Journey to the Mysterious Sea

When the old man heard this, his body trembled violently, as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. The violent trembling made him feel as if he had been hit by an irresistible invisible force. This force was like a surging torrent, instantly drowning him. His originally straight spine was now like a bent branch. He was like a mountain that once stood tall, but collapsed in an instant.

His face was instantly filled with an expression of extreme shock, as if it was frozen in time, frozen at that moment. His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but was restrained by this sudden shock. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and everything around him became blurred, except for his shocked expression, like a clear picture, deeply imprinted in the air.

In his eyes, there first flashed an incredible light, which was as bright and dazzling as a shooting star across the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire dark night sky. However, this light was as fleeting as a shooting star, and then it was swallowed up by deep thinking and understanding. His eyes became deep and complex, as if in that brief moment, countless thoughts and ideas flashed through his mind.

His eyes became extremely sharp and focused, like a sharp blade, carefully analyzing every word Wang Xunhai said as if disassembling a precision instrument. His eyes revealed a kind of persistence and seriousness, as if in his eyes, every word Wang Xunhai said contained endless profound meanings, and he had to dig deep into the mysteries to truly understand the meaning.

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at the distant sky. His eyes were full of emotion and thought, and the distant sky seemed to carry his endless memories and dreams. He sighed deeply, and the sigh contained endless emotion, like the dead leaves falling in the bleak autumn wind. Each dead leaf carried the vicissitudes and helplessness of the years, and they floated slowly in the air, as if telling the stories of the past.

He slowly said, "Now, your body has the powerful strength to break through the current level. When you truly control this power, you will be able to successfully step into the realm of the peak emperor. By then, you will truly appreciate the mystery and depth of the world of the strong. It is a world full of infinite possibilities and arduous challenges, where every decision may affect the pattern of the entire world like a butterfly effect; every challenge may become a solid step for you to reach a higher peak. And you will definitely become one of them, relying on your strength and wisdom, writing your own legendary chapter." The old man's words were firm and powerful, as if they burst out from the depths of his soul. There was a glittering light in his eyes, which was not only filled with eager expectations for Wang Xunhai, but also contained an unshakable confidence. He seemed to have seen Wang Xunhai's brilliant achievements in the future, and saw his heroic figure in the world of the strong.

Wang Xunhai's eyes revealed a trace of trance and trembling, which was a complex emotion of expectation and fear of the unknown. His eyes were deep and confused, as if he was staring at a vast dark abyss. In that abyss, the road ahead was full of thorns and bumps, filled with countless challenges and difficulties. It was a road full of hardships, and every step forward might be accompanied by unforgettable pain and successive setbacks. However, he also clearly understood that this was destined to be faced bravely in his destiny. His voice was low and firm, and he slowly said: "Let's start." After that, he slowly closed his eyes, and the whole person seemed to enter a state of emptiness and illusion in an instant. Everything around him gradually became blurred, and his breathing gradually stabilized, as if he was silently waiting for the baptism of fate. His face was calm and resolute, like a silent mountain, ready to greet everything that was about to come with a rock-hard will and fearless courage.

Ten days later, Nezha, who was impaled on the flaming spear, suddenly moved his eyes very slightly, even though his body was lifeless and dead. That slight movement was particularly eye-catching in the dead silence. It was like a ray of light that suddenly appeared in the darkness. Although it was weak, it tenaciously penetrated the darkness and brought people a glimmer of hope.

His eyelids trembled with difficulty, as if he was trying his best to break free from some invisible restraints. It was a trace of life's tenacious struggle in despair, and every tremor seemed to be a challenge to fate, showing his desire and persistence for life.

In this seemingly hopeless situation, a trace of tenacious vitality quietly emerges. That vitality is like a tender bud that breaks through the soil. Although it is fragile, it is full of tenacious vitality. It strives to grow in this difficult environment, trying to break through the darkness and welcome the light.

Then, Nezha suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was like a gorgeous red lotus in full bloom, gorgeous and dazzling, yet extremely sad and beautiful, shocking. The blood drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then slowly dripped down. A blood flower splashed on the ground, and the blood flower was like a sad and beautiful painting, adding a touch of tragic and solemn color to this tragic scene.

The blood seemed to be a symbol of Nezha's life, and its blooming made people worry about Nezha's fate. Every drop of blood seemed to tell of the endless pain and suffering he endured, and people seemed to be able to personally feel his struggle and persistence.

At this moment, a figure wrapped in layers of bandages slowly came to Nezha's side. His footsteps were heavy and firm, and every step he took seemed to carry a resolute and powerful force. The dust on the ground rose slightly with his footsteps, forming a small cloud of dust, and it seemed that the whole earth was shaking slightly because of his steps.

His eyes were as cold as ice and without any emotion. There was no trace of pity or hesitation in his eyes, only endless anger and firm determination. He stared at Nezha closely, as if he wanted to carve his figure deeply into his mind.

Without any hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked Nezha with all his strength. That kick condensed his inner anger and determination, as if he wanted to vent all his emotions on Nezha. The force was so strong that Nezha's body trembled slightly. His wound was torn open again due to the violent impact of the kick, and blood flowed out like a spring, quickly dyeing his clothes red. The blood kept flowing, like a red river, spreading over his body, making people feel an unspeakable pain and despair.