Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai slowly raised his head, the movement was slow and heavy, as if every tiny movement carried a huge force. His neck seemed to be restrained by an invisible pressure, and every time he raised his head it was extremely difficult. The pressure was like a towering mountain, pressing firmly on his neck, making every movement of his seem like a stubborn struggle against the power of the entire world.

His eyes were as cold as ice, like an extremely sharp blade, staring fearlessly at the gods and practitioners floating in the sky. In those eyes, there was not only coldness, but also a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if it could freeze people instantly. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, piercing straight through the void, making people dare not look at him. Those cold eyes, like a glacier that has not melted for thousands of years, exuded waves of chill, making people shudder. And those sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and any disguise would be exposed in front of him.

The look in his eyes revealed an unwavering determination and unyielding courage. This determination was as hard as steel, and would not waver in the slightest no matter what kind of difficulties and obstacles he faced. This courage was like a burning flame, hot and vigorous, able to dispel all fear and hesitation. His determination was tempered through countless hardships, like refined steel that was indestructible. His courage was generated by the burning fire of faith deep in his heart, and that flame burned fiercely and would never go out.

Each of these people was extremely powerful, and the weakest one had already reached the supreme level. The aura they exuded was extremely strong, and that aura was like a surging wave, spreading wantonly, wave after wave, making the air around them seem heavy, and even breathing seemed to become difficult. Each person's aura was like a towering mountain, pressing people so hard that they couldn't breathe. That aura contained endless power and majesty, making people feel an irresistible sense of oppression. Their auras intertwined with each other, forming a powerful aura, like an invisible cage, enveloping everything around them.

Among these people, the most powerful ones have even reached the realm of gods. They are surrounded by a sacred and majestic aura, which is like the light of bright stars, dazzling and awe-inspiring. They are like gods high above, and their every move exudes an extraordinary temperament that makes people afraid. Their eyes are full of indifference and arrogance, as if everything in the world is under their control. The indifferent eyes are like ice that has not melted for thousands of years, which makes people shudder. The arrogant look is as if they are the masters of the universe, and all things in the world must bow down to them. Their figures appear tall and majestic under the light, as if they are the rulers of this world, and no one can shake their position.

At this moment, they descended to the ground with a clear and single purpose, which was to seize the divine inheritance carried by Wang Xunhai. This inheritance seemed to be a huge treasure, emitting endless mysterious light, which made countless people salivate. The light was like a bright lamp in the dark night, illuminating the greed and desire in people's hearts. This light was bright and mysterious, as if it contained endless power and wisdom, making it impossible to resist its temptation. The light flickered on Wang Xunhai's body, like a gorgeous cloak, but it also brought him endless troubles.

Wang Xunhai slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, which seemed to be a release of his long-suppressed emotions. The foul air was like a black smoke, slowly rising up and gradually dissipating in the air. The foul air seemed to carry his inner fatigue and depression. As the smoke dissipated, his heart seemed to be relieved. The black smoke, like the shadow in his heart, was slowly released by him at this moment, allowing his heart to gain a moment of tranquility.

A sneer of contempt appeared on his face. That smile not only contained a hint of sarcasm, but also revealed a kind of unruly and uninhibited atmosphere. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes were full of disdain, as if he was laughing at how stupid and ignorant those who tried to seize his inheritance were. That smile was like a sharp dagger, piercing the hearts of the enemies, making them feel his contempt and ridicule. His smile was particularly dazzling in the sun. It was a provocation to the enemy, but also a confidence in his own strength.

His fists were clenched tightly, and the joints were pale because of the force. The pale color was like winter frost and snow, cold and hard. His finger joints made a "crackling" sound, as if telling of his inner determination. The veins on his arms were bulging like winding earthworms, showing his anger and strength at the moment. That fist was like a volcano about to erupt, containing endless power and anger, ready to erupt at any time. His fists were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to hold the whole world in his hands. That power was terrifying.

He said in a firm and resolute tone: "Do you think you can scare me like this? It's wishful thinking! How can it be so easy!" His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the air for a long time. His words were full of confidence and domineering, as if he had seen the moment when he defeated the enemy. The sound was deafening, as if it could penetrate time and space, making the whole world tremble. His voice was sonorous and powerful, full of confidence and courage, as if he was announcing his indomitable spirit to the whole world. His voice was like a sharp sword, piercing the solemnity of the air and cheering people's hearts. The voice was full of strength and faith, making people feel his determination and fearlessness. His voice echoed between heaven and earth, like a war drum, inspiring himself and shocking the enemy.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up again, his body was as agile as a leopard and as fast as lightning. His body was like an arrow shot from a string, instantly breaking through the air and flying into the sky. His figure shone brightly in the sun, like a bright star. His movements were agile and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, showing his strong strength and determination. His figure drew a beautiful arc in the air, which was a perfect combination of strength and speed, which was amazing.

He rushed into the sky like a powerful cannonball, and rushed towards the gods without hesitation. His eyes were burning with rage, which was a fight against the injustice of fate and a fearlessness against powerful enemies. That rage was like a burning sun, hot and strong, and could turn all enemies into ashes. His heart was full of anger and unwillingness. He wanted to use his own strength to break the shackles of fate and make those who tried to control his fate pay the price. He roared: "I have never been the kind of person who handed over my fate to others. I have never bowed to fate, never surrendered! What about the gods? What about all living beings? What about the three realms? What about the nine states? Wait until I kill them one by one and turn them into piles of bones on my way to achieve the great way!" His voice exploded in the sky like thunder, shaking everyone's heart. The determination and domineering contained in that voice made people look sideways. His words were full of domineering and determination, making people feel his strength and fearlessness. His voice echoed in the sky, like a vow, a challenge to fate, and a warning to the enemy.