Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the hillside, on the mountainside, Cang Weimin's face was extremely sad, as if he was eroded by endless sorrow. The feeling of helplessness was like a thick haze, tightly shrouding him, making him almost breathless. His heart seemed to be pressed by an extremely heavy boulder, and the depressed mood spread wantonly in his heart, making him look depressed. The thousands of words kept surging in his throat, like a surging tide, but it seemed to be firmly bound by an invisible yoke, making him completely at a loss as to how to pour out these words. In the end, the thousands of complicated thoughts turned into a sigh that was so light that it was almost inaudible. His expression revealed a rather speechless meaning, as if he felt deeply powerless about everything in front of him and could only let fate take its course.

Guang Shichen's lips slightly opened, and from his eyes it could be seen that he seemed to have a lot of words in his mind that he couldn't wait to express. However, the words that were about to come out of his mouth seemed to be stuck in his throat like a fishbone, making it difficult for him to speak smoothly. In the end, he had no choice but to close his mouth, and the confusion and fatigue revealed in his eyes were so obvious that people couldn't help but feel pity for him.

In this solemn atmosphere, Song Qishu broke the silence that was almost suffocating without any disguise. He opened his throat and shouted loudly: "Everyone is exhausted. I'm afraid we really don't have any strength to go up any further." His voice kept echoing in the empty mountains, mixed with some complaints and dissatisfaction. The voice seemed to be venting the resentment deep in his heart, and people could really feel his fatigue and helplessness.

Wang Xunhai frowned tightly, and his frown seemed to hide endless worries, which made people feel worried. His eyes slowly swept over the people in front of him. At this moment, his heart was like a bottle of five flavors overturned, with all kinds of tastes intertwined, making his mood become extremely complicated.

In desperation, he slowly shook his head, but his eyes revealed a determined light. Then, he resolutely walked upwards and said, "I will go up to find out the situation for you, you can have a good rest here." Although his words sounded very plain and without any fancy words, they contained a strong sense of responsibility. Although he himself was exhausted and almost at the limit of his physical strength, he still chose to move forward without hesitation. This spirit moved people.

Wang Xunhai finally chose to compromise. Perhaps, as the popular saying goes, the arm can never twist the thigh. Faced with this difficult dilemma in reality, he had to make such a choice. Although this was not his original intention, he could only accept it helplessly in the face of the cruel reality.

After hearing Wang Xunhai's words, Cang Weimin and Guang Shichen's expressions instantly relaxed, as if a huge rock pressing on their hearts had finally been removed, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

A hint of complacency flashed in Song Qieshu's eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he was satisfied that his words were recognized.

Chao Yiting fell into silence for a moment. She just stood there blankly, with a look of confusion and helplessness in her eyes. She seemed to be lost in the vast forest, unable to find the direction to move forward. She felt exhausted to the extreme, her legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step she took required great effort. At this moment, she really didn't want to go up any further, and the feeling of exhaustion had deeply penetrated every cell of her body.

Wang Xunhai walked alone along the rugged mountain road towards the top of the mountain. Every step seemed so difficult. The mountain road was winding and twisting, like a giant python entrenched in the mountains. The road was covered with stones and potholes of different sizes. He had to move forward very carefully, for fear that he would fall and get injured if he was not careful.

When he finally reached the top of the mountain after going through untold hardships, a tall and straight ginkgo tree stood before him like a giant. The branches of this ginkgo tree were extremely thick, and the solid trunk seemed to contain endless power, which made people marvel. The golden ginkgo leaves on the tree swayed gently in the gentle breeze, making a rustling sound. The sound seemed to be whispering those ancient and mysterious stories, which made people immersed in it involuntarily.

Wang Xunhai walked towards the ginkgo tree excitedly, his eyes flashing with surprise, the light was so bright that it seemed to illuminate the entire dark world. He murmured to himself: "This ginkgo tree grows very slowly, it takes 100 years to grow to the height of an ordinary tree, and a particularly large towering tree like this must have grown for at least 1000 years." His words were full of admiration for the tree, and his voice was not loud, but it was full of deep emotion. He couldn't help but be impressed by the tree's tenacious vitality, and he felt sincere admiration for its perseverance.

Wang Xunhai climbed up the tree excitedly, his heart filled with desire, eager to observe this magical tree more closely. Although his movements were a little clumsy, they were full of firm determination. His eyes revealed a kind of persistence, a spirit of not giving up until the goal is achieved.

When he finally climbed up the tree, he saw the plump and round fruits. These fruits exuded an alluring aroma that filled the air, making people salivate. Each fruit was like a precious gift from nature, making people want to taste it.

Wang Xunhai raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky was covered with dark clouds. The thick clouds were like a black curtain, covering the entire sky tightly, giving people a strong sense of oppression. The gloomy sky seemed to foreshadow an impending storm, which made people feel uneasy.

Wang Xunhai was lost in thought, and his mind could not help but recall what his elder brother had said to him. In the timeline that his elder brother had experienced, in one or two days, a tree spirit would be born from the ginkgo tree in the Western Tianshan Mountains. The holy spirit was about to set foot on the heavenly realm!