Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The brother tried his best. Every muscle in his body was tense. Every bit of strength was squeezed out without reservation. The energy seemed to burn his body. Every movement he made was like a lonely boat struggling to move forward in the storm. The process was as difficult as groping in the dark, unable to find a ray of light. Every subtle movement seemed to break through layers of invisible shackles. The invisible barrier seemed to be the most solid fortress in the world, difficult to cross. Every effort was like climbing a towering, steep and dangerous mountain. The mountain was unreachable and full of unknown dangers and challenges.

His movements were extremely slow, like an old snail crawling with difficulty, and every movement seemed so laborious. He raised his head with great effort, bit by bit, and the slowness of the movement made people's hearts involuntarily contract tightly, as if they were tightly grasped by an invisible hand. The heavy feeling was as if he was carrying not just an ordinary heavy object, but the weight of the entire universe, and the weight made him almost breathless. It seemed that every tiny movement of his was a thrilling, life-and-death battle with an invisible and intangible force that was powerful enough to suffocate people. Every bit of strength consumed was like extracting the last bit of vitality from his body. His body seemed to be shrouded in endless fatigue and on the verge of collapse. It seemed that he might fall down at any time, like a candle in the wind, shaky.

His body seemed to be mercilessly pressed by an invisible mountain that was so heavy that it was beyond imagination. The huge pressure was like a burden of tens of millions of pounds, mercilessly squeezing every inch of his bones and every muscle. The pressure seemed to bend and crush his spine completely, making it difficult for him to straighten his body. Every movement he made was full of pain and difficulty, to the point where words could not accurately describe it, as if all the suffering in the world was concentrated on him.

His voice, which was extremely weak, contained an extraordinary strength of perseverance. The sound was like a tenacious seedling trying its best to break out of the soil in a dry and almost lifeless land. The seedling grew with great difficulty, with a fervent desire for life and an indomitable spirit. The elder brother's words slowly came out of his dry mouth, with a firm belief and endless hope: "In this life, you will never have to endure the pain of separation from your loved ones, never fall into the miserable despair of being separated from your wife and children, and never suffer the loneliness and endless torture of the star of doom."

"You have successfully broken free from the dark secrets that have been shrouding you like a thick haze. From now on, open your arms boldly towards your future, a future full of infinite hope and a future with endless possibilities!"

“Let them transform into a pair of strong and powerful wings, enthusiastically embrace the beauty that belongs to you, and chase the bright and dazzling star-like light to your heart’s content!”

The elder brother's words were like a hot and warm torrent, with an unstoppable momentum, violently impacting the depths of Wang Xunhai's soul. That force was like a surging wave, hitting Wang Xunhai's inner defenses wave after wave, shocking his soul.

In Wang Xunhai's inner world immersed in endless grief, these words are like a ray of dawn that breaks through the darkness. Although the dawn is weak, it is full of the power of hope, giving people endless encouragement and comfort. It is like a star twinkling in the darkness, although small, it can bring people direction and hope. It is like a beacon guiding the lost traveler in the dark night, illuminating his way forward and letting him find the direction to move forward in the darkness. The light is like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing on Wang Xunhai's heart, making him feel a little warm and comforted.

After saying these touching and moving words, the old man seemed to have used up the last bit of his strength. His body trembled slightly involuntarily. Although the amplitude of the tremor was not large, each slight tremor was like the aftermath of an earthquake, making people clearly feel his exhaustion and weakness. His body seemed to have been hollowed out, leaving only an empty shell, which was about to collapse.

Every time he took a breath, it was as if he was waging an unyielding and tenacious struggle against the cruel fate. Every breath seemed so precious, as if it was the faint light of a candle of life swaying in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, but it burned tenaciously and refused to be extinguished easily. His breathing seemed particularly heavy in the silent air, as if it was the bell of fate, ringing the countdown of his life.

The elder brother used up all his remaining strength and opened his mouth with great difficulty. At that moment, time seemed to freeze and everything around him became unusually slow. The whole world seemed to be still, and only the elder brother's difficult movements were proceeding slowly. He slowly spit out the inner pill that belonged to him alone.

The inner pill emits a soft and warm light, which is just like the dancing fireflies in the summer night, smart and charming. The light seems to be a precious gift given by nature to the world, flashing mysterious and charming colors. The little light is like the bright stars in the night sky, and like the crystal dew on the petals in the morning, exuding charming charm.

The light of the inner elixir is not dazzling, but gives people a sense of tranquility and peace. The light is like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, gently sprinkled on the tranquil lake, and the rippling waves gently soothe people's hearts. The waves are like gentle hands, gently caressing people's hearts, making people feel extremely comfortable and at ease.

The light seemed to condense the power and wisdom of the old man's life, like a mysterious and precious treasure. The treasure contained endless mysteries and powerful power, which made people full of awe and curiosity. The light seemed to be an ancient legend, full of mystery, making people want to explore the secrets.

The inner elixir slowly fell, as if time had slowed down for it, and the whole world seemed to be immersed in a solemn and sacred atmosphere. The inner elixir was like a light feather, slowly falling towards the palm of Wang Xunhai's hand. The whole process seemed so slow and solemn. The falling process seemed like a sacred ceremony, making people feel an inexplicable solemnity and solemnity.

Finally, the inner elixir landed steadily on the palm of Wang Xunhai's hand. Wang Xunhai felt the warmth from the inner elixir, which was not only physical, but also spiritual. The warmth was like a clear spring flowing through his dry heart, nourishing his soul. The spring water brought the power of life, which comforted and calmed his heart like never before, and cleansed and sublimated his soul. The warmth was like the sunshine in spring, warming his body and mind, and making him feel the beauty and hope of life.