Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes opened wide, full of disbelief, his voice trembling, like a leaf in the wind: "Your strength is definitely not something that can exist in this world! You must have relied on some means to possess such strength, and not be bound by the laws of heaven and earth!" His eyes were filled with astonishment and fear, like a tangled mess, which made him extremely uneasy.

Wang Xunhai's face was cold, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. His voice was as calm as water, yet it was chilling to the bone: "You talk too much nonsense." The voice seemed to come from the abyss of Hell, so cold that it seemed to freeze the surrounding air into ice.

Zhen Yuanzi was so angry that his whole body was shaking. His face turned as red as a ripe tomato. He roared angrily: "What do you want, Wang Xunhai! Do you really want to kill everyone in my Taoist temple, not even my old bones?" His voice echoed throughout the Taoist temple like a loud bell, containing endless anger and unwillingness, as if to shatter the world.

Wang Xunhai raised his head suddenly, and the wild laughter suddenly broke out, as if to tear the sky apart, echoing between heaven and earth, the lingering sound lingering for a long time. His face was full of arrogance and unruliness, a kind of disdain for the rules of the world. He shook his head vigorously without caring, and every movement exuded an indescribable wantonness and freedom.

He seemed nonchalant, but his eyes were firm. He slowly said, "I, Wang Xunhai, am not a cruel and ruthless person. What I want is just to taste some fruits to satisfy my insignificant appetite. Zhen Yuanzi, I must get your precious fruit tree!" His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the ground hard and loudly. The firmness revealed in his words was as unshakable as a rock, with an unquestionable tough attitude, as if in his cognition, the ginseng fruit tree was destined to belong to him from the beginning of its birth. All of this was natural and reasonable, and there was no room for negotiation, and no room for others to question it.

After Wang Xunhai finished speaking, he slowly took out Zhen Yuanzi's severed hand from his arms. The hand was dripping with blood, which kept dripping from the fingertips and gathered into a small pool of blood on the ground. It looked particularly terrifying and horrifying.

Wang Xunhai waved his hand lightly as if swinging a sword, and a bright light flashed instantly. The Qiankun Sleeve seemed to have magical power, and the ginseng fruit tree behind Zhen Yuanzi was collected into the sleeve in the blink of an eye.

Zhen Yuanzi was so frightened that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Then he roared loudly with great grief: "Wang Xunhai, I can never coexist with you!" His voice was full of despair and anger, and he seemed to have lost all his vitality in an instant, and he looked much older in an instant.

Wang Xunhai didn't care at all, still laughing wildly, turned around and walked away. His laughter echoed in the air, and that laughter was sharp and piercing, like a sharp blade, fiercely piercing the hearts of everyone present.

Only Zhen Yuanzi and his disciples were left standing there dumbfounded. The disciples were all stunned, their mouths opened wide as if they could fit an egg, their eyes were filled with fear and shock. In their hearts, the master was as noble as a god, but at this moment, the god in their hearts was defeated so miserably, which greatly shocked them.

Tianzun Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, mysterious and solemn.

Everyone on the mountain was dumbfounded at this moment, shocked by the scene before them so much that their souls seemed to have left their bodies.

Their eyes were fixed on the scene where a fierce battle had just taken place, their eyes filled with disbelief and unspeakable horror.

In their hearts, Zhen Yuanzi has always been a god-like existence.

Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of human immortals, was famous and had unfathomable magical powers. In the hearts of the people of Tianzun Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi held the supreme position. They firmly believed that Zhen Yuanzi was invincible and a symbol of invincibility.

However, the cruel reality was like a heavy hammer, hitting their hearts hard. The scene before them forced them to painfully accept the result that they had never thought of, or even dared to think of - Zhen Yuanzi was defeated.

Zhen Yuanzi's face was livid, his eyes were red, and he roared at the crowd in front of him in a rage: "Do you think I want to lose? I am not as skilled as him, so what! This person's strength has surpassed the emperor, reached the realm of gods, and even the level of high-level gods! I really can't understand why the laws of heaven and earth tolerate his existence in the world, this is too unfair!" His voice exploded like thunder in the sky above Tianzun Mountain, filled with endless anger and deep helplessness. Every word seemed to carry his inner pain and unwillingness, shooting around like a sharp arrow.

Zhen Yuanzi's body was shaking constantly, and the amplitude of the shaking was like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, swaying unsteadily, as if it would be blown down by the strong wind at any time. His heart was filled with regret and unwillingness at this moment, and the regret was like a tide, hitting his soul wave after wave. He regretted why he had provoked Wang Xunhai in the first place, and why he had not seen the other party's true strength earlier. He hated his blind self-confidence and his rash behavior. Now, he not only lost the ginseng fruit tree that he regarded as a treasure, but also the crystallization of his hard work and the symbol of his strength. And now, all of this has left him. What made him even more unacceptable was that he had lost face in front of everyone. His former glory and majesty were gone at this moment. His heart was swallowed by pain and despair, as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss, unable to find a trace of light and hope.

On the other side, Wang Xunhai looked particularly calm and composed. His figure was tall and straight, like a towering mountain, exuding a powerful aura that could not be ignored. His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and confidence, which was an absolute trust in his own strength. He slowly turned around and glanced at the people behind him. There was no trace of complacency or pride in his eyes, only a deep calmness. Then, he took a step and walked into the distance. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to carry an invisible force, shaking the air around him.

Wang Xunhai's figure gradually went away, and finally disappeared from everyone's sight. However, the shock and influence he brought, like a deep brand, was forever engraved in everyone's heart and could not be erased. His appearance was like a storm, sweeping across the entire Tianzun Mountain, breaking the original order and balance. His strength made everyone marvel and fear him.