Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's eyes were like two balls of blazing flames. The blazing light was dazzling, as if it contained an endless power that could burn everything in the world to ashes. It surged in his eyes, as if it was about to burst out. His eyes were extremely sharp, like two sharp arrows that could penetrate everything. The light was blazing and violent, as if it was going to burn everything in front of him into nothingness. The power contained in his eyes seemed to be able to tear apart time and space, making everything in front of him become small and fragile.

His tall and mighty body exuded an extremely violent aura, which surged like a surging tide, as if he was a peerless beast awakened from the ancient wilderness. Every move he made was accompanied by a natural domineering aura, a majesty that came from the depths of his soul, which made people daunted. His body was like a towering mountain, standing between heaven and earth, carrying a terrifying force that could tear the world apart, as if he was going to ruthlessly devour everything around him.

His eyes were wide open, filled with endless anger and unwillingness, and the anger was like a volcano that had been pent up for a long time and was about to erupt violently. The hot magma rolled violently in his heart, just like the surging waves, one after another, difficult to contain. His anger was like the waves in a storm, constantly hitting his heart, making his body tremble slightly.

He stared at the majestic and magnificent palaces under Mount Buzhou, and his eyes seemed to have a powerful force that could destroy everything, as if he wanted to burn the palaces to ashes and turn them into nothing. His eyes were like sharp blades, ruthlessly cutting every inch of the palaces, making the air there seem to solidify.

He suddenly swung his strong and powerful arms. The muscles on his arms were as hard and firm as steel, with sharp lines and corners. Each muscle contained a powerful force that could destroy the world. When he swung his arms, a gust of wind blew up, and the sound of the wind was like the angry roar from the abyss of hell. The gust of wind seemed to be the release of his inner anger, sweeping everything around with endless power and majesty.

The lightning in his hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling light. The light was extremely bright and brilliant, like a dazzling sun born from the depths of the universe, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness. The light was so strong that people could not look directly at it, as if it could illuminate the entire world and leave no place for it to hide. The lightning turned into countless winding and twisting electric snakes, they bared their fangs and claws, dancing wantonly, like extremely sharp blades, flashing cold light, carrying a terrifying momentum to destroy everything, and swept towards those palaces like a whirlwind, with unstoppable force.

Wherever the lightning struck, tiny cracks began to appear on the walls of the palace. The cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and continued to expand, like the claws of a demon stretching out wantonly on the palace. These cracks became more and more numerous and deeper, as if an ancient curse had appeared on the palace, silently telling of the destruction and disaster that the palace was about to face. There seemed to be a strange breath faintly emanating from those cracks, which was eerie and cold, making people shudder and creep. The breath seemed to be the resentment from hell, making people feel a deep fear and despair.

The lightning in Wang Xunhai's hand seemed to have its own life. Like a group of agile snakes, they tightly wrapped around the body of the Chu Emperor. The lightning was like an extremely tough silk thread, binding the Chu Emperor tightly, making him unable to move at all, like a beast trapped in a cage. Under the restraint of lightning, the Chu Emperor's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of fear and despair, as if he saw his doomsday coming. His body kept shaking, and sweat kept flowing down like rain. He tried to struggle, but the power of the lightning was too strong, making all his efforts seem so futile.

Wang Xunhai's power was like a surging wave, one wave higher than the other. He used the Emperor of Chu as a huge hammer, and his muscles were tensed to the extreme. Every muscle was trembling slightly. He used all his strength to turn the Emperor of Chu. The speed of the wheel was getting faster and faster, bringing a gust of wind. The wind was howling, as if it was an angry roar from hell. Then, he smashed towards the palaces fiercely, without mercy.

With a loud bang that resounded through the sky and shook the earth, the body of the Emperor of Chu, like a powerful cannonball, crashed into the palace with the force of thunder. At the moment of impact, a suffocating impact force was generated, and the palace instantly fell apart and collapsed under this impact force. Huge rocks broke apart one after another, turning into countless fragments that splashed around like a rainstorm. Those fragments hit the ground with great force, making a series of dull sounds, as if the earth was groaning in pain and uttering desperate wails.

The ground was shaking violently under this powerful force, and deep cracks appeared, as if the earth was torn apart, which was shocking. The whole world was shaking under this powerful force, as if the doomsday judgment was about to come. The shaking became more and more intense, and it felt as if the whole world was about to fall into endless darkness.

Lightning flashed like a pair of peerless swords, continuously striking the palace, and bursting into brilliant and dazzling light. The light illuminated the entire Buzhou Mountain, illuminating the world as bright as day. For a moment, the Buzhou Mountain seemed to be plunged into a doomsday scene, like purgatory on earth. The light contained endless power and majesty, which made people feel a deep awe and fear.

The smoke and dust spread like a rolling black cloud, covering the sky and the sun, making people feel as if they were in a chaos, unable to tell east, west, south, and north. There seemed to be some mysterious power hidden in the smoke and dust, making people feel an inexplicable fear, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching in the darkness. The mysterious power made people's heartbeats speed up involuntarily, as if unknown dangers could come at any time.

The broken stones flew around like meteors, smashing into the ground, creating huge holes on the ground. The dull crashing sounds came one after another, as if the bell of the end of the world was ringing, and each sound shook people's hearts and made them terrified. There were streams of hot air coming out of the holes, as if the magma under the ground was about to erupt, and the scorching temperature made people feel suffocated. The hot air made people feel as if they were in a furnace, and the sweat evaporated instantly, making people feel extremely uncomfortable and scared.

However, Wang Xunhai's anger did not diminish at all. He slowly raised his head, and the anger burning in his eyes seemed to be able to burn the Buzhou Mountain in front of him and turn it into ashes. His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, a kind of desperate madness, a determination not to give up until the goal is achieved. He stared at the towering and majestic Buzhou Mountain in front of him, as if his eyes wanted to see through the mountain, see through it, and see through it to the core.

He opened his mouth, used all his strength, and roared like thunder: "I want to blow open the gate of heaven!" His voice was like rolling thunder, constantly echoing between heaven and earth, and the lingering sound was endless. The voice contained endless power, as if it was going to shake the whole world and make it tremble and crumble. The sound spread to every corner, making the sky and the earth change color, and the wind and clouds surge, as if the whole world was shaking under his roar. His voice seemed to be a call from ancient times, carrying a mysterious and powerful power that made people's souls tremble.