Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai struggled to move his body, which seemed to be filled with lead. Every tiny movement seemed so strenuous, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, making this simple movement extremely difficult. He slowly and very strenuously struggled to get up from the ground inch by inch. The movement was slow and difficult, as if every inch of movement required all his energy. His whole body seemed to be carrying an invisible and heavy mountain. The heavy burden was like a cage, binding him tightly and pressing his already slightly hunched body even more bent, as if he would be overwhelmed and completely crushed in the next second.

His eyes revealed deep fatigue, a mark left after an extremely tragic battle. The fatigue enveloped his eyes like a haze, making them dim. However, deep in this fatigue, there was a light of unshakable faith flickering tenaciously. Although the light was weak, it was like a little spark in the dark night, burning stubbornly and refusing to go out, as if it was the last support in his heart.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes first inadvertently falling on the snake fragments scattered all over the ground. At that moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes involuntarily, and the surprise flashed briefly like a meteor, but left a clear mark in his eyes. Then, the surprise quickly receded like a tide, replaced by a solemn look, as if the snake fragments scattered all over the ground concealed endless dangers and unknowns, forcing him to be vigilant.

The fragments of the snakes began to slowly wriggle in an unnatural way. Their movements were strange and twisted, and each fragment seemed to have an independent life consciousness, as if it was controlled by some mysterious force. The strange wriggling made people shudder, as if these fragments were violating the laws of nature and undergoing a terrible resuscitation. Gradually, they regrew their complete bodies at an incredible speed. The snakes kept twisting their bodies, and the roars they made were like roars from the abyss of hell. The sound was sharp and piercing, like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the eardrum of a person, making people feel a sharp pain and numbing their scalp. It seemed that the whole world was shrouded in this terrifying sound, and fell into endless fear and despair, leaving people with nowhere to escape.

Wang Xunhai's face still maintained an expression as cold as an iceberg, as if the nightmare-like scene before him could not stir up the slightest ripple in his heart. His face was like a stone sculpture, expressionless, making it impossible for people to peek into his true thoughts. However, only he himself knew that the fire in his heart was burning fiercely. A dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from his hand, and the light was as dazzling as the blazing sun, instantly dispelling the inky darkness around him. The light illuminated his resolute face, making him look like a god who had descended to the world, exuding a sacred and majestic aura. Wang Xunhai waved his hand suddenly, and the golden light was like a surging torrent, with a majestic momentum to destroy the world, sweeping towards the snakes on the ground in front of him.

In an instant, wherever the light reached, everything was devoured mercilessly. The powerful force was like a destructive storm, completely destroying all obstacles. In front of this powerful force, the snakes turned into ashes in an instant, disappeared without a trace, and not even a trace was left. It was as if they had never appeared in this world, leaving only emptiness and silence. This silence, like the prelude to death, made people feel deeply depressed, as if the whole world had fallen into a dead silence.

Wang Xunhai slowly withdrew his gaze, and a trace of contemplation flashed in his eyes. His eyes were deep and complex, as if he was trying to think about the truth behind this series of strange events. The truth was like a treasure buried deep underground, waiting for him to discover. Then, he slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Bulao Mountain. There, the mouse suspended in the air was gently patting its Taoist robe. The Taoist robe was finely crafted, and the mysterious runes embroidered on it flashed a faint and mysterious light under the bright moonlight. Those runes seemed to be an ancient language, containing endless mysteries and power, which made people want to explore the deep meaning.

Under the mouse's feet, a colorful cloud appeared out of thin air. The mouse stood steadily on the cloud, with a graceful posture, like an otherworldly immortal. It stared at Wang Xunhai quietly, with a detached and indifferent look in its eyes, as if nothing in the world could arouse its interest. It said slowly: "Daoyou, you are obsessed." The voice was flat and indifferent, but with an unquestionable majesty.

Wang Xunhai's eyes instantly ignited with rage, and that rage seemed to burn everything in front of him to ashes. His anger was like a volcano about to erupt, hot and violent, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction and anger. His figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a vague afterimage. The next moment, he appeared in front of the mouse like a ghost. He stretched out his hand, as fast as lightning, like an illusory shadow, and quickly grabbed the mouse's neck, trying to lift it up. His movements were decisive and resolute, with a desperate momentum, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the mouse, the staff in the mouse's hand suddenly burst out with a suffocating force. The force was like a surging wave, rushing forward with overwhelming force. With a puff, the staff was like an extremely sharp blade, effortlessly piercing Wang Xunhai's arm. At that moment, blood splattered everywhere, like a blooming blood-colored flower, and a bloody smell filled the air.

Wang Xunhai gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The beads of sweat slid down his cheeks like beads with broken strings, dripping onto the ground with a slight sound. Each drop of sweat seemed to be a symbol of his pain, but his body seemed to be firmly bound by an invisible powerful force, unable to move at all. His eyes were full of surprise and disbelief. He looked at the mouse in front of him and said with difficulty: "You, a mouse, are quite powerful." A trace of disdainful sneer appeared on the mouse's face, and its voice was as cold as frost. It slowly said: "Mouse? I am the Great Sage Huangfeng!" The voice was full of arrogance and majesty, as if announcing to Wang Xunhai its power and inviolability, which made people shudder.