Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs seemed to break through the constraints of his eye sockets and jump out. His mouth was wide open, so wide that it seemed that it could easily accommodate an adult's fist. The whole person seemed to have been struck by a bolt from the blue, and was instantly fixed in place, like a sculpture that was ruthlessly forgotten by time, motionless. His heart was filled with disbelief, like a surging tide, impacting his heart wave after wave. He stared at the scar, his eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets, his eyes were full of astonishment and fear.

In his mind, that should be where a body filled with fresh flesh and blood should be, a symbol of life and a source of vitality. However, what appeared before his eyes at this moment was a horrifying void. There was nothing in that void, as if it had been eroded by a mysterious and evil force beyond human imagination. This force completely emptied everything in an extremely cruel and bloody way, leaving no trace. The void was like a huge dark mouth, ruthlessly devouring all vitality and hope, which made people shudder.

This strange and terrifying scene was like a heavy hammer that hit Wang Xunhai's heart hard. He felt his heart tighten suddenly, as if it was tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, and he could hardly breathe. A strong sense of shock spread quickly throughout his body like an electric current, making every cell in his body tremble involuntarily. His eyes were filled with disbelief that was so strong that it was almost overflowing. It was an inability to accept and understand what he saw. And the deep fear that could not be concealed no matter what, that fear was like a dark fog that quickly enveloped his heart and plunged him into endless darkness.

The fear, like an icy tide, spread throughout his body at an extremely fast speed. His body trembled violently and involuntarily, and his teeth could not help but chatter up and down, making a "clucking" sound. The sound was particularly clear in this silent environment, as if playing a melody of death. Wang Xunhai's body seemed to have lost its own consciousness, and he slowly and mechanically turned his head, his movements stiff and slow, and cast his eyes outside the sky island. His steps were weak and staggering, and every step he took was as if he was carrying a heavy burden, extremely difficult. His legs seemed to be dragged heavily by lead blocks, and every step required tremendous effort, as if he was fighting tenaciously against an invisible force.

He walked step by step, with great difficulty, to the edge of the sky island. His voice trembled more and more. The endless fear and despair were like an extremely sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting his heart into pieces. His lips trembled, and he muttered to himself: "How could this happen, how could this happen..." The voice was full of helplessness and despair, as if it was a wail from the depths of the soul, echoing in this empty world. The voice was so small and desolate, as if it would be swallowed up by the endless void at any time.

He looked helplessly at the sky island below. The forest that was once lush and full of vitality had now become a hell on earth. The forest was littered with corpses and blood was flowing like a river. It was a horrible sight. It was simply inhumane. Once upon a time, this forest was a paradise of life. Birds sang happily on the branches, small animals played in the woods, and the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of golden light. Everything was so beautiful and harmonious. But now, there was only death and despair, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people feel suffocated.

The giant spirit, who was once magnificent and awe-inspiring, now looked so miserable. Half of his head was missing, leaving only his incomplete body sitting there blankly, with a desire for life in his empty eyes. His body was covered with criss-crossing and shocking scars, and blood was pouring out of the wounds like a flood, flowing wantonly, dyeing the earth into a shocking red. The river of blood seemed to be silently telling the tragedy of the disaster, which made people unable to bear to look directly at it. The originally solid muscles became loose and weak at this moment, as if they had lost the support of life, which made people sigh at the fragility and impermanence of life.

Nezha's body was lifeless and was stuck straight on the three-pointed double-edged sword that exuded a chilling aura. His head was drooping, and his face was covered with a heavy aura like haze. The endless resentment and unwillingness seemed to be condensed in his expression like a substance. His eyes were empty and lifeless, but they seemed to contain thousands of words, which made people feel sad. In his eyes, it seemed that his fighting spirit and unyielding to fate were still left, but at this moment, everything had turned into a bubble. His originally heroic figure now looked so lonely and desolate, which made people feel extremely sorry.

In that extremely tragic scene, the bodies of countless sword immortals piled up like a mountain. The scene was like a mountain made of blood and despair, exuding a suffocating breath of despair. Each corpse had a distorted face, as if telling the pain and fear they had experienced in their lifetime. Their eyes were full of attachment to life and fear of death, but at this moment, everything was irreversible. They still held their swords tightly in their hands, as if they were still resisting stubbornly at the last moment of their lives. And on the top of this mountain of piled corpses, stood a woman.

The green robe she wore, which might have been bright and dazzling, was now stained with blood and lost its former luster. The bloodstains on the green robe were like blooming flowers of death, sad and desolate. The cold and ruthless sword pierced her chest mercilessly, and she stared at the sky blankly, her eyes full of unwillingness and accusations against fate. Her eyes seemed to be questioning the injustice and cruelty of the world in the strongest terms, and the questioning seemed to echo in the air for a long time. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she could not make a sound. Her body swayed slightly in the wind, as if she would fall down at any time, but she still stood stubbornly, as if she wanted to use her last bit of strength to make a final struggle against this cruel fate. The breeze blew through her hair, but it could not blow away the determination and persistence in her eyes.