Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's face was like frozen frost, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples. His whole body was like a piece of cold iron, with an icy aura spreading out, so hard that it was impossible to shake. That solemn look seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, like a towering mountain pressing on his heart, almost squeezing his heart and lungs so that he couldn't breathe. His eyes were as deep as the vast ocean, with no bottom to be seen, and as firm as an indestructible rock. The unyielding will revealed in them was like a sharp light, which seemed to be able to pierce through all difficulties and obstacles and open up a way forward. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step he took was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, leaving a deep mark on the earth. The steady footsteps echoed in this silent land, like the sound of an exciting war drum, with a clear rhythm, slowly leading him to move forward unswervingly.

In his hand, he tightly grasped the Qiankun belt. The belt was shining with a strange light, which was as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky, and seemed to contain endless mysterious power. Once people touched it, it was difficult to look away.

The origin of this Qiankun belt is indeed extraordinary. Once upon a time, it was just an ordinary sleeve that my brother had snatched from Zhen Yuanzi with all his efforts and efforts. At that time, this sleeve was plain, ordinary, and inconspicuous, just like a stone that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, without any unique features that can attract people's attention.

However, after undergoing a series of miraculous changes beyond ordinary people's imagination, this originally ordinary sleeve has undergone a tremendous transformation. In that series of mysterious processes, it seems to have undergone a baptism like a phoenix nirvana, and has been reborn and transformed into a bag with great practical value. This bag seems to be endowed with some special magic, which makes people full of endless curiosity and expectations about it, as if it hides countless secrets waiting for people to explore.

Wang Xunhai very carefully put the people around him whom he was determined to protect into the bag one by one. His movements were as gentle as the warm spring breeze, gently brushing people's faces. He was as careful as if he was handling the most precious and fragile treasures in the world, as if he was afraid of causing them even the slightest damage. His eyes were full of sincere concern and deep love, and every subtle movement revealed his cherishment for these people, as if they were the most precious existence in his life. He knew very well that this was an unprecedented dangerous battle. Once he embarked on this journey, he would be like an arrow shot from a bow, and he would never be able to turn back. He could only move forward bravely without hesitation.

Therefore, no matter what difficulties and obstacles are waiting for him ahead, no matter how violent the storm is, Wang Xunhai can only grit his teeth, move forward bravely without retreating, and move towards his goal unswervingly. He has only one firm belief in his heart, that is to protect the people around him. For them, he is willing to give everything, even his own life.

Wang Xunhai moved forward step by step, unwaveringly. He had just gone through countless hardships and tribulations. The turbulent, vast, and boundless Xuanhai was once a huge natural barrier that he could not cross. The waves rolled and roared like ferocious beasts, causing waves of turbulent waves; the strong winds howled like evil demons, making piercing screams. He struggled hard to move forward in the vast ocean, experienced countless hardships and obstacles, and fought a thrilling and desperate battle with the strong winds and waves, and finally arrived at the end of the world on the other side of the deep sea.

This place is the famous Iron Gate Pass that is feared by all. Wang Xunhai's eyes are fixed on the Iron Gate Pass in front of him, and his eyes are filled with complex emotions. In his eyes, there is unswerving determination, like a burning flame that will never go out; there is the courage to burn his boats, like a sharp blade that is unstoppable; there is also a trace of worry about the unknown, like a faint haze that cannot be shaken off.

The tall and majestic mountains are like giants standing upright on the vast land. The peaks are towering into the sky, and the clouds and mists are like soft gauze, giving people a dreamlike, mysterious and solemn feeling. The majestic momentum seems to be the miracle left by Pangu, the god who created the world in ancient times. It exudes an ancient and solemn atmosphere, which makes people admire and sigh at the uncanny workmanship of nature. The outline of the mountains is hard and distinct, with sharp edges and corners like a knife and an axe, exuding endless majesty and mystery, which is daunting, as if announcing to the world that it is inviolable.

At the same time, there are countless palaces under the Iron Gate Pass. These palaces are scattered in an orderly manner, echoing each other and complementing each other, like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding on the earth. The architectural style of the palaces is unique, gorgeous and solemn, showing dignity and majesty. The golden roofs shine brightly in the sun, like bright gems, emitting dazzling brilliance; the carvings on the walls are exquisite and lifelike, and every detail shows the superb skills of the craftsmen, together constructing a large-scale and magnificent city-state, like a splendid art palace.

A man stood tall and straight like a pine tree, proudly standing on the city-state. His eyes were as cold as frost, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, like ice that had not melted for a thousand years, looking indifferently at Wang Xunhai who was gradually approaching in front of him. The man's face was firm and cold, with hard lines, revealing a majestic and inviolable aura that made people dare not approach easily. In his hand, he held a pagoda steadily, and the pagoda exuded a mysterious light. This man was called Li Jing, and he was the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King who had escaped from a brutal and fierce battle.

Beside him, his son Nezha, holding a fire spear, took a step forward. Nezha was agile and agile, like an agile cheetah, full of energy and vigor. His eyes revealed a trace of undisguised disdain, as if he was looking at an insignificant clown, full of contempt and ridicule. Nezha shouted loudly: "You dare to attack Tiemenguan with only the level of an emperor? This person is so arrogant, he doesn't know how high the sky is, he is simply overestimating his own ability and seeking his own death!" His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the air, with a suffocating sense of oppression, as if to shatter everything around him.