Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's face is full of determination, like a masterpiece of art carefully carved by the gods. Every line is deep and distinct, just like the ruthless sculptor of time, who has left deep marks on Wang Xunhai's face with his sharp carving knife; it is also like the heavy hammer of life, which has constantly tempered him, thus forging such unique marks. These marks contain an endless power that seems to be able to shake the mountains.

His face, with its clear outlines, is like a masterpiece created by the magical sculptor of nature. His facial lines exude an extraordinary temperament of unswerving and unyielding, as if announcing his tenacity and perseverance to the world.

His eyes shone with an unwavering light, which was like the brightest and most dazzling star in the night sky, shining brightly and dazzlingly. The bright eyes were deep and blazing, as if they were a powerful beam of light that could penetrate the endless darkness, shedding a ray of hope on the unknown road ahead. They were also like a blazing flame, hot and dazzling, filled with endless passion and determination, as if all the difficulties and obstacles in the world would be burned to ashes in front of this power.

Every word he said was like a bell, and he said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Let's start the trial. I have made all the preparations!" Those words were like thunder, suddenly exploding in the air, with an overwhelming force, fiercely impacting everyone's heart. That voice was loud and firm, containing an indomitable determination and fearless courage, as if it was an indestructible blade that could destroy all difficulties and obstacles and open up a broad road to victory.

Hearing this, Xuanshen nodded slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of approval. That look was like the warm and gentle spring sunshine, bright and gentle, gently falling on Wang Xunhai, giving him a silent but powerful encouragement and support. That look contained a high degree of recognition and earnest expectation for Wang Xunhai, as if whispering: "Go, I believe you will succeed and create your own glory."

Then, at the moment when he slowly closed his eyes, a strange scene suddenly happened. His body turned into countless bright spots of light, which shone with mysterious light, like a dream, like a bright galaxy scattered in the world. The light was colorful and intertwined, forming a beautiful and colorful picture. The spots of light flickered and jumped, like happy elves dancing to their heart's content, showing their beauty and mystery.

Wang Xunhai suddenly felt as if his body was tightly wrapped by a stream of warm water. The moist and gentle feeling was like a mother's warm embrace, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath. This warm power seemed to penetrate into every cell of his body, immersing his body and mind in this warm care. He seemed to have forgotten all the troubles and fatigue in the world, and only felt the tranquility and peace of mind brought by this warm power. The feeling was like bathing in the warm sunshine of spring, warm and comfortable, which greatly comforted his soul and filled his heart with peace and tranquility.

At the same time, the dark clouds in the sky were like a surging, unstoppable tide, and they gradually gathered at an alarming speed. The heavy dark clouds piled up layer by layer, covering the sky and the earth, like an invisible huge mountain, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, weighing heavily on people's hearts. The dark clouds were as black as ink, so thick that they seemed to drip ink, making people feel as if they were in the abyss of darkness, almost unable to breathe.

The dark clouds rolled and surged like a group of ferocious monsters with bared fangs and claws, stretching their "limbs" wantonly, as if showing their terror and power to the world, ready to devour everything.

On the way to Bulao Mountain, Haotian's originally calm expression suddenly became solemn. His originally relaxed brows were tightly furrowed, like two bottomless ravines, which seemed to hide endless worries. His eyes were full of worries, as if he saw an impending catastrophe, which filled his heart with uneasiness.

He also noticed the unusual dark clouds in the sky. His face suddenly changed, and he became extremely panicked, his eyes full of fear. He took a step back involuntarily, and said in a trembling voice: "That is the doomsday thunder tribulation!" As soon as these words came out, it was like a heavy bomb, setting off a storm in everyone's heart. Everyone's face was full of fear and uneasiness, and their eyes were full of fear of the unknown. The fear spread rapidly like a plague, making the whole air heavy and depressing. People's heartbeats seemed to accelerate sharply as the fear spread, and their breathing became rapid, as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling their throats, making people feel suffocated.

Yuanshi Tianzun was also extremely shocked. He widened his eyes, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He opened his mouth slightly and murmured, "The end of the world thunder tribulation? Someone wants to survive the tribulation? Survive the tribulation and become an immortal? How is this possible! This must be the work of Xuanshen!" There was a hint of anger and doubt in his voice. The anger was like a blazing flame, hot and violent, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes. The anger in his heart burned, as if he had been ruthlessly deceived and betrayed, filling his heart with pain and anger. And the doubt was like a thick fog, shrouding his heart and making him fall into deep thought. He tried to find the truth of all this, to solve this confusing mystery, and to figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

Just as everyone was panicking and uneasy, a man in a black robe frowned in a different way. He was tall and straight, like a pine tree standing proudly in the sky, but he exuded an icy aura that made people shudder. His slender figure stood firm in the wind, like an insurmountable mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression, making people afraid to approach easily.

He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, with a look of disdain on his face, and a hint of arrogance and indifference. His eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate the thick dark clouds and see the truth behind them. His cold eyes made people feel his ruthlessness and cruelty, as if nothing in the world could cause him any emotional fluctuations. He said coldly: "What are you afraid of? Isn't he just an immortal? Even if he is an immortal, if he dares to show up and disrupt our peaceful life, we will still wipe him out!" His words were full of confidence and domineering, as if he possessed absolute power and could easily fight against all threats.