Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The elder brother's voice, like a huge bell, suddenly exploded, just like rolling thunder, rumbling in this world with overwhelming force. The sound was majestic and magnificent, as if it was the sound of war drums from ancient times, shaking everyone's heart. The sound waves vibrated violently in the air, setting off layers of ripples that were clearly visible to the naked eye, like circles of spreading water waves, spreading in all directions. Wherever the ripples reached, the air seemed to be stirred and boiled, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time, as if to fill the entire space, making this world immersed in this thunderous sound.

The elder brother said loudly: "Wang Xunhai, you have successfully completed the second trial. Now, you only have the last two trials left. After you have successfully completed the last two trials, you will be able to control the amazing power that is enough to kill people in heaven!" This voice was like a powerful storm, carrying unparalleled power, sweeping across the entire space. That power seemed to be able to destroy all obstacles, making people tremble, as if their souls were being shaken by this power. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting people's hearts hard, causing ripples.

When Wang Xunhai heard this, his eyes instantly became as bright and hot as a torch, and the light seemed to be able to penetrate the endless darkness and dispel all the haze. He stared closely at the elder brother who was walking towards him step by step steadily and firmly, his eyes revealed incomparable firmness and determination, as if burning with a blazing flame, the flame was hot and fierce, and could burn all obstacles to ashes. Then, he stood up slowly, and the movement seemed a little slow and heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his back. Every subtle movement seemed particularly difficult, as if he was fighting against an invisible force. His body trembled slightly, as if he was under tremendous pressure. The pressure was like an invisible mountain, which made him a little breathless and made his breathing become rapid.

He gently patted the dust off his body, and the dust slowly spread in the air, like a thin layer of mist, covering him. The dust seemed to be a concrete manifestation of his complex state of mind at the moment, with all kinds of emotions such as confusion, bewilderment, and determination intertwined, making his heart as chaotic as the dust, unable to find the direction. The dust flying in the air seemed to be telling his inner struggle and contradiction. Every grain of dust carried his thoughts and floated in the air.

At this moment, his eyes inadvertently fell on Madam Feng, who was extremely weak and had already fainted, and Zi Zhuque, who was hugging Madam Feng tightly. Zi Zhuque's eyes were filled with a hint of reproach that was difficult to conceal, and that look seemed to be able to penetrate one's soul, making people feel a chill rising from their spines. Her eyes were like a cold blade, piercing straight at Wang Xunhai, making people shudder. Her tone was full of complaints as she said, "What a heartless man, you didn't even notice that this woman who has been silently accompanying you and willingly giving for you." Her voice was full of dissatisfaction with Wang Xunhai and heartache for Madam Feng. That voice was like a sharp sword, piercing Wang Xunhai's heart and making him feel a heart-wrenching pain.

When Wang Xunhai heard this, he instantly showed an extremely surprised look on his face, as if time had completely frozen at that moment. His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was so shocked by the sudden news that he could not speak. He turned his eyes eagerly to Madam Feng in Zi Zhuque's arms, and asked with a trembling voice: "Why did she faint?" His voice was full of concern and worry, and the trembling tone showed his extreme anxiety, as if the whole world was becoming shaky at this moment. His eyes were full of fear and confusion, like a child lost in the dark, unable to find the direction to move forward.

Zi Zhuque raised her hand helplessly, pointed at the dazzling white hair on Madam Feng's head, and sighed deeply, saying, "This silly woman, she has injected all the energy in her body into your body without reservation, so that her own life energy is almost exhausted. Look at her aging appearance, where is her former charm?" Her voice was full of helplessness and regret, and the sigh seemed to be an accusation of the injustice of fate, which made people feel sad. Her eyes were full of pity, looking at Madam Feng's appearance, her heart was full of pity, as if the person she cherished most was hurt.

Wang Xunhai's thoughts were instantly pulled back by an invisible big hand to the moment when he was tested in Ni Shui Han. At that time, he was tightly entangled by a group of jellyfish, and his body could hardly move. The soft yet tough tentacles were like ropes, binding him tightly. The feeling of suffocation surged like a tide, and his lungs seemed to be crushed. Every breath became extremely difficult, as if he was struggling to survive in the dark. At that critical moment, a powerful force suddenly erupted in his body, instantly shaking off the jellyfish. The force was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging and unstoppable, breaking through all obstacles. At that moment, he seemed to feel an unprecedented power that allowed him to break free from the predicament.

Now he suddenly realized that it was this beautiful woman who was helping him with all her might. Thinking of this, Wang Xunhai's face showed a moving expression, and his eyes were full of gratitude and guilt. The gratitude was like a gurgling stream, warm and sincere, slowly flowing in his heart; the guilt was like a heavy yoke, pressing him to the point of being a little breathless, and filling his heart with regret and self-blame. His heart was full of contradictions and pain, and he didn't know how to face Mrs. Feng's efforts, as if he was caught in an endless whirlpool.

He walked quickly to Madam Feng, his steps firm and powerful, as if every step carried his firm determination. His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of breaking a piece of extremely precious porcelain. He carefully took the woman from Zi Zhuque's arms and held her tightly in his arms. His arms were warm and solid, as if they were the safest harbor in the world, able to shelter Madam Feng from the wind and rain. He said in a low and gentle voice: "You are really silly." That voice was full of endless love and care, as if it could melt all the ice and let Madam Feng feel his deep emotions. His eyes were full of tenderness and care, as if he wanted to use his love to make up for everything Madam Feng had given. That look was like the warm sun in spring, shining on Madam Feng, giving her endless warmth and comfort.