Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai seemed to have slipped and fallen into a vast, bottomless abyss of chaos. The endless darkness was like sticky ink, wrapping him tightly and making it difficult for him to breathe. It seemed as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment. He tried to break free from the horrible darkness slowly and with great difficulty. Every struggle was like trudging through mud, consuming a lot of his energy. His consciousness seemed to be imprisoned in a thick, almost solidified fog. Every thought seemed to be trapped in a muddy swamp. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the invisible but suffocatingly powerful binding force.

After a long and painful struggle, he tried his best and finally opened his eyes with great effort. However, his eyes were still filled with confusion and chaos, as if they were covered by a thin veil that was almost invisible, making it difficult for him to see the true face of the world. The confusion and helplessness revealed in those eyes made people feel pity.

In his vision, which had not yet been able to fully focus, the first thing that caught his eye was his brother's broad and thick hand. That hand was placed steadily and firmly on his shoulder, containing an incomparable firm strength. The lines on the palm were clearly visible, as if they were traces left by the years, and each line told a story. The hand was like a towering, indestructible majestic mountain, and like an unbreakable and solid line of defense, constantly giving him an endless sense of security. The hand seemed to have magical power, which gradually calmed Wang Xunhai's originally panicked heart, just like the sea surface after a storm, gradually returning to calm.

A powerful, warm and pleasant energy, like the gurgling and surging clear stream in the mountains, poured into his body continuously. This energy was gentle as water and unwavering, just like the spring breeze gently brushing across the face, bringing wisps of warmth and comfort; it was also like the warm sun shining on the earth, dispelling all the cold and haze, allowing all things in the world to bathe in its glory. Wang Xunhai could clearly feel that his body, which was originally exhausted to the extreme and almost exhausted, was gradually recovering its vitality under the careful nourishment of this energy, just like the long-dry earth ushering in the sweet rain. Every inch of his skin was cheering happily, and every cell was jumping for joy. They were eagerly absorbing this precious energy, and they were rejuvenated with vigor, as if they had been reborn. The energy flowed in his body, and wherever it went, it brought a wonderful feeling, as if every part of his body was reawakened and rejuvenated with new vitality.

When Wang Xunhai finally regained consciousness, a relieved smile slowly appeared on his face. That smile, like the spring flowers that finally bloomed tenaciously after a long and cold winter, contained endless comfort and relief. It was a joy from the bottom of his heart, as if he had successfully completed an extremely difficult task and finally got rid of the heavy burden. That smile was like a beam of bright sunshine, illuminating Wang Xunhai's world and making him feel the long-lost warmth and hope. However, this beautiful smile was as fleeting as a flash in the pan, so fast that people had no time to capture the fleeting moment, leaving only a faint trace, which made people feel sorry for it. Then, as if the body of the elder brother had lost the solid beams that supported it, it suddenly collapsed and fell into Wang Xunhai's arms without any strength.

Wang Xunhai subconsciously used all his strength to hug his elder brother tightly, his eyes full of astonishment. In addition to the obvious astonishment in his eyes, there was also a trace of disdain that was not easily noticed. He asked loudly to the bruised and scarred elder brother in front of him with a tone of deep confusion and anxiety: "What's going on? What happened? How did I get out of the trial?" His voice was full of anxiety and uneasiness, and the words seemed to burst out from the depths of his soul, with deep confusion and extreme fear of the unknown. His voice echoed in the air, with an eager desire to get an answer from his elder brother. The emotion contained in the voice was so strong that it seemed to ignite the air around it.

Hearing this, the elder brother endured the severe pain that kept coming from all parts of his body. The pain was like countless ferocious beasts gnawing at his body crazily. Every bit of pain was like an extremely sharp blade, piercing his nerves fiercely. His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat were all over his forehead, sliding down his cheeks. He opened his mouth with great difficulty, his voice was extremely hoarse, and he said slowly: "Then Xuanshen, did that abominable guy tell you such a ridiculous lie that you want to cut off your love?" Every word seemed to be squeezed out with the last bit of strength in his body. The extremely weak voice trembled slightly in the air, as if it would completely dissipate in the vast world in the next second. There was a trace of fatigue and helplessness in his eyes, as if he had endured too much pain, and that look made people feel distressed.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xunhai's head was like pounding garlic, and he nodded hurriedly, with a complex expression of anxiety and worry on his face. His brows were tightly locked together, his eyes were full of deep concern, and he asked in a trembling voice: "What's wrong with you, brother?" His heart was full of confusion and uneasiness at the moment. He had no idea what had happened to make his brother look so miserable. The uneasy emotion kept surging in his heart like a surging tide, making his heart beat faster involuntarily, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. His eyes were full of worry for his brother, as if his brother's pain was also transmitted to him, making him feel the same.

Wang Xunhai hugged his brother tightly. At this moment, he suddenly heard a dull "dong" sound. He was startled. The sound seemed to hit his heart hard, causing his heart to shrink suddenly. He subconsciously looked behind his brother and vaguely seemed to find a shocking scar. He did not dare to delay even a little bit and quickly went around behind his brother.

When he finally saw the scar clearly, he couldn't help but gasp. The scar was like a hideous and terrifying canyon, deeply engraved on his brother's back. The wound was bloody and the flesh turned outward, which made people feel creepy. The blood kept oozing out, like a bunch of enchanting red lotuses, dyeing all the surrounding clothes red. The scene was really unbearable to look at, as if it was an extremely cruel and bloody picture, which stung Wang Xunhai's eyes fiercely. The scar was not only a serious physical injury, but also a strong shock to the soul, which instantly filled Wang Xunhai's heart with endless anger and deep grief. His eyes were burning with anger, and his teeth were clattering, as if he wanted to cut the person who hurt his brother into pieces. His body was shaking slightly, which was a manifestation of uncontrollable anger and grief.