Journey to the Mysterious Sea

This monster is the most evil and terrifying existence in the world. Its appearance is like an endless nightmare, like a dark haze, ruthlessly covering every corner of the world. When it appears, the evil breath surges out like a tide, quickly spreading, making people shudder and their hair stand on end. Fear follows people everywhere, tightly entwining them like a maggot on the tarsal bone, making it difficult for people to break free.

In the bottomless dark abyss, it slowly revealed its figure. The huge body seemed to be the embodiment of darkness, emerging from the darkness of the abyss bit by bit. It opened its bloody mouth, and the darkness in its mouth seemed to be the entrance to hell, exuding endless evil and death. It ruthlessly devoured the lives of a full 100,000 people. Those innocent people were deprived of their lives in an instant without any defense. Their souls and flesh became the nutrients that nourished the monster, and this top evil spirit was born. The scene was like purgatory on earth, horrible and unbearable to watch. Blood was soaring into the sky, wailing was everywhere, and the whole world seemed to be immersed in endless pain and despair.

The size of its body far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. It was like a huge mountain, standing in the darkness. The huge sense of oppression made people afraid and terrified. It was made up of dense and stacked limbs and arms, and each limb exuded a disgusting stench. The stench filled the air, as if it was the cry of countless wronged souls, telling the world about the tragic experiences that had happened. The smell was strong and pungent, making people's stomachs churn involuntarily and shudder. Those limbs and arms seemed to be trembling slightly, as if telling of their pain and unwillingness in their lifetime.

The number of broken heads was simply jaw-dropping, and they covered the entire body like stars. These heads were of different shapes, some only had half of their faces left, and the broken faces seemed to be crying silently, with tears mixed with blood flowing down, making people feel endless sorrow; some eyes were empty and lifeless, like bottomless black holes, once people's eyes touched them, they would fall into extreme confusion, and their minds seemed to be pulled by countless invisible hands, and it was impossible to count them. Their hair was as messy as weeds, and some were still stuck with flesh and blood, which made people's scalps numb. Each head was like a painful soul, imprisoned forever in this terrifying body.

Among the many damaged heads, there is an intact head that is particularly eye-catching, that is Li Qingfei's. Her eyes are filled with endless helplessness and deep sorrow. Her eyes seem to carry a thousand years of resentment, staring at the pagoda in the distance and the mysterious island in the sky without blinking. Her eyes are so focused and persistent, as if she wants to use her eyes to see through the secrets hidden in them. In her eyes, there is also a trace of unwillingness and determination, as if she wants to use her eyes to break all the injustice and darkness in this world. It is a tenacious struggle against fate and a fervent desire for justice. Although she is in a desperate situation, her eyes are still burning with an unyielding flame, which is hot and firm, as if it will never go out. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was telling the pain and anger in her heart. Although the voice is weak, it contains endless power.

Li Qingfei used all her strength to shout at the island in the sky: "You are in a desperate situation, Wang Xunhai! There is no place for you in the Three Realms and Nine Provinces. Everyone regards you as a treasure and wants to swallow you up. You have no way out now!" Her voice kept echoing in the empty sky and earth, with a resolute courage and deep grief. The voice seemed to burst out from the depths of her soul, like a surging torrent, shaking everything around. Every word was full of power, and every note was full of her anger and determination. Her shouts echoed in the valley, startling flocks of flying birds. Those birds were frightened, flapped their wings, and flew into the sky in a panic. Their feathers fluttered in the wind, and they seemed to be shocked by this powerful force. Their chirping sounds rose and fell in the valley, adding a sense of uneasiness to the tense atmosphere. Birds were circling in the air, their shadows interweaving into a chaotic picture in the sky, as if they were also feeling angry and sad about the injustice in this world.

Wang Xunhai's face was as cold as ice, like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years, standing quietly in the pagoda. His eyes were like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, cold and deep, as if everything in the world was just dust in his eyes, and it was difficult to stir up the slightest ripple in his heart. His posture was upright and majestic, exuding an aura that people dared not approach easily, as if he was the master of this world, and no one could shake his position. His black robe fluttered in the wind, like a ghost in the dark night, giving people a mysterious and terrifying feeling. The lines on the robe were looming, as if it contained endless mysterious power.

Then, he jumped out of the pagoda without hesitation, as fast as lightning. His movements were clean and neat, without any delay, showing his decisive character. His posture was extremely agile, and he drew a beautiful arc in the air. At that moment, he seemed to be integrated with the world and became the most dazzling existence in the world. His figure was particularly dazzling under the sunlight, as if he was emitting a kind of sacred light. The light was dazzling, like a scorching sun, making it impossible to look directly at it. The air around him fluctuated due to his speed, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.

Then, he landed steadily on the solid ground. The moment he landed, the air around him seemed to tremble, raising a slight dust. Under the sunlight, the dust shone with golden light, like fine golden sand, floating down. This light seemed to add a mysterious color to Wang Xunhai's appearance, making his image more tall and majestic, and awe-inspiring. His feet stood firmly on the ground, as if rooted, motionless. His eyes were still cold, scanning everything around him, as if he was looking for something, and as if he was waiting for something.