Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai widened his bloodshot eyes. His eyeballs were so red that they looked shocking, like two blazing fireballs, as if they were about to break through the solid confinement of their eye sockets and rush out frantically, as if they were about to break free from all the constraints of the world. He stared at the horrific scene in front of him, his eyeballs seemed to break through the confinement of his eye sockets and almost burst out of them. His body shook violently involuntarily, and the shaking was so great that it seemed as if the whole world was shaking with it. Every cell in his body seemed to be trembling with fear, as if he was thrown into an extremely cold ice cellar. He was like a lonely, helpless, and crumbling leaf in the gale, shivering in the bleak cold wind, as if he would be blown down by the gale in the next second, falling into the bottomless, dark abyss, and never recover.

Fear surged into his heart like a surging, unstoppable tide, and instantly devoured his heart completely. The chill seemed to be emanating continuously from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Abyss, piercing his bones like a pair of extremely sharp, freezing ice knives, fiercely piercing into the depths of his soul, as if to freeze his soul completely, and let him fall into the boundless, desperate and dark abyss, unable to escape. His legs were weak, and he kept stumbling backwards. Every step seemed so difficult, as if he was carrying an extremely heavy, towering mountain on his back. The huge pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe, as if the weight of the whole world was pressing on him.

At this critical moment, the elder brother appeared beside Wang Xunhai silently like a ghost. His figure was looming in the dim light, looking a little illusory, but giving people an indescribable and extremely powerful sense of oppression. His tone was as gentle as the warm and gentle spring breeze. His voice was gentle and calm, as if he was telling a trivial and ordinary thing. He said slowly: "I fought with them. It was an extremely tragic and tragic battle. On the battlefield filled with smoke and flames, there were a full 1600 gods. They exuded a powerful and mysterious aura, which was like a vast and boundless galaxy, dazzling but daunting. The eyes of those gods revealed an incomparably deep wisdom and endless power. Their figures seemed to be integrated with the nature of heaven and earth, which made people fall in love with them and feel awe. There are also 5000 "There are many great emperors, all of them are majestic and imposing. They stand tall and straight, like towering mountains between heaven and earth, exuding an irresistible majesty. Their armor shines brightly in the sun, and the weapons in their hands exude an icy breath that makes people shudder and shudder."

"In addition, there are countless practitioners below the level of the Great Emperor. They are like the dense and countless stars in the night sky, scattered all over the battlefield. At a glance, it is boundless, like a vast sea of ​​stars. Their shouts and fighting sounds intertwined together, forming a deafening roar that resounded through the sky. The sound seemed to break through the sky and shake the entire universe. However, they all fell at my feet, and I absorbed all their cultivation. Now, I give all the power I have to you, Wang Xunhai."

Wang Xunhai slowly opened his mouth, his lips seemed to carry countless heavy thoughts in the world. Every lip line seemed like a deep ravine carved by the years, telling of endless vicissitudes and sufferings, and recording the ups and downs he had experienced.

His eyes were filled with complex and varied emotions. There was shock, which was like a dazzling flash of lightning, instantly passing through his eyes and illuminating his inner world, causing his mind to fall into a brief blank at that moment, as if time had stopped flowing at this moment; there was gratitude, which was like the warm and bright sunshine, sprinkling on the dark and cold corners of his heart, dispelling the haze that had accumulated for a long time, causing a warm current to surge in his heart, flowing through his whole body, making him feel the long-lost warmth; there was also confusion, which was like a thick and heavy fog, shrouding his soul and causing him to fall into deep confusion, at a loss, as if he was lost in a directionless maze.

It seemed that the words that were about to come out of his mouth were the voice of his heart that had been pent up for a long time and buried deep in his heart, the full release of his deepest emotions, and everything he had accumulated during these long years of suffering. However, at the moment when he was about to pour out his inner thoughts, his brother's loud and heart-shaking voice suddenly resounded around him: "Listen to me, child."

The sound was like a thunder that shook the world and broke the silence. It suddenly exploded in the suffocating atmosphere and instantly broke the original tranquility. The sound was so loud that it seemed to penetrate the sky and shake the heavens and the earth, making the whole world tremble. The sound waves stirred in the air, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, which quickly spread in all directions, just like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing waves.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xunhai's lips, which had just opened, had to close helplessly. A trace of loss flashed across his eyes. That loss was like a shooting star across the dark night, fleeting, leaving only a brief and poignant trace.

But more of it was respect for his brother, which welled up from the bottom of his heart like a surging, surging wave, unstoppable. This respect was like a blazing, hot and bright flame, burning in his heart, never extinguished, illuminating his inner world and filling his heart with respect.

His eyes gradually turned red, and the red was like a blazing fire, hot and strong. Grief surged in his eyes like a tide, and the endless sorrow seemed to swallow him whole, making him fall into the abyss of pain and unable to extricate himself. His eyes were full of pain and reluctance, an emotion that penetrated deep into his bones and was unforgettable, as if it was tearing his soul apart and making him suffer endless torture.

He stared closely at the dying brother in front of him, his eyes full of reluctance and pain, as if he wanted to deeply engrave his brother's appearance in his heart, so that this memory would never be erased and become an eternal mark in his heart. His fingers were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deep into his palms, but he seemed to be unaware of it. He just stared at the brother in front of him with his eyes full of affection and attachment, as if he wanted to remember this last scene forever in his heart and make it the most precious memory in his life.

His body was trembling slightly, which was an outward expression of his deep inner emotions. He was trying hard to control his emotions, but the grief was like a tide, hitting his mental defenses wave after wave, making his inner world as turbulent as if it was experiencing a violent storm.