Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The corners of the old man's mouth slightly raised, and the arc was like a mysterious and charming arc, just like the track left by the bright meteors in the night sky, containing endless depth and charming charm. The arc carries a meaning that is difficult to accurately describe in words and is extremely profound. It seems to have the magical power to cross the barriers of time and space, and can reach the deepest part of people's hearts and touch the strings hidden in the depths of the soul. Slowly, a meaningful smile gradually bloomed on his face in an extremely soothing and elegant manner, like the ice-breaking lake water in spring. The smile is like an extremely deep mystery, which seems to hide countless legendary stories and endless profound meanings. This smile seems to have an invisible magic that makes people involuntarily attracted to it, and a strong curiosity surges in their hearts, and they can't wait to go deep into it to explore the mysterious secrets hidden behind the smile.

Then, his eyes, which had been closed for a long time, slowly opened like two mysterious doors that had not been opened for a long time. A pure white light slowly lit up from his eyes. At first, the light was still a little weak, just like the hazy and soft light before dawn. The light was gently radiating, as warm as a mother's embrace, and like the first breeze in the morning, with a breath of freshness and tranquility, but also with an unknown mysterious power. But as time went by, the light became stronger and more dazzling, like a new sun, releasing endless brilliance. This brilliance was so dazzling that it seemed to dispel all the darkness in the world, until everything around it was as bright as day. Wherever the light reached, everything was illuminated, as if the whole world was shrouded in this sacred light, immersed in a solemn and sacred atmosphere. Every inch of land and every leaf glowed with vitality under the illumination of this light, as if it was reborn.

Wang Xunhai felt that at that moment, the world in front of him was filled with endless whiteness. The pure white light was like a surging tide, quickly filling his vision with an unstoppable momentum, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. The light was as strong as a blazing flame, burning his eyes and making his vision blurry at that moment.

Then, his consciousness seemed to be tightly pulled by an invisible force that was so powerful that it was beyond imagination, and he involuntarily fell into a distant memory.

Before his eyes, countless images unfolded at an astonishing speed, like a series of colorful and vivid paintings. These images were like shooting stars across the night sky, so fast that he couldn't keep up, as if the torrent of time was rushing past his eyes, taking him through the tunnel of time and space, heading to the distant past. Each picture was lifelike, as if he had experienced it personally, and he was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Wang Xunhai's consciousness seemed to have passed through the barriers of time and space and returned to the ancient times. He saw the body of the old man who fell in the human world. At this time, the human world was extremely desolate. There was no vitality on the vast wilderness. The land was cracked like a dense spider web, crisscrossed, and no grass grew. The cracked land seemed to be a wound on the earth, telling the vicissitudes of time and endless suffering. The air was filled with a bleak and desolate atmosphere that made people feel extremely depressed, as if this land had been forgotten by the world and abandoned by time. The wind whistled past, rolling up the sky full of sand and dust, making it impossible to open your eyes.

In the center of this vast wilderness, a huge mountain stands tall, its peak soaring into the clouds, like a giant standing tall, majestically overlooking this vast land. The mountain is steep and rugged, with clouds and mist lingering in between, giving people a mysterious and majestic feeling. The clouds and mist float like a veil, sometimes covering the mountain, and sometimes revealing its majestic figure, making people marvel at the uncanny workmanship of nature. The surface of the mountain is covered with traces of time, which are the marks of wind and rain erosion, and also the witness of the passage of time.

The old man lying on the wasteland revealed deep fatigue in his eyes, which seemed to be the ruthless marks of time, deeply imprinted in his eyes. His face was haggard, and the wrinkles were crisscrossed like ravines, as if recording the countless hardships and tribulations he had experienced. But under that fatigue, there was an unswerving light, like a bright light in the darkness, always illuminating his way forward. Although the light was weak, it contained endless strength and hope, making people feel his inner tenacity and indomitable spirit.

He stared at the mountain in front of him. Although his body was extremely weak, as if a breeze could easily blow him down, his eyes revealed an unyielding will. It was a spirit that would never yield even in the face of the most difficult predicament, as tough as steel and unshakable. His body was trembling slightly, but he still tried hard to support himself and not let himself fall. His fingers were digging into the ground tightly, as if he was trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope, which made people stand in awe.

The old man closed his eyes silently, his voice trembling a little, with a trace of anger and helplessness that was difficult to conceal, and he slowly said: "You want to get my power, haha, even if I give this power to all living things in the world, I will never give it to you, you bastards who don't know how to repay the favor!" His words were like heavy boulders, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, hitting the ground hard, stirring up a cloud of dust. His tone was full of deep dissatisfaction and extreme disappointment with those people, a kind of anger and helplessness after being betrayed. His voice echoed in this desolate land for a long time, as if telling of his grief and unwillingness.

Then, the old man slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky. He saw countless people in Taoist robes floating in the air. They had different postures. Some were tall and straight, standing like majestic mountains, giving people a strong sense of oppression. Their postures were majestic, and their Taoist robes fluttered in the wind, as if showing the world their majesty and powerful strength. The Taoist robes were embroidered with mysterious runes, flashing with strange light, which made people look sideways.

Some were short and agile, but they exuded a spirit of agility, as if they could dodge any attack with their agility at any time. Their movements were light and agile, making them hard to predict. Their eyes flashed with cunning light, which seemed to hide countless conspiracies and calculations, making them hard to predict. They held various magical instruments in their hands, some of which emitted strange light, while others emitted bursts of low sounds, making people feel an inexplicable fear.

Some of them have human faces, and their expressions are as cold as ice, which makes people shudder. There is no emotion in their eyes, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with them. Their faces are cold, as if they were carved, without the slightest change of expression. Their existence makes people feel an inexplicable fear, as if they are messengers from the dark world, bringing only death and destruction.

Some of them have lion heads, looking majestic and ferocious, making people afraid. Their roars seem to be able to shake the sky, and the sound is full of power and majesty, which makes people tremble with fear. Their hair burns like flames, and their eyes reveal a wild aura that makes people dare not approach easily.

These people looked down at the old man lying on the ground, who was already at the end of his strength. Their eyes revealed greed and disdain. Their gazes pierced the old man like sharp swords, as if the old man was a lamb to be slaughtered in their eyes, waiting for them to take him easily. There was a sneer on the corners of their mouths, and that smile was full of desire for power and contempt for the old man. This attitude made people feel angry and sad.