Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Then, like a weathered rock that had been eroded by the cruel and merciless erosion of the long years, the elder brother's body began to slowly crack. The process of the cracking seemed like the giant hand of time was ruthlessly manipulating it, and every slight change seemed so thrilling. His body, like a rock that had experienced vicissitudes of life, gradually lost its original solidity under the grinding of the years.

The cracking seemed slow, but in fact it contained an irresistible force, just like an unavoidable wheel of fate, crushing him mercilessly. Every tiny crack was like a deep mark left by the cold and ruthless knife of time, slowly but firmly spreading across his body. Those cracks, like deep ravines, ruthlessly tore his body apart, as if telling of the ruthlessness of time and the fragility of life.

Gradually, his body turned into extremely fine dust, which floated slowly in the air like spirits that had lost their support. They danced lightly, as if playing the last elegy of the old man's life. Each grain of dust carried the memory of his life, spreading in the air, making people feel sad.

These dust particles, under the bright and warm sunshine, flickered with faint light. The light, like the fragments of stars, shone with charming and dreamy brilliance. They were like dazzling gems, exuding unique charm under the sunlight. However, this light was fleeting, just like a meteor that streaked across the night sky, short and dazzling, but disappeared without a trace in an instant. The dust particles eventually disappeared without a trace, as if the old man had never left even the slightest trace in this world, leaving only a piece of emptiness and endless sadness. This piece of emptiness, like a barren desert, silent and desolate, makes people's hearts seem to be shrouded in this endless sadness.

Wang Xunhai stared blankly at the inner pill in his hand. His eyes were empty and confused, as if the soul had been lost and only an empty shell remained. In his eyes, the world seemed to have lost its color, leaving only a gray chaos. However, deep in his heart, it was like a storm, and all kinds of complicated emotions were intertwined in his heart, causing him to fall into endless pain and struggle.

Pain was like a sharp thorn, piercing his heart mercilessly. Every time it stung him, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart by a knife, and the pain seemed to be able to tear his soul apart. His heart was like being covered by a thorny jungle, and every step forward was accompanied by endless pain and torture. Sorrow was like a deep and vast lake, gradually drowning his heart. He seemed to be in a vast ocean, unable to find the direction of the other side, making it almost impossible for him to breathe, as if it was going to swallow him up completely. Regret was like a heavy and solid shackle, binding his soul.

The shackles were like a heavy burden, which made him breathless and made him feel extremely depressed, as if he could never break free. Self-blame was like a blazing flame, burning his conscience. The flame was hot and fierce, causing him to suffer deeply, as if it would burn his heart to ashes. All kinds of emotions intertwined with each other, like an invisible and tight net, binding him tightly, making him feel extremely painful and struggling. It was a pain that went deep into his bones, an unspeakable torment, as if it tore his heart into countless pieces, making him feel so miserable that he felt as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss.

After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes. His face looked tired and vicissitudes, as if he had experienced all kinds of hardships in the world. Those wrinkles, like deep canyons, silently told the suffering and vicissitudes he had experienced. Each wrinkle contained a story, a journey full of hardships and setbacks. He seemed to be trying his best to calm the turbulent waves in his heart, trying to make himself accept this extremely cruel reality. His breathing became heavy and slow, and every breath seemed like a difficult journey that required a lot of his strength. His body seemed to be overwhelmed and could fall down at any time, like a traveler struggling to move forward in the wind, swaying in the wind and rain, trying to find the direction to move forward.

When he opened his eyes again, he still saw the old man. The old man's face was full of surprise, and his expression was filled with deep disbelief. His eyes were wide open, revealing extreme shock at the scene in front of him, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. His eyes were full of astonishment and confusion, as if his worldview had been completely overturned at this moment.

His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to be restrained by some invisible force, not knowing where to start. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to express the shock and confusion in his heart, but he couldn't find the right words. His body trembled slightly, as if he had not yet recovered from the huge impact, like a leaf in the wind, swaying. The trembling body seemed to be telling of his inner fear and anxiety, as if it would be blown down by the wind in the next moment and disappear in this vast world.

He murmured to Wang Xunhai, "I really didn't expect that he would resolutely sacrifice himself just to help you achieve great things." The old man's voice was mixed with a barely perceptible tremor, and that tremor contained deep admiration and emotion for the old man's heroic behavior. His words were like heavy bells, echoing in the air for a long time. Every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, hitting Wang Xunhai's heart heavily, causing his heart to stir again. That voice, low and powerful, seemed to contain endless emotions, which moved people.

Obviously, the brother's behavior deeply touched his heart and made him feel a great power. It is a power that transcends life and death, a spirit of selfless dedication, and a noble quality that makes people respect. This power is like a bright star, shining brightly in the darkness, illuminating the way forward for people. It is like a lighthouse, guiding people in the vast ocean of life.

Wang Xunhai's expression was like a calm lake, but beneath that calm surface, he hid endless sadness and firm determination. His eyes were deep and distant, as if they contained the mysteries of the entire universe.

He slowly began to speak: "He is my future self, and at this moment, he has become the dust of history." His voice did not reveal too many emotional ups and downs, as if he had buried all his emotions deep in his heart and would not let them show up easily. That voice was calm and steady, but it also carried an indescribable power.