admire its loyalty and determination.

Wang Xunhai slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze was like a dazzling lightning that cut through the endless darkness, instantly illuminating the surrounding space as bright as daylight. His eyes were extremely sharp and deep, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world, leaving no one behind him. His eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom and power, which made people feel overwhelmed. He stared at the Bull Demon King closely, his tone as cold as frost, and said in a cold voice: "You have to help me guard this cave. The things inside are extremely important and there must be no room for any mistakes. If there is any problem with this cave, I will not hesitate to kill you directly. You should know my strength. I can kill you in an instant, without any lies." His words were like a biting cold wind, blowing mercilessly through the Bull Demon King's heart, causing it to tremble slightly. The Bull Demon King nodded hurriedly, his eyes full of awe. He knew very well how powerful Wang Xunhai was, a power that made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he also understood the important mission he was shouldering, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would do his best to protect the cave, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

At this time, Wang Xunhai closed his eyes again and began to concentrate on restoring the energy consumed in his body. His breathing was even and deep, and each breath was like the sound of an ancient and solemn bell, steady and powerful, and seemed to contain a mysterious rhythm. The air around him seemed to be pulled by his breathing, rhythmically moving with his inhalation and exhalation. The rhythmic breath seemed to contain some mysterious power between heaven and earth, making Wang Xunhai exude a mysterious aura, as if he was gradually merging with this vast world, absorbing the essence and spiritual energy between heaven and earth. A faint light gradually appeared around his body, and the light was like soft moonlight, gently enveloping him, making him look more mysterious and solemn.

At this moment, gusts of whistling wind came from far away, breaking the original tranquility. The sound of the wind was like a gentle whisper at first, as if nature was whispering some secrets. Gradually, the sound of the wind became like a sharp and piercing whistle, stinging people's eardrums and making people's minds tremble involuntarily. Then, a figure fell to the ground as fast as a meteor. The powerful impact made the ground tremble slightly, as if the earth was groaning under this force. Dust quickly flew up like smoke, filling the air around, shrouding this area in a hazy state, making people feel as if they were in a chaotic world. The flying dust seemed to hide countless secrets and unknowns, which made people curious and fearful.

The auspicious clouds under his feet dissipated the moment they touched the ground, turning into wisps of green smoke that slowly disappeared into the air. The scene was dreamlike and beautiful, but it also carried a powerful force that shocked people. The wisps of green smoke seemed to carry some mysterious breath, slowly rising, making people dazzled. The lingering green smoke seemed to present a series of mysterious pictures, making people want to explore the mysteries in depth. This person was wearing a yellow Taoist robe with mysterious and complex runes embroidered on it. Those runes flashed a faint light, like the bright stars in the night sky, and like the mysterious totems in ancient legends, as if they contained endless mysteries and mysteries. Each rune seemed to have a unique vitality, they were beating slightly, emitting mysterious power fluctuations. He held a long sword in his hand, and the sword body flashed with a cold light. The light was icy and piercing, as if it could instantly freeze everything in the world into ice. The cold light flickered in the air, making people feel a cold breath coming towards them, as if it could penetrate their souls. On the sword body, there were some fine lines engraved, and those lines seemed to be an ancient language, telling the origin and story of the sword.

His face was stern, like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years, exuding a daunting aura. His skin was as smooth and delicate as white jade, but with a cold texture that made people dare not touch it easily. His eyes revealed a sense of indifference and majesty, as if they could freeze people's souls in an instant, making people dare not look at him easily. Those eyes seemed to be a gaze from the abyss, making people feel extremely small and fragile in front of them. He slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Xunhai. That look seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and reach deep into people's souls, making people feel that there was nowhere to escape, as if all secrets would be exposed under this gaze. His hair fell on his back like a black waterfall, fluttering gently with the breeze, giving people a feeling of being ethereal and out of the world.

Wang Xunhai felt the other person's gaze and slowly stood up from the ground. His movements were light, smooth, graceful and free, like a dancing butterfly, but with an invisible heavy pressure that made people feel suffocated. The moment he stood up, the air around him seemed to tremble slightly, as if paying tribute to his majesty. A faint smile appeared on his face, and that smile seemed to contain some deep meaning that was elusive. That smile was like the smile of Mona Lisa, full of mysterious charm, making people want to explore the meaning. He slowly opened his mouth and said: "Daoyou should be, Zhen Yuanzi!" His voice was low and magnetic, as if carrying an invisible force, echoing in the air.