Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's heart seemed to be ravaged by an extremely violent storm. The storm was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, sweeping in like a demon with a terrifying attitude that could destroy the world. The storm carried an endless destructive force, and everything was ruthlessly destroyed wherever it went. It was like a surging tide, with an unstoppable momentum, frantically attacking Wang Xunhai's mental defenses.

The raging waves stirred up by the storm rolled wildly in the depths of Wang Xunhai's soul. Each wave contained a huge force, as if trying to completely devour his entire body and mind, leaving him no chance to breathe. This feeling was like falling into an endless dark abyss, surrounded by dead silence, without a trace of light, only heavy pressure surging like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe, as if the whole world was ruthlessly squeezing him.

The indescribable pain, like a surging, boundless tide, surged into his heart with an overwhelming and unstoppable momentum. This feeling filled his heart with despair and helplessness, as if he had been abandoned by the world and trapped in an inescapable predicament. He felt like a small boat swaying in the wind and waves, which could be completely overturned at any time and sink into endless darkness.

His heart seemed to be scorched by a blazing fire, and the burning sensation made his heart beat violently. Every beat seemed to be trying its best to break free from the restraints of the chest, longing to burst out with a shocking force that would shake the world and make everything in the world tremble. His heart was like a volcano about to erupt, with huge energy inside that could erupt at any time.

His eyes projected an unwavering light, which was like a sharp sword that could cut through iron and mud, piercing forward without hesitation. His eyes were full of fearless courage and firm belief, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward. His eyes were like a torch, illuminating the road ahead of him, allowing him to find a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

He said in a resounding voice: "We absolutely do not want to become his slaves. This is the cry from the depths of our souls! We also know deeply that only by making ourselves strong and impeccable can we have the strength to compete with him. You divided the two realms, isn't it because you hope that the lower realm will have people who are strong enough to compete with the upper realm, so as to help you wash away the shame you suffered in the past?"

Hearing these words, the old man shook his head slowly. His expression was so solemn that he seemed to be carrying a majestic and towering mountain. The heavy pressure seemed to contain the heavy burden of all things in the world, making his face look tired and vicissitudes. His weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles, and each wrinkle seemed to be a knife of time silently telling the vicissitudes and heaviness of the years. In those deep wrinkles, there are countless stories and memories, including laughter, tears, success, and failure. Each wrinkle is a witness to his life experience and a mark he left in the long river of time.

He slowly began to speak: "Your current strength is really too weak. Compared with the required standard, it is just like the gap between the stars and the bright moon. The gap is so big that it makes people feel extremely desperate. Before you understand the true meaning of the great way I left behind, this sky may be able to temporarily maintain its surface calm and not collapse in an instant. However, those guys who are high up in the sky, they are in a mysterious realm beyond the clouds, but they are always like hungry and ferocious wolves, greedily spying on everything in the lower world. They are ambitious and want to kill all of you people in the lower world and ruthlessly suck away all the spiritual energy contained in your bodies to satisfy their endless and extremely greedy ugly desires."

When Wang Xunhai heard this, he felt a bone-chilling chill like a sinister venomous snake, which quickly shot up from his feet to his head. The chill seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, and instantly enveloped his body with endless coldness and despair. The blood in his body seemed to solidify in an instant, and his body trembled violently, as if he was in a world of ice and snow. The coldness penetrated deep into his bones, causing every cell in his body to tremble and every nerve to groan in pain.

His scalp was tingling, and it felt like countless tiny ants were crawling around on his scalp, making him feel extremely uncomfortable and filled with fear and anxiety. This feeling made him want to scratch his scalp immediately to get rid of this unbearable torture. In the blink of an eye, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat. Those beads of sweat were like crystal clear pearls, flashing with a panic light on his forehead. Each bead of sweat seemed to be an external reflection of his inner fear. They kept seeping out, gathering into small streams of water, sliding down his cheeks.

He raised his hand hastily and wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously. His action seemed quite flustered, even revealing a hint of despair, as if he had foreseen the difficulties and obstacles in the future. There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, like a weak candlelight swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time. He asked anxiously: "Then when will we be able to have the powerful force to compete with those gods outside the sky?"

The old man stared at him deeply, his eyes filled with complex emotions. There was helplessness, a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of the cruel reality, as if facing an insurmountable wall, no matter how hard he tried, he could not cross it. There was regret, feeling sad and regretful for their current weakness, like watching a precious treasure about to be broken, but being powerless to do anything. There was expectation, placing high hopes on their future growth, as if seeing a ray of light in the darkness, although weak, but it brought hope to people. There was also a subtle worry, worrying that they could not bear this heavy mission, just like worrying that the tender seedlings could not withstand the ravages of the storm.

His tone was as heavy as iron, as if every word carried a tremendous force: "From a theoretical perspective, if you want to fight against those gods, it is almost as difficult as ascending to heaven. The power they possess is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. That power is as unfathomable as the vast and deep universe, which is daunting. The universe contains endless mysteries and dangers, like a huge black hole. Anything that approaches it will be ruthlessly swallowed. Their power is like this black hole, which makes people feel extremely terrified and desperate.

They also control mysterious and unfathomable magic spells, which are as dazzling as the brilliant stars, but also contain deadly dangers. The light of those spells is as bright as the stars, beautiful and charming, but behind this beauty, there is endless murderous intent. Each spell is like a meteor, carrying the power of destruction. Once released, it will bring great disaster to the world.

For you who are in the lower world, it is undoubtedly a huge chasm that is as difficult to cross as a natural moat, and a towering mountain that is almost insurmountable. To conquer it, you need to pay an unimaginable amount of effort and a painful price, just like walking hard through a bush of thorns. Every step is full of dangers and challenges, and every step forward requires a huge price to pay, but you have no choice but to retreat. Only by moving forward courageously can you have a glimmer of hope. "