Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Haotian, Yuanshi Tianzun, and the black-robed man with a mysterious aura around him were moving slowly and steadily towards the mysterious and ancient Bulao Mountain with firm and powerful steps. Their figures were like tall green pines, and every step they took seemed to carry an invisible but extremely powerful force, stepping firmly and powerfully on this mysterious land. Their steps were firm and steady, as if every step contained endless determination and courage.

Behind them, there were 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals in a mighty and majestic manner. These heavenly soldiers and generals were all heroic and majestic. The armor they wore shone with a cold light, which was as dazzling as the bright stars in the night sky. Every pattern on the armor seemed to contain mysterious power and exuded an awe-inspiring aura. The sharp weapons in their hands flashed a cold light under the sunlight, which was like a flash of lightning, making people shudder. They were arranged in neat rows, with the same pace and unified actions, like a surging and unstoppable torrent. The sound of their footsteps resounded through the sky like thunder, exuding a powerful momentum that shocked and awe-inspiring.

Beside the heavenly soldiers and generals, there are millions of slaves. These slaves come from the distant Honghuang Continent, a vast and mysterious land. There, the long river of time has quietly flowed for thousands and millions of years, and has experienced countless vicissitudes and changes, wind and rain. On that continent, they were once great emperors who broke through and ascended to become immortals, possessing extraordinary and powerful strength and supreme glory. They were once the true rulers of the Honghuang Continent, well-deserved great emperors, and admired by thousands of people. Their names are well-known on the continent, and their heroic deeds have been passed down by word of mouth and passed down through the ages. They once called the wind and rain on the Honghuang Continent and controlled everything. Their power can shake the mountains and rivers, and their wisdom can see through the world. However, at this moment, in this lofty fairyland, they have lost their former glory and honor. The light of the past has dimmed, and they can only helplessly become servants of others. The trick of fate is like a merciless storm, which mercilessly swept them from the peak to the bottom. Their eyes are full of helplessness and sadness, which is a surrender to fate and a nostalgia for the past. Such a tragic experience really makes people feel deeply sorry and sad for them.

Haotian walked forward steadily, his eyes firm and deep, as if the endless starry sky contained endless wisdom and power. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could penetrate all the fog and see the essence of things. When his eyes touched the direction of the Bulao Mountain, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a meaningful smile. In that smile, countless secrets and strategies seemed to be hidden. His voice was steady and powerful, as loud as a bell, and he slowly said: "He actually stopped here, he must have some plan. If we take action at this time, we will definitely hit his vital point." The words revealed an unparalleled confidence and decisiveness, as if the whole world was under his control, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner according to his plan. His figure was tall and majestic, exuding an irresistible charm, which made people involuntarily feel awe towards him.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who was standing aside, was filled with sorrow. His brows were furrowed like two deep furrows, and his eyes were filled with worry and uneasiness. His eyes revealed a deep worry, as if he saw an impending disaster. He sighed worriedly, "I don't know how much disaster the mysterious god will bring us when he reappears after so many years." There was a hint of helplessness and worry in his voice, as if he was full of uncertainty about the future situation. The unknown danger was like a heavy dark cloud, pressing on his heart, making him feel extremely depressed and heavy. His expression was solemn, as if the weight of the whole world was on his shoulders.

Hearing this, the man in black robe shook his head lightly and didn't care. His expression was calm and composed, like a calm lake, without the slightest ripple. His eyes flashed with a determined light, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the road ahead. He responded calmly: "If an enemy comes, we will fight him; if a flood comes, we will block it with earth. There is no need to worry too much." His words were concise and clear, but they revealed a fearless courage and firm belief, as if any difficulties and challenges would be vulnerable in front of him. His posture was upright, exuding a powerful aura, which made people feel his confidence and determination.

At the same time, among the many slaves behind them, there was a figure that was particularly eye-catching. It was a man with striking green hair. His hair was like a burning green flame, which was particularly unique in the crowd, as if it was a bright light in the darkness, attracting people's attention. His hair fluttered in the wind, as if a green ocean was surging. He was wearing a tattered linen shirt, which was severely worn, with patches and holes everywhere, and looked a little ragged, as if he had experienced countless storms and hardships. Every mark of wear and tear, every patch, seemed to tell of his past hardships and sufferings. Although the clothes were worn out, he still wore them, as if it was a commemoration of the past.

This person is the spirit of the ginkgo tree. He has gone through untold hardships, overcome many difficulties, and finally ascended to become an immortal. On that long and arduous road of cultivation, he has paid countless sweat and efforts, and endured pain and torture that ordinary people can hardly imagine. He once practiced under the scorching sun, and his clothes were soaked with sweat; he once persisted in the cold wind, and his body was shivering with cold. However, he never expected that what was waiting for him in the fairyland was not the glory and freedom he expected, but the tragic fate of becoming a slave. And this painful scene has lasted for a long time, filling his heart with pain and helplessness. The pain is like a sharp knife, deeply piercing his heart; the helplessness is like a heavy mountain, pressing him to breath. At this moment, he raised his head and looked at the Immortal Mountain in the distance. His eyes revealed complex emotions, including unwillingness to fate, a strong dissatisfaction with the status quo and unyielding resistance; there is also confusion about the unknown, which is uncertainty and deep fear of the future. His eyes seemed to be silently telling of his inner struggle and pain, which was an unspeakable torture that made people feel great sympathy and pity for his experience. There was also a glimmer of hope in his eyes, which was a glimmer of expectation for the future.