Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The spirit of the ginkgo tree stood there quietly, like a silent watcher, staring motionlessly at the Bulao Mountain in the distance, which was tightly covered by heavy clouds and mist. The mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, was like a dream, just like a fairyland, giving people a sense of nothingness. The lingering clouds and mist were as ethereal as a light veil, flowing slowly, decorating the Bulao Mountain even more mysterious. The clouds and mist sometimes floated lightly like a veil, and sometimes flowed slowly like thick milk, changing unpredictably, making people yearn for it.

The eyes of the spirit of the ginkgo tree showed a complex and incomprehensible look. There seemed to be worry in his eyes, and that worry was like a dark cloud, thickly covering his eyes, making his eyes look even deeper; there was also doubt, and that doubt was like a puzzle, circling in his heart, making him fall into deep thought; and there was also a subtle expectation, that expectation was like a weak flame, flickering in his heart, although not bright, but burning tenaciously. He murmured to himself: "I heard that this time, there was a person in the world who bravely rushed to the heaven alone, wanting to ask for justice from the heaven."

The man next to the Ginkgo Tree Spirit was stunned when he heard this, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets. He looked as if he had heard a story from an Arabian Nights. His mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time, as if he was so shocked by the news that he lost the ability to speak. Then, he couldn't help but sneered: "Don't believe other people's nonsense. The power of Heaven is beyond our imagination. Its majesty makes all things submit. Heaven dominates all things in the world. What kind of authority and power is that, how can it be easily shaken by mortals? Is there anyone who wants to seek justice from Heaven? It's simply a foolish dream! Even if Heaven oppresses him, he can only swallow his anger. He is lucky to be able to escape far away. How dare you have such an arrogant idea and want to seek justice? This move is really childish to the extreme." His words were full of awe of Heaven and disdain for that man. The tone seemed to be mocking a clown who overestimated his own abilities, and there was a hint of sarcasm and contempt in his voice.

After hearing these words, the spirit of the ginkgo tree suddenly showed a deep fear on his face, and his body trembled involuntarily. His eyes were full of panic, as if he thought of the terrible power and majesty of the heaven. That power was like a surging tide, overwhelming and overwhelming, making him feel extremely depressed; that majesty was like a heavy mountain, pressing him so hard that he could hardly breathe, and filled his heart with fear. He nodded hurriedly and said, "It's really too naive, haha. If the heaven can really be easily resisted, how can we suffer so much in this world and end up in such a miserable situation? The power of the heaven is too strong. We are as small as ants in front of it. How can we have the idea of ​​resisting?" There was a trace of helplessness and despair in his voice. The helplessness was like bitter tears, constantly flowing in his heart; the despair was like a dark abyss, so he could not see a glimmer of hope.

At the same time, in the mysterious and daunting Bu Lao Mountain, Wang Xunhai sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain like an ancient statue. The mountain is filled with a mysterious atmosphere, which is ancient and distant, as if carrying the memory of countless years, which makes people feel awe. The trees on the mountain are tall and straight, and the branches and leaves are intertwined to form a green sky. The leaves are emerald green and sparkle with charming luster under the sunlight, as if they are precious gems given to the mountain by nature. The sky is like a natural barrier, isolating the top of the mountain from the outside world, making it an independent world. The mountain breeze blows, and the leaves rustle, and the sound seems to be the whisper of the mountain, telling its story. The story contains the vicissitudes of time and the reincarnation of life, which makes people immersed in it and feel the flow of time and the mystery of life.

Wang Xunhai's expression was focused and pious. He absorbed the pure and incomparable fairy spirit contained in the Bulao Mountain with all his attention. His breathing was steady and deep, and every breath seemed to be in a mysterious communication with the mountain. His body and mind merged with the mountain, feeling the pulse of the mountain and the nourishment of the fairy spirit. Everything around him seemed to be still, the wind seemed to have stopped blowing, and the leaves were no longer swaying. Only the wisps of fairy spirit, like a smart elf, happily merged into his body. The fairy spirit was pure and soft, like a clear spring, flowing through his meridians, nourishing his body and soul. Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment. After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xunhai slowly opened his eyes again. At this moment, a mysterious phantom of God appeared in front of his eyes.

The mysterious god quietly floated in the air, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. His body was tall and majestic, like an insurmountable mountain, standing between heaven and earth, daunting. His skin was shining with a strange light, and the light was as bright as the stars, dazzling and dazzling, making it impossible to look directly at it. The light was sometimes soft, like moonlight; sometimes strong, as dazzling as the sun, unpredictable, and full of mysterious power. His appearance seemed to stop the whole world from moving. Everything revolved around him. He was the center of this world and the master of all things. The aura was ancient and profound, containing endless years of precipitation. The precipitation was like a heavy history book, recording the vicissitudes of the world. The aura spread, making people feel the vastness of time and the insignificance of life, and they couldn't help but feel awe.

Xuanshen silently stared at Wang Xunhai in front of him, his eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom and vicissitudes. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through everything in the world. Whether it was the history of the past, the stories that happened in those long years; or the fate of the future, the journey full of unknowns and variables, they were all clearly presented in his eyes. There was a kind of scrutiny in his eyes, as if he was evaluating whether Wang Xunhai was really qualified to obtain his inheritance. After a long time, Xuanshen's voice that seemed to come from ancient times slowly sounded: "For millions of years, you are the only one who can get to this point. Every breakthrough and every growth of yours makes me deeply gratified. Perhaps, you are really a creature qualified to obtain my inheritance!" Xuanshen's voice echoed on this silent mountain top. The voice was low and majestic, as if it had traveled through time and space, carrying an ancient and solemn power. The power shook Wang Xunhai's heart, causing a strong emotion to surge from the depths of his heart; it also shook the entire Bulao Mountain, making the mountain seem to tremble slightly, responding to this powerful force.