Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, clouds and mist are like layers of soft gauze, densely intertwined and entangled, forming a seemingly invisible but indestructible barrier. This barrier is like a natural moat, completely isolating the hustle and bustle of the world, making this mountain top seem to have become a mysterious realm independent of the world. The clouds and mist are ethereal and dreamy, as if they are a beautiful painting woven by the skillful hands of nature. Every wisp of clouds and mist seems to contain endless mysterious power. They flow slowly, changing into various wonderful shapes, sometimes like a dragon soaring, sometimes like a fairy dancing, which makes people marvel.

Haotian is like a majestic peak that has gone through the vicissitudes of time and remains unchanged for eternity, standing proudly in the vast world of snow-covered ice and snow. The raging cold wind is like a wild beast that has broken free from its reins, roaring wildly. The cold wind, carrying the icy chill, swept over with overwhelming force, pounced on Haotian with its fangs and claws, and tore his clothes without mercy. Under the wanton destruction of the wind, the sleeves of the clothes fluttered violently, making a fluttering sound. This sound echoed in the empty sky and earth, as if telling in grief and anger the hardships of surviving in the ice and snow, and the indomitable will. Haotian's body is tall and majestic, like an unshakable mountain, and his eyes are firm and deep, as if he can penetrate the wind and snow and see the distant future. His hair fluttered wildly in the cold wind, like black flames, burning the indomitable spirit and determination in his heart.

His face was as solemn as iron, deep and resolute, like a cold rock, exuding an aura that people dare not approach easily. His unwavering eyes, looking directly at the people in front of him without fear, seemed to contain a magnificent and powerful force. This force seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and turn all difficulties into nothing, which made people tremble with fear. His face had clear contours, as if it was cut by a knife and an axe, and every line revealed a kind of fortitude and decisiveness. His lips were tightly closed, revealing an unquestionable majesty, as if his words were an imperial decree that could not be violated.

These people are not ordinary people. The extraordinary temperament they exude makes this piece of ice and snow, which is already freezing cold, seem even more insignificant. Taishang Laojun stands tall, like a pine tree that has experienced thousands of years of wind and rain and vicissitudes. His figure is as solid as a rock, indestructible, as if he has merged with the world. His calm and calm look, as if all the changes in the world are just insignificant dust, and it is difficult to stir up the slightest ripple in his heart. His deep eyes reveal a kind of calmness and wisdom after experiencing vicissitudes. Taishang Laojun's beard is as white as snow, fluttering in the wind, adding a bit of immortal charm. He holds a whisk in his hand, and the silk of the whisk flickers with a faint light, as if it contains endless mysteries.

Yuanshi Tianzun has an immortal style and an otherworldly temperament, just like an immortal from the sky. His every move exudes a mysterious and awe-inspiring aura, which is like the mist in the morning, hazy and fascinating. His figure is light and graceful, as if he could fly away with the wind at any time, which makes people admire his profound cultivation. Yuanshi Tianzun's clothes flutter in the wind, and the mysterious runes embroidered on them are looming, emitting a mysterious light. His eyes are deep and distant, as if he can see through the essence of all things in the world.

The Burning Lamp Taoist exudes a dazzling golden light all over his body. The light is so strong that it is like a god descending to the earth. The light illuminates everything around him, making the originally dim ice and snow bright as day. The dazzling light makes people dare not look directly at it, for fear that their eyes will be burned by it, and they will fall into the endless dark abyss. A bright lamp is suspended above the head of the Burning Lamp Taoist. The flame of the bright lamp is burning, emitting warm and powerful power. His face is kind and solemn, making people feel a kind of endless compassion and majesty.

Haotian stared at the people in front of him. His voice was as loud as a bell, reverberating in the cold air. There was an unquestionable firmness in that voice, as if it could penetrate the cold air and reach people's hearts: "Wang Xunhai has already come to the Heavenly Court with great momentum. You must lend me a hand. Otherwise, I'm afraid we will be completely wiped out, and not even a trace will remain!" As soon as these words came out, it was like a huge rock suddenly thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up thousands of huge waves, breaking the original peace and tranquility. The voice echoed in the valley for a long time, making people terrified. Haotian's eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and his hands were clenched tightly, and the joints turned white because of the force.

Taishang Laojun frowned, and a complex expression of doubt and disdain flashed in his deep eyes. He spoke slowly, with a tone of doubt and dissatisfaction: "Why are you so panicked? He is just an ordinary mortal. Are you now unable to compete with a mortal? Where is the majesty of the Heavenly Court in the past? When did it become so weak and incompetent?" Taishang Laojun's voice was low and powerful, as if every word contained endless power. His eyes revealed a kind of disappointment and dissatisfaction with Haotian, as if he thought Haotian was too timid.

These words were like an extremely sharp blade, piercing Haotian's heart fiercely. Haotian's heart was instantly filled with shame, and his face became very ugly, as if he had been slapped hard. The Heavenly Court was originally a huge force, with many soldiers and generals under its command, but now facing Wang Xunhai, it seemed so helpless, which really made him feel ashamed. He seemed to feel that he was a sinner who had committed heinous crimes and was burdened with heavy sins. The sins were like heavy shackles, which made him almost unable to breathe, and made him feel extremely painful and desperate. Haotian's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of pain and self-blame.

Haotian took a deep breath and tried his best to calm the turbulent waves in his heart. His chest rose and fell violently, as if he was trying to suppress his inner emotions. Then, he raised his voice and argued loudly: "He is very likely to have the powerful power of the ancient mysterious god."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderclap that shook the earth and exploded in the ears of the three people. The sound was deafening, making their ears buzz, and their minds went blank in an instant. Their faces turned pale as paper in an instant, and their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety that were difficult to conceal. The fear spread rapidly like a dark tide, completely engulfing their hearts. They felt difficulty breathing, as if they were about to suffocate, and their bodies trembled involuntarily. Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes were full of shock, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was suppressed by the huge fear and could not make a sound.

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes met, and they all saw deep fear in each other's eyes. Their voices trembled, as erratic as leaves swaying in the wind: "The mysterious god you are talking about, could it be the mysterious god that is circulated in ancient legends?" Their eyes were full of fear of the unknown and worry about fate, as if they had foreseen a terrible disaster was about to come.

Haotian's face was extremely serious, and his eyes were as cold as frost. His eyes revealed a chill that made people shudder, and that cold gaze seemed to be able to freeze the surrounding air into ice in an instant. He said to the old men in Taoist robes in front of him in a decisive tone: "I am talking about that mysterious god." Haotian's voice was cold and firm, as if he had made up his mind to fight a desperate battle with that unknown force.

At this moment, the air around was filled with an extremely tense atmosphere, as if time had frozen and stagnated at this moment. The falling snowflakes seemed to be affected by this tense atmosphere, stagnating in mid-air and refusing to fall. The whole world seemed to have fallen into a dead silence, with nothing to say. Only the tense atmosphere continued to spread, like an invisible huge pressure that made people feel suffocated. The pressure was like a heavy mountain, making people breathless and falling into the abyss of endless fear and despair. In this extreme tension, everyone's heartbeat seemed to be clearly audible, and the rapid heartbeat sounded like a war drum, foreshadowing an impending storm. Fine beads of sweat oozed from the forehead of the Taoist priest Ran Deng, his eyes were full of tension and anxiety, and the bright lamp in his hand was trembling slightly, as if foreshadowing the horror of this storm.