Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai seemed to be in an endless dark world at this moment. The darkness was so thick that it made people shudder. It was like a jar of extremely sticky ink that could not be dissolved. It rushed in from all directions and trapped him tightly in it with an extremely powerful force. The power of this darkness was so strong that he almost suffocated. Every breath seemed extremely difficult. He seemed to have fallen into a bottomless and lifeless dark abyss. The darkness around him seemed to have turned into a pair of invisible but powerful hands, strangling his throat tightly, making him feel an unprecedented despair and helplessness. Under the cover of this darkness, he was extremely discouraged, and the vitality of life seemed to be ruthlessly extracted bit by bit by this endless darkness. He was like a puppet who had lost his soul, with his head drooping weakly, as if the source of life was slowly flowing out of his body, but he was powerless.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. He stood quietly in the darkness, like a lonely and desperate statue, silent. During that long time, no sound came out of his mouth, only the endless darkness and his despair intertwined. The air around him seemed to be infected by his despair, becoming extremely heavy and depressing. It felt like a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds was pressing down on people's hearts, making them feel suffocated and almost unable to breathe. Every breath was like a difficult battle, making people miserable.

Beside him, an old man raised his mouth slightly. His seemingly ordinary smile seemed to hide endless mysteries and deep meanings. The old man's eyes were as calm as water, like a quiet lake, without any ripples, but deep as the abyss, making it difficult for people to see the bottom. His eyes were fixed on Wang Xunhai, who had already fallen into the abyss of despair, and he slowly said, "But fate is always mysterious, like a winding path hidden in the fog, making it difficult to predict its direction. How can you rashly assert that your future will be so bleak and hopeless? Perhaps, in that unreachable future, you will really be able to step onto the vast and boundless sky, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring, and ruthlessly pull those high-handed, arrogant, and conceited people down from their positions, and completely overthrow the so-called heaven, making it vulnerable like a candle in the wind, and then replace it and become the new master, controlling the changes in the world and dominating the life and death cycle of all things."

The old man's words were like a faint dawn that suddenly flashed in the darkness, instantly igniting the dying fire of hope in Wang Xunhai's heart. A raging fire suddenly ignited in his eyes, and the flame was hot and strong, as if it wanted to burn all obstacles in the world. His fists were clenched tightly, and due to excessive force, the knuckles became pale as paper. The paleness formed a very sharp contrast with the blue veins on the back of his hands that were protruding due to the force, like a black and white painting full of tension. He said in a firm tone, "You are right. I am unique and there is a world of difference between me and those people. I have the inheritance you have bestowed upon me. This is my most solid backing and the source of my motivation to move forward courageously! This inheritance is like a bright lamp in the dark night, illuminating the way forward for me and keeping me from being lost in the darkness; it is also like a sturdy ship in the turbulent waves, leading me through the storm and waves to the other side of success. I firmly believe that with this inheritance, I will be able to realize my ideals and create my own glorious legend!"

The old man stared at Wang Xunhai quietly, his eyes revealing a look of relief and approval. That look seemed to contain infinite expectations and trust for Wang Xunhai, like warm sunshine, sprinkled in Wang Xunhai's heart. Then, the old man nodded slowly, as if he was sincerely satisfied with Wang Xunhai's performance. Then, in Wang Xunhai's astonished eyes, the old man's body began to undergo strange changes. His body gradually turned into countless fragments, and those fragments flashed like bright starlight. In the bitter cold wind on the top of the snow-capped mountain, these fragments gradually dissipated like a dream until they disappeared without a trace. Wang Xunhai stared blankly at the gradually disappearing smile on the old man's face, his heart filled with endless reluctance and deep shock. The reluctance surged into his heart like a tide, making his eyes wet. And the deep shock, like a heavy hammer, hit his heart hard. Until the old man's entire body completely disappeared and turned into nothingness, Wang Xunhai still stared at the void for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave the old man's figure forever in the depths of his soul, so that the memory would never disappear.

Wang Xunhai stood alone on the top of the snowy mountain, letting the biting cold wind cut his body like a sharp blade. The cold wind whistled, making bursts of shrill sounds, as if countless wronged souls were crying out in pain. The sound was creepy, as if it wanted to swallow him whole. But he stood there unswervingly like a towering mountain, unmoved. He slowly closed his eyes, and his thoughts surged like a surging tide. Past experiences kept emerging in his mind like movie scenes. There were painful tortures, which bit his soul like a poisonous snake; there were setbacks, which were like huge rocks, weighing heavily on his heart; there were also moments of joy, which were like bright stars, illuminating his dark world; and the dawn of hope, which was like a warm spring breeze, blowing on his cold heart. These thoughts intertwined and merged together, forming an extremely powerful force that stirred in his heart like a raging torrent, impacting his soul and making his heart unable to calm down for a long time.

When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that he had returned to the original cave. Wang Xunhai took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated mood. He covered his chest tightly with his hands, and could clearly feel the violent heartbeat. The heartbeat was like an exciting war drum, inspiring him to keep moving forward bravely, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. Then, he pulled the clothes off his chest with force. On his chest, a triangular pattern was emitting a dazzling and brilliant light. The light was like a scorching sun, illuminating the entire cave, making every corner of the cave as bright as day. The light was so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if it possessed endless power and mysterious magic.

Wang Xunhai's face showed a serious and solemn expression, his eyes were full of determination and confidence, as if no difficulties could stop him from moving forward. His voice was as firm as iron, and he said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "I have successfully broken through to the Supreme Realm. This is the result of my hard work, and it is also a new starting point for me to move towards a higher peak. I firmly believe that in the next trial, I will be able to break through to the Great Emperor Realm. Now, I am only one step away from that goal! I will go all out, not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, and launch a fierce impact on the Great Emperor Realm. I believe that as long as I persevere and persevere, I will be able to achieve my goal, become a truly peerless strongman, and stand at the top of the world!" His words echoed in the cave, full of strength and determination, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and realize his great dream.