Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In an instant, the place where the Fighting Buddha was located was shrouded by a mysterious and powerful force without any warning.

The light suddenly shone, like a bright pearl blooming with unparalleled brilliance in the darkness.

The light burst out with unstoppable force, like a surging tide, instantly illuminating the whole world as bright as day.

This light is like the brightest star in the night sky, exploding in an extremely shocking way in an instant. Its brightness is so strong that it seems to tear apart the entire darkness and let light come back to the world.

At the same time, the light was as brilliant and colorful as fireworks, with countless dazzling sparks leaping out happily like naughty elves.

These sparks intertwined with each other to form a dazzling curtain of light, illuminating everything around it clearly, as if day had arrived.

Every detail in the light curtain was presented clearly, as if it were a colorful painting.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying scene appeared before everyone's eyes like a nightmare.

I saw blood gushing out of his mouth like a torrent breaking through a dam. The bright red liquid drew a shocking arc in the air, like a sad and desperate rainbow.

This arc carries his endless pain and powerlessness, which makes people feel sad.

The blood gushed out like a fountain, forming a blood mist in the air, filled with a strong bloody smell. His body was like a kite with a broken string, and the originally powerful strength disappeared quickly like a tide at this moment, causing him to fly backwards powerlessly.

As he flew backwards, his body rubbed violently against the air, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound, as if it was his roar of unwillingness against the injustice of fate.

The whistling sound was like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of everyone present, making people feel his inner pain and struggle.

In the end, he fell heavily to the ground like a falling star in an extremely tragic manner, making a dull and heavy sound.

The sound seemed like the earth's wail. The whole earth trembled, as if it was grieving for his experience.

The dust on the ground quickly rose up like smoke, forming a dust fog that covered the sky and the sun, making it impossible to see the scenery inside.

The rubble flew around like bullets, forming a huge, deep crater in the ground.

The pothole seemed like a cruel symbol, witnessing the heavy blow he had suffered.

The soil in the potholes was turned into a mess, like a wound in the earth, flowing with endless pain.

His aura dissipated quickly like the tide at this moment. His death was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at it directly. A sense of sadness surged in my heart. His eyes gradually lost their luster. The originally sparkling eyes became dim and lifeless, like two gems that had lost their luster.

The breath of life slowly faded from his body, like a dying lamp, swaying in the wind, and could go out completely at any time.

That faint breath is like a candle in the wind, making people feel the fragility and impermanence of life.

Wang Xunhai stared at the scene indifferently. His eyes were as cold as frost, without any warmth, as if nothing in front of him could touch his heart. There was not a trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes, as if everything happening in front of him was as insignificant as dust and had nothing to do with him. His cold eyes, like two sharp blades, pierced the scene in front of him, making people shudder. He slowly retracted his gaze and said calmly: "Fakes can't compete with real strong people after all. Your last wish, in the end, I have helped you achieve it in this unique way that I didn't even expect." His voice was cold and calm, without a trace of emotion, as if he was narrating an extremely ordinary thing. The voice echoed in the silent air, with a chilling indifference, as if it could freeze everything around. His words were like a cold wind, blowing mercilessly through everyone's heart, making people feel a deep despair.

Hearing this, Sun Wukong suddenly laughed up to the sky. The laughter resounded through the sky, full of relief and relief. The laughter seemed to be a decisive farewell to the past, and the burden that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time was finally put down at this moment. There was a sense of freedom and uninhibitedness in his laughter, as if everything in the world was no longer important, and he had transcended all constraints. The laughter was like a gust of wind, sweeping the entire space, making people feel the powerful power in his heart. "Finally, I can get rid of all this." His words revealed a deep exhaustion and relief, as if he had experienced a long period of suffering and finally found peace at this moment. There was a hint of relief in his voice, as if he had found inner peace.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly turned into a dazzling golden light, which instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness. The light was so strong and dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. It seemed to contain endless mysterious power. The light was like a newborn sun, emitting blazing energy, enveloping everything around it, bringing a sacred and solemn atmosphere. The light seemed to contain a mysterious power, which made people feel an incomparable shock.

Then, this ray of light was like a bright meteor across the night sky, fleeting at an astonishing speed, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a silent void. In that void, it seemed as if Sun Wukong's last breath was still lingering, and that breath contained his spirit and will, which made people feel emotional, as if his soul was still wandering in this world. That void was like a huge black hole, swallowing up all the light, making people feel an endless depth and mystery.

Wang Xunhai remained silent and slowly turned his gaze towards the window of the pagoda. His eyes were deep and firm, revealing a resolute aura, as if he had made a decision and would not be shaken by anything. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and reach the unknown distance, making people feel his inner strength and confidence. There seemed to be an unknown power hidden in those eyes, making people dare not look at them easily.

Then, he gathered all his strength and shouted loudly to Li Tianwang outside the window: "Whatever tricks you have, just use them. I have already killed Sun Wukong." His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the air, with an unquestionable majesty. The voice seemed to have the power to penetrate everything, making people feel his strength and confidence. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting people's hearts heavily, making people tremble. There was a provocative tone in his voice, as if he was issuing a final challenge to Li Tianwang and others.

Upon hearing this, Li Tianwang felt his scalp go numb, and a chill ran up from his feet to his heart. His heart was filled with shock and anxiety, and his eyes showed an expression of disbelief. His body trembled slightly, as if he could not accept this cruel fact. The trembling was not only a physical reaction, but also a manifestation of inner fear. He seemed to have a premonition of a huge disaster. His face turned as pale as paper, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just when he was about to say something, Nezha smiled slightly and gently patted his father's shoulder. There seemed to be some deep meaning in that smile, which was hard to fathom. There was a strange light in Nezha's eyes, which seemed to hide his unique understanding and judgment of the situation. His smile was as warm as the spring breeze, but with a hint of mystery, which made people speculate about his thoughts. His eyes were deep and complex, as if they contained countless secrets, which made people want to find out.