Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In that misty, dreamy heaven, the surrounding atmosphere is mysterious and majestic, as if it can envelope everything in its unique atmosphere.

The misty clouds are like soft gauze, floating slowly in the sky, making the whole heaven look like an illusory and charming painting. The clouds are sometimes as dense as heavy cotton wool, sometimes as thin as wisps of smoke, changing their shapes like a dream. They interweave and merge with each other, sometimes gather into a group, and sometimes disperse, adding a bit of ethereal beauty to this mysterious heaven.

Every breath of air seems to contain endless mysteries, and the mysterious power seems to be quietly surging, making people feel awe. There is an indescribable breath in the air, as if ancient magic and mysterious power are intertwined to form a unique atmosphere. The breath seems to contain the vicissitudes of time and endless wisdom, making people immersed in it and feel the charm of this mysterious world.

A white-haired man walked slowly forward. His steps seemed as steady as a mountain, and every step seemed to be on solid ground, but there was a hint of imperceptible anxiety in his eyes.

His white hair was like snow, gently fluttering in the breeze, and the hair was gleaming like silver threads, adding a sense of vicissitudes. His hair danced in the wind, and each strand seemed to be telling the story of the years. The slightly gleaming light seemed to be the wisdom shining from the depths of his heart.

His eyes were deep and solemn, as if he was thinking about some important issue, and there seemed to be endless wisdom and deep thinking hidden in his eyes. His eyes were like a deep lake, seemingly calm, but containing endless waves.

However, beneath the seemingly calm appearance, there was an undercurrent surging under the calm lake, and a trace of anxiety quietly spread in his eyes. His brows were slightly wrinkled, forming a shallow ravine, as if carrying countless worries. The ravine was like a trace of time, recording his inner struggle and worries.

Next to him, a woman with snow-white hair followed quietly. Her figure was graceful, like a graceful daffodil, exuding a cool temperament. Her hair fell on her back like a waterfall, swaying gently with her steps, like a flowing galaxy.

The hair was as soft as silk, shimmering with a faint luster, as if the stars in the night sky were scattered on her shoulders. Her face was as cold as frost, but still beautiful, and her delicate features were as perfect as sculptures, making people want to take a few more glances.

Her eyes were as bright as cold stars, yet with a hint of tenderness. Her gentle gaze was always fixed on the white-haired man in front of her, as if he was the center of her world.

Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was suppressing her inner emotions, and her slightly trembling lips seemed to tell of her inner entanglement and anxiety.

On the other side, there is a woman in a green robe. Her green robe flutters in the wind, like a vibrant green leaf, which is particularly eye-catching in this mysterious heaven. The green robe is embroidered with exquisite patterns, as if it is a masterpiece of nature, showing the vitality and beauty of life.

The pattern was lifelike, as if the spirits of nature were jumping on the green robe, giving people a feeling of vitality. However, her expression seemed a little solemn, with her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was worried about something.

There was a trace of worry in her eyes, and that worried look made people feel distressed for her. There was a trace of confusion in her eyes, as if she was full of uncertainty about the future. That confused look was like a deer lost in the forest, making people want to guide her.

The white-haired man walked forward, his brows furrowed in confusion, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. His tone was full of confusion and doubt: "How could this happen? You all went down to besiege, but all my 10 heavenly soldiers and generals died. Is he really so powerful?"

After saying that, the white-haired man turned his head suddenly, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness. His eyes were like a blazing fire, and that fiery gaze seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes. His face was slightly distorted because of anger, and looked a little hideous.

The distorted face seemed like a statue eroded by the devil, and people could feel the anger and pain in his heart. He glared at the woman in green robe fiercely, and the anger in his eyes seemed to devour her, which made people shudder. The anger seemed like the fire of hell, and people dared not look directly at it, for fear of being burned by the blazing flames.

Hearing this, the green-robed woman lowered her head, a trace of helplessness and regret flashed in her eyes. Her hair swayed gently in the breeze, adding to her sense of loneliness. She sighed heavily and said slowly: "The people in Kunlun Mountain that I led also died unfortunately. I really didn't expect this situation to happen."

There was a tremor in her voice, and that trembling voice seemed to be telling of her inner pain and self-blame, which moved people. Her eyes were full of sadness, and that sadness surged like a tide, making people feel her inner pain. That sadness seemed like an endless darkness, swallowing her heart, making people feel her helplessness and despair.

The white-haired man was so angry that he trembled all over when he heard this. His body was shaking slightly, like a volcano about to erupt, which could erupt with endless anger at any time. He clenched his fists tightly, and the joints turned pale due to the force. The pale color formed a sharp contrast with his angry expression, which made it seem that his anger at the moment had reached the extreme. He bit his teeth and said, "The strength of the target person is absolutely incomparable to that of ordinary gods. He has even reached the level of a supreme god like me. Damn it! No, I must go to the other supreme gods and call them to hold an alliance meeting. I will never allow anyone in these three realms to escape my control, escape the control of Haotian!"

His words were like thunder, echoing in the misty heaven. His firm tone and powerful aura showed his determination and dominance, making people feel his inviolable majesty. His voice was as loud as a bell, shaking the surrounding mist slightly. The sound was like the roar of a god, making people feel his anger and determination.

After Haotian finished speaking, he resolutely turned around and looked at the Queen Mother of the West in green robes. His eyes were deep and firm, like two bright stars, illuminating the road ahead. His eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty, and that majestic gaze made people dare not look directly at him, as if as long as they looked into his eyes, they would be overwhelmed by his momentum. There was also a trace of scrutiny in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something important.

Then, he looked at the lovely Yuehua Xingjun standing beside him. Yuehua Xingjun's face was as beautiful as peach blossoms, and her tender skin was as delicate as mutton-fat jade, making people want to touch it. Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, flashing with a smart light. The light was like a firefly in the night sky, bringing a glimmer of hope and warmth. There was a hint of worry in her eyes, and the worried look was like a faint cloud, shrouding her eyes.

Both women clearly saw the extremely determined look in Haotian's eyes. It was an unquestionable determination, as if he wanted to control the entire Three Realms in his own hands and become the only master of the world. His eyes were full of confidence and domineering, and the light of confidence was as dazzling as the sun, making people believe that he had the ability to achieve his goals. That domineering aura was like the breath of a king, making people involuntarily want to submit to him.