Journey to the Mysterious Sea

All the gods present were terrified, as if they had witnessed the most horrifying and terrifying scene in the world, as if that scene could devour a person's soul. Their eyes were filled with endless fear, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping their throats, making it impossible to breathe or escape.

Their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily, just like the dead leaves falling in the autumn wind, swaying unsteadily, unable to control themselves. The trembling was not violent, but it spread throughout the body like a subtle electric current, clearly revealing the fear in their hearts. Every slight tremor was like the trembling of the soul, announcing their inner uneasiness to the outside world. Their eyes met each other in panic, their eyes were filled with uneasiness and fear, and they were uneasy, as if the seats under them were covered with sharp thorns, making them feel like sitting on pins and needles, and every second was like torture. At the moment when their eyes met, it seemed as if they could hear the cry in their hearts, which was a silent protest against the unknown fear.

Taishang Laojun frowned, and although his expression was relatively calm, his slightly trembling beard still revealed the unrest hidden in his heart. He slowly said, "What are you afraid of? We haven't done anything evil." His voice echoed in the empty hall, with a hint of forced firmness. But the words seemed a little pale and powerless, as if he was trying to convince himself, not others. A trace of barely perceptible panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. That trace of panic was like a glimmer of light in the dark night. Although it was short-lived, it was enough to expose the waves in his heart. "That mysterious god is just a very long-ago legend. Thinking back to those days, I seemed to be immersed in a deep sleep. I really don't know what happened in the heavenly court." Although his tone was steady, in this tense and depressing atmosphere, he still seemed a little short of breath, as if he was forcing himself to be calm. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a hint of helplessness and confusion. The helplessness was like an invisible pressure, weighing heavily on his heart; the confusion was like a thick fog, covering his thoughts and making it difficult for him to see the road ahead.

Haotian's eyes were as deep as the abyss, like a bottomless black hole, making it difficult to see his true thoughts. He stared at Taishang Laojun deeply, thinking to himself that Taishang Laojun was clearly trying to shirk all responsibility. There was a subtle dissatisfaction and doubt in his eyes, as if he was thinking about whether there was a deeper meaning behind Taishang Laojun's words. In this tense atmosphere, his eyes looked even more gloomy, which made people shudder. That gloomy look seemed to freeze the air around him, making people feel a bone-chilling chill.

Among all the people present, if there was anyone who could shirk this responsibility without leaving any trace, it would undoubtedly be Taishang Laojun. After all, Taishang Laojun really did nothing about this matter. He had always avoided many affairs of the heavenly court in the name of pure cultivation. His behavior had long caused dissatisfaction and suspicion in the hearts of the people, but at this critical moment, everyone chose to temporarily endure it. The dissatisfaction and suspicion, like seeds, took root and sprouted in the hearts of the people, waiting for a suitable opportunity, and would break through the ground.

On the foreheads of the other two, beads of sweat slowly rolled down. Under the strong light, the beads of sweat sparkled like pearls. Their expressions seemed extremely nervous, and their facial muscles were as tight as a bowstring, as if they would break at any time. The sweat kept flowing, as if it was the external expression of their inner fear, which could not be stopped or concealed. Every drop of sweat that fell was like the release of their inner fear, and the fear surged like a tide, gradually swallowing up their reason.

Because they are not like Taishang Laojun who can easily stay out of it. Especially Yuanshi Tianzun, he snorted coldly, with a hint of anger in his tone, "He has already come to our doorstep, what can we do? Do we have to choose to retreat and avoid him? Since he dares to come, then, let him come! He is not scary, right?" His voice was as loud as a bell, but with a barely perceptible tremor, obviously his heart was not as resolute and courageous as he appeared on the surface. There was a hint of determination in his eyes, but the slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner fear. That determination was like a burning torch, trying to illuminate the darkness ahead; that fear, like a cold undercurrent, quietly surged in the depths of his heart.

The man in black robes beside him nodded silently and said, "We will not be afraid of him. We are the Lord God after all." His voice was as deep as thunder, as if it came from the abyss of the earth, carrying a heavy force. However, his clenched fists and slightly trembling body mercilessly betrayed his inner fear. There was a hint of determination in his eyes, but the fear deep in his eyes could not be completely concealed. That determination, like an unshakable mountain, tried to resist the fear in his heart; that fear, like a gust of wind, constantly hit his mental defenses.

Haotian swallowed his saliva and tried to calm himself down. His throat rolled up and down, making a clear swallowing sound. He said, "Perhaps, we should think of a coping strategy..." There was a trace of anxiety in his voice that was difficult to conceal, and his eyes revealed a deep worry about the unknown. His eyes wandered among the crowd, trying to find a glimmer of hope and comfort. The anxiety, like a burning flame, burned his heart; the worry, like a heavy dark cloud, enveloped his thoughts.

Just as several people were talking to each other, a dazzling lightning suddenly lit up in the sky. The lightning was like an extremely sharp sword, tearing through the dark and deep sky, and illuminating the entire sky as bright as day. The strong light instantly illuminated the entire venue, causing a sharp pain in everyone's eyes. The light was so strong that everyone was temporarily blinded, and could only feel the strong energy in the air. The lightning, like a punishment from heaven, descended on everyone's head, making them feel the majesty and oppression from heaven.

The men were so frightened that they trembled violently and could not stand steadily. Their feet seemed to be stuck in a muddy swamp, and they could hardly move at all. Even their breathing became a little disordered, and their breathing was as rapid as a bellows, as if they would faint from suffocation at any time. They looked at each other in panic, and they could clearly see the unconcealable fear in each other's eyes. The fear spread rapidly among them like a raging plague, and their hearts fell into endless darkness. The darkness, like a bottomless abyss, swallowed up their hope and courage bit by bit.

Seeing this, the Taishang Laojun raised a cold smile, which was full of undisguised sarcasm and blatant disdain. He said sarcastically, "You have a guilty conscience and your Taoism is unstable, my friends." His voice was particularly harsh in the dead silence, like a sharp knife, piercing everyone's hearts and making them even more anxious. There was a hint of complacency in his eyes, as if he was enjoying everyone's fear and uneasiness. That complacency, like a strange shadow, shrouded his face, making his face look even more gloomy and terrifying.