Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The middle-aged Wang Xunhai was quietly suspended in the air. The airflow around him seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, becoming slow and heavy. He seemed to be in an invisible force field. The mysterious force not only affected the airflow, but also seemed to be silently oppressing everything around him. Wang Xunhai's body was like a heavy mountain, as if he was carrying the weight of the whole world. His slightly bent back revealed an indescribable fatigue. His clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, but they seemed so heavy, as if the vicissitudes of life were like layers of heavy dust, ruthlessly pressing on him, making every movement of his seem particularly difficult.

His eyes are as deep as the abyss, like an endless dark abyss, which makes people fall into it and is difficult to understand. There seem to be countless stories in his eyes, but they are covered by a mysterious veil, which makes people want to explore the mystery. His eyes are deep and distant, as if they have traveled through the long river of time and space and witnessed countless joys and sorrows. The fatigue and determination in his eyes are intertwined, forming a unique temperament that makes people moved.

He spoke slowly, each word seemed to carry a great force, and said solemnly: "I thought I met someone, it turned out to be you, you are the so-called gods from heaven, right? How did you do it? You didn't follow the laws of heaven and earth to come to the human world." His words were full of doubts, and his voice was low and powerful, as if it was a muffled sound coming from deep underground. His eyes were intertwined with vigilance and confusion, and his eyes were like a sharp hawk, staring at the other party, trying to find the truth through the other party's appearance. His voice echoed in the silent air, with a firm determination and unyielding will, as if he was challenging fate.

Hearing this, the muscles on Li Jing's face twitched slightly, and the subtle movement seemed to contain the power to destroy the world. His eyes were as cold as frost, and the coldness seemed to freeze everything around him. A cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the smile was like frost in the cold winter, which made people shudder. He said disdainfully: "You still care about others, but you should stop caring about others now, and care about yourself. You have become a lamb to be slaughtered." His voice was cold and ruthless, and every word was like a sharp ice blade, piercing people's eardrums. There was a trace of cold murderous intent in his eyes, and the coldness seemed to freeze the air around him into ice, making it difficult to breathe. In his eyes, Wang Xunhai was like fish on a chopping board, letting him slaughter him. The arrogance and contempt in his eyes seemed to declare that Wang Xunhai's fate was doomed and no one could change it. His voice was cold and ruthless, like a judgment from hell, which made people feel a sense of despair.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, threw the heavy pagoda in his hand without hesitation. The moment the pagoda was released from his hand, it emitted an extremely powerful pressure, like an invisible mountain, which made people breathless. The pressure surged like a tide, spreading to the surroundings, making people feel an irresistible fear. Accompanied by the whistling wind, the pagoda flew towards Wang Xunhai at an astonishing speed like a cannonball.

The runes on the tower shone with strange light. They seemed to be ancient mysterious symbols, containing endless power and curses. They danced on the tower, as if telling unknown stories. The light was dazzling, but it also had a creepy aura, as if it was a declaration of death. The tower drew an arc in the air, bringing up a gust of wind, and the surrounding clouds were stirred up by this powerful force.

Seeing this, Wang Xunhai frowned tightly. The wrinkles seemed like deep marks carved by the years, and also seemed to be the reflection of his extreme anxiety at the moment.

Every wrinkle is like a ravine, carrying his worries and anxieties.

There was a flash of determination in his eyes, and then he looked up to the sky and let out a loud roar. The sound was like thunder, resounding through the sky, as if it would shake the entire world.

The roar contained endless anger and unwillingness, as if it was an unyielding struggle against fate.

As he roared, the mountain behind him began to shake violently.

The trees on the mountain were shaking wildly, and the leaves were falling like a green rainstorm.

The sand and stones rolled down, making a dull sound, as if the earth was wailing in pain.

Then, the mountain seemed to be lifted up by an invisible and powerful force, slowly rising from the ground and slowly floating. For a moment, flying sand and rocks covered the sky, and the mountain floated in the sky, forming a magnificent island in the sky.

The sky island is majestic and magnificent, as if it is a mysterious relic from ancient times, exuding a mysterious and solemn atmosphere. The rock texture on the mountain is clearly visible, and the texture is like the rings of time, recording the vicissitudes of time. The clouds and mists around the sky island are lingering, like a dream, adding a mysterious color. Those clouds and mists float like a veil, sometimes covering the sky island, and sometimes making it looming, as if deliberately teasing people's sight. Everything on the sky island seems so mysterious and ancient, as if hiding countless secrets waiting for people to explore. The flowers, plants and trees on the mountain are still growing tenaciously under this powerful force. They sway in the wind, as if showing the world the tenacity and indomitable spirit of life.

At the same time, the huge tower fell on Wang Xunhai's head like a falling star with the force of thunder. The powerful impact caused the surrounding space to be distorted violently, and ripples appeared in the air, as if the space was torn apart by this powerful force. The whole space made a buzzing sound, as if protesting against the raging of this powerful force. The tower was so fast that people had no time to react. It had already arrived in the blink of an eye.

Although the mountain behind Wang Xunhai successfully avoided the direct attack of the tower, Wang Xunhai was not so lucky. He only felt a powerful force binding him tightly, and that force was like a pair of invisible big hands, holding him tightly. Then his eyes went black, and he was directly imprisoned by the powerful tower.

The light flickered in the tower, and mysterious runes loomed. The runes seemed to have life, wandering freely in the tower. They flickered with strange light, binding Wang Xunhai tightly in it, making it impossible for him to break free. The runes seemed to be laughing at Wang Xunhai's powerless struggle. They jumped and released an evil force, making Wang Xunhai's efforts seem so futile. Wang Xunhai tried to struggle, but the power generated by the mysterious runes was like a solid cage, making his resistance meaningless. His body twisted painfully in the tower, and sweat fell like rain, soaking his clothes, but he could not change his trapped fate. There was still a trace of unyielding light in his eyes. Although the light was weak, it was like a star in the dark night, shining with firm belief, as if telling the world that he would not give up easily.