Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Three hours later, in the depths of the vast and boundless forest in the Great Wilderness, Wang Xunhai went through numerous hardships and dangers and finally struggled to break free from the terrifying crisis.

He dragged his exhausted and nearly collapsed body, staggering along like a candle in the wind, and finally arrived at a mountain wall.

The mountain wall towered into the clouds, like a natural barrier that stood tall and straight, cold and hard, exuding a daunting aura.

Wang Xunhai's face was as pale as gold paper, and he looked haggard, but his eyes revealed a gleam of unwavering determination, which was like a bright lamp in the darkness, dim but flickering tenaciously.

He slowly stretched out his scarred hand, the wounds on his hands crisscrossed like cracked land.

His fingers gently touched the mountain wall, and the touch felt like thousand-year-old ice. The biting cold instantly spread throughout his body, making him shiver slightly.

His fingers moved slowly on the mountain wall, as if he was feeling the mysterious power contained in the mountain wall. The power seemed to flow through his fingertips, causing a strange feeling to surge in his heart.

Then he took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to be the source of his life, giving him strength and courage.

He began his extremely difficult climbing journey. He pulled out the extremely sharp knife from his waist, and the blade flashed a cold light in the mottled sunlight that shone through the gaps in the leaves. The cold light was like the bright stars in the night sky, dazzling and eye-catching.

Then, he took out a tough rattan that he had carefully collected in the forest from his backpack. The rattan had clear texture and tough texture, as if it contained the endless power of nature.

The lines on the rattan are like traces of time, telling the vicissitudes and mystery of nature.

He tied one end of the vine tightly around his waist and hung the other end firmly on the knife that was deeply embedded in the rock wall.

In this way, a simple foothold that can support him to rest in mid-air was completed. Although this foothold is simple, it carries his desire for survival and hope for the future.

Wang Xunhai clenched his fists, the energy in his body surged violently like a surging tide. He raised his head, and his eyes suddenly lit up with white light, dazzling and bright, just like the brightest stars in the night sky.

At this time, he was a first-level practitioner. Although he could only attach the energy gained from practice to the surface of his skin, it was already a glimmer of hope for him in this difficult situation.

The white light formed a faint halo around his body, making him look like a god, full of mystery.

Wang Xunhai stared at the towering mountain wall in front of him, without any fear in his eyes. His eyes were firm and persistent, as if the mountain wall was just an insignificant obstacle in his eyes.

He swung his fist without hesitation, and in an instant, the white energy contained in his fist was released like a raging torrent, hitting the mountain wall hard.

There was a loud "bang" and tiny cracks appeared on the mountain wall, spreading rapidly like a spider web.

The sound resounded through the sky, like a roar between heaven and earth, shaking the entire forest. The broken rocks on the mountain wall fell one after another, hitting the ground like raindrops, raising a cloud of dust.

Wang Xunhai did not stop. He raised his fist again. There was another dull sound of impact. With a "bang", his fist hit the mountain wall in front of him again.

His movements were mechanical and powerful, like a tireless construction machine, chiseling tenaciously on the hard mountain wall.

Each punch contained his endless perseverance and determination, and each collision burst into brilliant light, which was as colorful as fireworks, as if the fire in his heart was burning. His sweat fell like rain, glittering in the sun. His breathing was rapid and heavy, like the whirring of a bellows. But his eyes were always firm, without the slightest wavering.

Time passed quietly between his punches. After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xunhai finally punched a small hole in the mountain wall in front of him. He struggled to crawl into the hole and curled up in the corner, like a wounded beast looking for the last shelter. His body was trembling slightly, and sweat had already soaked his clothes. The clothes were tightly attached to his body, outlining his thin but tough body. His eyes still flashed with a determined light, which was like a beacon in the dark night, illuminating his way forward.

Wang Xunhai took out the flint from his arms, his hands trembling slightly, trying to ignite a glimmer of hope in the darkness. The flint seemed to become extremely heavy in his hands, and every friction required him to use all his strength. But he did not give up, his eyes were full of desire for life and expectations for the future. After several attempts, finally, sparks splashed out, ignited the hay, and raised a warm fire. The flame jumped and danced, as if it was a symbol of life, bringing a glimmer of light and warmth to this dark cave. The light of the flame illuminated Wang Xunhai's face, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Wang Xunhai silently watched the dancing flames, his eyes revealing a trace of fatigue and relief. He was too tired today, exhausted both physically and mentally, and needed a good rest. In the warm firelight, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, entering a short and peaceful dream. His breathing gradually became steady, and his body relaxed, as if all the fatigue was released at this moment.

However, after he fell asleep, strange changes occurred on the ground of the rock wall where he was. A blue light like a will-o'-the-wisp slowly rose up. The light was deep and blue, like a dream, as if it was a mysterious power from the Netherworld. The blue light was like a thread, slowly rising, like a light gauze dancing in the air. They danced as lightly as fireflies, and as strange and eerie as will-o'-the-wisp, winding upwards towards the cave entrance on the rock wall.

Wherever the blue light reached, the air seemed to be frozen, emitting an icy breath. The breath was as sharp as an ice knife, cutting everything around. They flickered in the darkness, like a pair of strange eyes, peeking at the world. As the light approached, the temperature at the entrance of the rock wall dropped sharply, as if it had entered winter in an instant. The cold breath spread, shrouding the entire cave in a gloomy atmosphere.

Then, at the entrance of the rock wall, the blue light actually formed a figure. It was a blue figure, with bared fangs and claws, a ferocious appearance, and roaring, like a demon from hell. Looking closely, this blue translucent figure turned out to be the little demon beast - the wolf-shaped demon beast, the Cangming Wolf! Its dark blue eyes revealed endless anger and resentment, like a burning flame.

The flames seemed to burn everything to ashes, making people shudder. The body of the Cangming Wolf looked particularly strange under the blue light, and its hair was like sharp ice spikes, emitting a cold breath. The hair was shining with a faint blue light, as if it was made of ice crystals, beautiful and deadly.

Its claws were extremely sharp, flashing coldly under the light, as if it was ready to tear the enemy into pieces at any time. Its mouth opened, revealing sharp teeth, which flashed blue light, as if venom was flowing. The venom exuded a pungent smell, which made people feel nauseous and terrified.

At this moment, the Cangming Wolf pounced forward like a demon, and its target was the sleeping Wang Xunhai. It was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning across the night sky, and it arrived in front of Wang Xunhai in an instant. The powerful breath rushed towards him, making it almost impossible to breathe.