Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Stepping into the Undying Mountain area filled with mystery and gloom, Wang Xunhai's steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to carry a heavy determination, like an ancient bell echoing in the silent wilderness. He slowly moved forward, and the land under his feet seemed to exude a strange breath, which spread quietly like a cold tide, making people shudder. The surrounding atmosphere was so oppressive that people could hardly breathe, as if there was an invisible pressure like a heavy dark cloud covering this strange land. The dull breath filled the air, as if to strangle all life in the cradle, making people feel a deep despair and fear.

In this gloomy environment, Wang Xunhai's figure seemed particularly lonely. His eyes were firm and sharp, revealing an unyielding will. The surrounding trees twisted their branches, as if telling him about the weirdness and danger of this land. The fallen leaves on the ground rustled with his footsteps, as if it was a warning from the land to him.

In an instant, a strange power surged through his body, and a raging flame slowly began to burn. The flame was extremely hot, and the dancing flames took on strange colors, sometimes dark blue, like the light of the deep seabed, and sometimes deep purple, like the mysterious stars in the night sky, as if it contained some kind of mysterious power. The light of the flame was particularly dazzling in this gloomy environment, but it also revealed a trace of unsettling atmosphere, like a bright light in the darkness, which brought a glimmer of hope, but also made people feel panic about unknown dangers. Wang Xunhai stared at the constantly leaping flames on his body, his eyes full of confusion and vigilance. He frowned, trying to find the source of the flames, and his frown seemed to carry a heavy weight.

Subconsciously, he cast his gaze towards the mountain ahead, and saw an old man in a tattered Taoist robe, who looked very strange. The old man's head was like a mouse, with a pointed mouth and small eyes, giving people a weird feeling, as if he was a monster crawling out of the dark abyss. The old man was suspended in the air with his legs crossed, exuding a mysterious aura. The aura was like a layer of hazy mist, enveloping him, as if he had merged with this mysterious mountain range, making it difficult to tell whether he was the master of this mountain range or a prisoner bound by the mountain range.

Wang Xunhai concluded that the sudden fire on his body must have been caused by the old man. His eyes focused, and the power in his body surged like a raging tide. The power rushed through his body, like a violent hurricane raging on the wilderness, filling every cell in his body with energy. He exuded a powerful aura, like a volcano about to erupt, with hot magma rolling inside the mountain, ready to burst out at any time.

Then, he leaped up, and rushed forward at an astonishing speed like a cannonball. His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, and that trail of afterimages was like a flash of lightning, instantly disappearing from the spot. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the old man.

Wang Xunhai raised his clenched fist without hesitation, and his fist was condensed with his powerful strength. That power seemed to be able to destroy everything, and with an indomitable momentum, he hit forward fiercely. That fist was like a mountain, carrying heavy pressure and endless anger. However, the old man just stretched out a hand seemingly easily. That hand seemed dry and weak, like a withered branch, but it contained unimaginable power. The old man gently grabbed Wang Xunhai's arm, and at this moment, a fierce look flashed in the old man's eyes. That look was like a sharp blade, cold and sharp, chilling, as if it could cut a person's soul into pieces. A powerful force came from his hand, and Wang Xunhai only felt an irresistible force coming. That power was like a tidal wave, making him unable to resist at all. The whole person was instantly ejected, like a meteor across the sky, flying into a valley in the distance.

Wang Xunhai fell heavily to the ground. The huge impact caused the dust on the ground to fly up like smoke and spread all around. The dust was like a huge net, covering him, making him feel as if he was in a chaotic world. Before he could get up, there was a strange sound in the ground. The sound was subtle at first, as if the spirits under the ground were whispering. The sound was like a thread, vague, but soon became violent, like the roar before an earthquake.

Then, one after another, snakes emerged from the soil. The snakes twisted their bodies, and their scales flickered strangely in the weak light. The light flickered, like the eyes of a ghost, making people shudder. They swam quickly towards Wang Xunhai and tightly wrapped around his body. The snake bodies were like cold chains, making it difficult for him to move for a while.

Wang Xunhai was extremely angry, and his face became extremely gloomy, as if the sky was about to be stormed, and the dark clouds were brewing endless anger and power. He roared in frustration, and the roar resounded through the valley and echoed in this mysterious land. The sound exploded like thunder, as if it was going to shatter the heaven and earth. The sound was full of anger and unyielding, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart and make the whole world tremble.

At the same time, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone from his body. The light was as bright as the blazing sun, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness. The light illuminated the entire valley, like a new sun, exposing all evil. Then, the golden light instantly turned into violent lightning, accompanied by a deafening roar, and struck at the snakes wrapped around his body at lightning speed.

There was a burst of crackling sounds, like continuous firecrackers. The sound echoed in the valley, as exciting as a war drum, making people's eardrums vibrate. The snakes were instantly cut into countless pieces under the violent lightning. The snakes' body tissues and blood splashed everywhere, falling on the ground, raising a thick dust. The dust was mixed with the smell of blood, and the air was filled with a pungent fishy smell, which made people feel nauseous and terrified, as if they were in the abyss of hell.

Wang Xunhai broke free from the snake and slowly stood up, his eyes still burning with anger. He looked at the old man floating in the air in the distance and swore in his heart that he would make the other party pay for everything he had suffered.