Journey to the Mysterious Sea

He was like a ferocious beast that was burning with anger and completely incinerated to its peak state. Every cell in his body was filled and spread by the furious aura, leaving no room for hesitation or retreat. His anger was like hot magma, rolling and surging in his body, almost completely devouring his reason.

He was like an arrow shot from a bow, rushing towards the majestic and imposing Fighting Buddha like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food with the swiftness and speed of lightning. His figure was as fast as a ghost, and wherever he passed, the air was torn into tiny ripples, as if telling of his unparalleled speed and strength.

He stretched out his arms with all his strength, like an eagle ready to spread its wings and soar into the sky, carrying with him an amazing momentum of thunder and lightning, and mercilessly grabbed at the arms of the Fighting Buddha. His movements were as fast as lightning across the night sky. His fingers were as sharp as eagle claws, and the fingertips flashed with cold light, as if they could easily tear apart all obstacles in front of him.

The power was so strong that it was terrifying, and it seemed to contain the terrifying power to crush the opponent's bones into powder. As a result, the arms of the Fighting Buddha seemed to be locked tightly by extremely heavy and indestructible iron chains. Not to mention the slightest movement, even the slightest struggle has become an unattainable luxury. The muscles in the arms of the Fighting Buddha were tense, trying to break free from this powerful bondage, but all efforts seemed so pale and powerless.

Sun Wukong slowly raised his head, his eyes shone with an unwavering light, that light was like the bright and dazzling stars in the cold night, shining brightly, emitting endless determination and persistence. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.

At the same time, his eyes were filled with deep disdain, as if everything in front of him was just insignificant dust that was not worth mentioning. He just stared at the existence in front of him, who was known as the Fighting Buddha. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all the hypocritical disguises and reach the core essence of things. His voice was low and powerful, like bursts of muffled thunder from ancient times, slowly echoing in the air, and he said word by word: "What is fake can never become real. Even if you really force me into a desperate situation and try to devour me completely, you can never change the cruel fact that you are just a fake. It's really sad! Your so-called glory is nothing but an illusory dream bubble. No one knows about it, and no one will care. And what people will always remember in their hearts is always the great reputation of me, Sun Wukong. Even at the last moment of your life, you, a cowardly guy, dare not reveal your true identity to the public. You can only hide your head and show your tail like a ghost that cannot see the light, and live a miserable life." His words were like sharp blades, stabbing straight at the fake Fighting Buddha, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Wang Xunhai raised his head and laughed wantonly. His laughter was full of contempt and ridicule, as if it would freeze the air around him into freezing ice. His laughter echoed in the empty field, sounding particularly harsh. He mercilessly ridiculed the Fighting Buddha, the six-eared macaque, who was wearing a cassock: "You will always be just a dirty mouse curled up in a dark corner, unable to see the sun. Do you think that by putting on this false coat, you can cover up your despicable nature? It's just a foolish dream! What you did is nothing but a futile farce, which will eventually turn into ashes and disappear without a trace under the light of the truth." His words were like gusts of cold wind, mercilessly blowing the heart of the six-eared macaque.

At this critical moment, the majestic Monkey King suddenly descended like a god from heaven. His figure was tall and straight, like a towering mountain, exuding an incomparable powerful aura, and he landed steadily in front of the Fighting Buddha. His appearance seemed to make the entire space tremble. That momentum seemed to be able to suppress all the evil and vanity in the world, making all the darkness tremble in fear in front of this powerful force. He exuded a golden light, which was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

At this time, the Fighting Buddha was tightly captured by Wang Xunhai with both hands. Although he tried his best and struggled desperately, his body trembled violently like a leaf in the wind, but he still couldn't break free from the iron clamps that were as strong as steel. His face showed pain and despair, as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss. His eyes were full of unwillingness and fear, like a drowning man making a last desperate struggle. His sweat fell like raindrops, soaking his clothes, but he still couldn't get rid of this predicament.

In the eyes of the Monkey King, a flame suddenly blazed like the blazing sun.

The fire was hot and brilliant, as dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky, and its light was overflowing, as if it would swallow up the entire world in this endless brilliance.

The light was so dazzling that everything around it seemed dimmed by it, as if all the colors in the world were obscured by this strong light.

The light was extremely hot, so hot that it was impossible to look directly at it. Just by looking at it, one would feel an irresistible heat rushing towards him, as if it was going to burn one's soul to ashes, turning one into nothingness in an instant under this terrifying heat.

The fire jumped violently in his eyes, and every jump seemed like an angry roar from deep within his heart. It was an indescribable anger, a fierce resistance to injustice and hypocrisy.

Then, the Monkey King did not hesitate and resolutely used his Fiery Eyes. His eyes instantly shone with golden light, which was as bright as two suns rising in the dark abyss, illuminating the whole world as bright as day.

This light contained endless majesty and powerful enough to make people tremble, as if it was the wrath of an ancient god, shooting straight at the fake Fighting Buddha.

This light seemed like a sharp blade that could tear through the void, carrying an indestructible force, vowing to completely shatter the fake appearance of the imposter. It wanted to let the truth shine through the world like a scorching sun, so that all conspiracies and disguises would be exposed under this light.

Wherever the light reaches, all illusions melt away quickly like fragile ice and snow, disappearing without a trace, leaving only the true essence exposed in broad daylight.