Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai seemed to have suddenly woken up without any warning from a deep, boundless nightmare that seemed to be able to swallow a person whole. The nightmare was like an endless dark abyss, exuding a chilling breath. There seemed to be a mysterious and terrifying power that quietly and silently dragged the human soul into the endless darkness. Wang Xunhai's whole body twitched violently and every muscle was trembling wildly, as if controlled by a terrifying power from the depths of the nightmare. The power was powerful and invisible, like two huge palms covering the sky and the sun, mercilessly pulling him towards the dark and endless abyss. The power seemed to carry endless malice and coldness, making Wang Xunhai feel a deep despair and fear, as if the whole world collapsed in an instant, burying him completely in this endless darkness.

However, with his indestructible will as strong as steel, he finally managed to break free from the memories that were like a thick quagmire that trapped him at this critical moment. His will was like a blazing flame, shining with unwavering light in the endless darkness, stubbornly resisting the erosion of the terrifying force. His will was like a towering mountain, standing firm no matter how violent the storm was.

At this moment, his chest was like a drum being hit hard in a strong wind, rising and falling sharply. Every breath he took seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, so difficult that he almost suffocated. His breathing was rapid and heavy, as if the air had become extremely sticky, making it difficult for him to breathe in smoothly. He was panting heavily, and he looked as if he wanted to greedily swallow all the air around him into his stomach, trying to fill the fear and anxiety in his heart that seemed like a bottomless black hole. His eyes were full of fatigue and fear, and they seemed to have lost their focus, staring blankly ahead, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle, which caused great trauma to his body and mind.

Beads of sweat poured down from his forehead like a dense rainstorm. The sweat flowed freely like a flood, soaking his clothes completely in the blink of an eye. The wet clothes clung to his body tightly, like a heavy and cold shackle, ruthlessly binding his body, making him feel extremely depressed and restrained. Every drop of sweat seemed to carry his inner fear and anxiety, dripping heavily on the ground, making a slight sound, as if it was his inner groan of pain.

He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with a thick layer of confusion and fear. His eyes seemed to have lost their souls, staring at the old man in front of him empty, as if at that moment, his soul was pulled out of his body, leaving only an empty shell. His eyes were full of helplessness and confusion, as if he had lost his way in this world, could not find a glimmer of hope, and fell into endless darkness.

The old man looked at Wang Xunhai's miserable appearance, and his face couldn't help but reveal an expression of helplessness and sadness. His eyes were full of vicissitudes and fatigue, as if they had traveled through time and space, witnessing countless storms and hardships. He shook his head slowly, and the movement seemed to carry endless vicissitudes and heaviness, as if telling the ruthlessness of time and the hardships of life. His hair was slightly gray, and the wrinkles on his face were like the marks of time, deep and clear, and each wrinkle contained the story of his life. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of time, and he said slowly: "This is my memory." There was a deep helplessness and sadness in that voice, as if telling a past that was too painful to look back on, which made people feel pity.

When Wang Xunhai heard this, his body trembled violently as if he was hit by a thunderbolt of astonishing power. His heart was filled with shock and disbelief, as if the whole world was collapsing in an instant, and his inner world fell into chaos. The shock in his heart was like a violent tsunami, rolling violently with overwhelming force, causing his thoughts to fall into chaos. He felt a piercing chill winding up from the soles of his feet like a venomous snake, quickly spreading throughout his body to the top of his head, making his scalp numb. His voice trembled like a leaf shivering in the wind, and he said with difficulty: "You said that the mission of the Xuanshen inheritance is to kill all the gods in the sky?" His eyes were full of fear and doubt, as if he was trying to understand this incredible mission, trying to find a clue from this chaotic thought.

When the old man heard Wang Xunhai's question, he raised his head and laughed wildly. The laughter kept echoing in the empty space, like rolling thunder, deafening and lasting for a long time. There was a bit of desolation in the laughter, which was the trace of time and the testimony of the countless sufferings he had experienced; there was a bit of grief and indignation in the laughter, which was the accusation of injustice and his dissatisfaction and anger with the world; there seemed to be a bit of unwillingness to fate in the laughter, which was the struggle against the status quo that could not be changed, and the pain and helplessness in his heart. When people heard this laughter, they couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of sadness in their hearts, as if the whole world was immersed in this endless sorrow.

After laughing, his eyes instantly became as cold as frost, like ice that has not melted for thousands of years. He said without any emotion: "Don't listen to the nonsense of those guys in the sky! What kind of gods are they? They are just a group of demons! A group of demons who have become immortals through unorthodox methods have been imprisoned outside the sky by me and cannot step into the human world. Therefore, they shamelessly proclaimed themselves as gods, and painstakingly wove a set of lies about cultivating immortals and becoming gods, in an attempt to deceive you who have been bewildered, so that you are full of endless yearning for the sky. However, you might as well think about it carefully. If you really reach the sky, what can you do? When you reach the sky, you will only become their slaves, driven by them at will, and you will never be able to turn over. You will be trapped in endless pain and torture all your life, and you will not be able to get rid of it!" The old man's voice was full of anger and disdain, and his eyes flashed with a firm light. That light seemed to be the fire in his heart, burning in this dark world, illuminating his way forward. His words were like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts, causing them to have deep doubts and fears about the so-called "God".