Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On earth, the three great beings who were revered and worshipped as the top gods by the world, looked down upon everything in the world with an extraordinary and proud attitude that was above all things. Their gazes were as deep as the endless abyss and as majestic as the towering mountains. They seemed to be able to easily penetrate the heavy fog of the world and take in all the mysteries hidden in the dark. Bulao Mountain, this ancient mountain filled with mystery and carrying a long history, undoubtedly attracted their full attention at this moment. This mountain was like a huge and profound mystery, exuding an alluring charm that strongly stimulated their desire to explore.

The outline of the Bulao Mountain loomed in the clouds, like a mysterious work of art carefully crafted by nature. The vegetation on the mountain was lush and green, and the ancient trees seemed to be telling the story of the years. The streams in the mountains gurgled, and the sound of water was crisp and pleasant, like a beautiful song of nature. The three main gods stood there quietly, and their figures looked particularly tall under the sunlight. Their aura was like a powerful magnetic field, and the air around them seemed to become heavy because of their presence.

In their eyes, the things that are quietly happening in the Bulao Mountain are like a great opportunity specially bestowed by God, shining like bright stars. However, in order to firmly grasp this rare opportunity, the key lies in whether they have strong enough strength and extraordinary wisdom. This strength must be as tough as steel, able to withstand all difficulties and obstacles; this wisdom must be as bright as a beacon, able to illuminate the way forward and dispel the fog in the darkness. If they can really successfully seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, then there is no doubt that they will get immeasurable huge and rich rewards. The power of this benefit may be strong enough to completely subvert their original destiny, like surging waves hitting the old embankment, leading them to a new direction of life, starting an unprecedented glorious journey, like bright sunshine illuminating the dark corners.

At the same time, among the large-scale and numerous slave soldiers, the spirit of the ginkgo tree stood quietly. His eyes were silent and resolute, like a beam of firm light, closely following the three figures that gradually went away and finally disappeared at the end of his sight. His eyes could not help but reveal a greed that was difficult to accurately describe in words, which was an extreme desire for unknown opportunities and an eager expectation to change his fate, as if the dry earth was longing for the nourishment of rain. He slowly opened his mouth and said in a low and powerful voice: "I clearly heard every word they just said. There seems to be some kind of inheritance power from God hidden in the Immortal Mountain. If we are lucky enough to obtain this inheritance from God, does it mean that we can also become true gods like them and completely break free from the current extremely tragic and painful fate?" His words were like a heavy boulder suddenly thrown into the originally calm lake, instantly setting off a huge uproar among the people around him. The waves were like a violent storm, impacting everyone's heart.

The slave soldiers were wearing ragged clothes, with traces of labor on their bodies, and their faces were tired and vicissitudes. The words of the spirit of the ginkgo tree stirred up thousands of waves in their hearts, and a spark of hope began to flicker in their eyes. After hearing his words, everyone couldn't help but feel their scalps tingling, and an indescribable strong sense of shock surged into their hearts like a tide, making their hearts beat violently. They looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment and confusion. It was a deep fear of the unknown and extreme uncertainty about the future. They seemed to be groping in the dark, trying to find a ray of light guidance, like a ship lost in the vast ocean, longing for the light of a lighthouse.

Among them, quite a few people have indeed fantasized in their hearts about escaping from this nightmare-like tragic fate. They have also imagined countless times in their minds that as long as they can successfully escape from here, they can return to the familiar world and restore their former noble status as emperors. However, they have never dared to have such a bold hope that they can become gods or immortals. Because in their cognition, that is an unattainable, dreamlike existence, a height that they can hardly reach in their entire lives, like the bright stars hanging in the night sky, seemingly close at hand, but actually far away, like an illusory bubble, difficult to touch.

After the spirit of the ginkgo tree finished his passionate and inspiring words, he slowly closed his eyes. Then, an amazing scene happened. His body gradually became translucent, as if it was slowly blending with the surrounding air until it merged perfectly into a whole. His body exuded a strange light, which was as dreamy as a dream, making him look like a messenger from a mysterious world, with a mysterious and solemn aura. The light was soft and warm, illuminating the surrounding space, making people seem to see the dawn of hope.

Under the surprised gaze of the crowd, he quietly slipped out of the crowd. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be filled with great determination and courage, like a soldier going to war, slowly moving towards the direction of the Bulao Mountain. His figure appeared lonely and firm in the afterglow of the setting sun. The companions watched his departing back and looked at each other, revealing a very complicated emotion in their eyes. It included worry about him, worrying that he would encounter unknown dangers on this trip, like walking on the edge of a cliff; there were also expectations for him, expecting him to successfully obtain the inheritance of God and change their destiny, like looking forward to the dawn; there was also a trace of envy, envy that he had the courage to pursue the seemingly unattainable dream, like envy of the freedom of a flying bird; and a trace of helplessness, helpless that they did not have the courage and determination like him, like a beast trapped in a cage. They lowered their heads and fell into silence, no longer speaking, but just quietly staring at the figure of the spirit of the ginkgo tree gradually disappearing in the distant sky. As for what they were thinking in their hearts, perhaps only they themselves could truly understand. It was a complex emotion that could not be expressed in words, like a web of hope and fear, dream and reality, tightly entangled their hearts and made them fall into deep thought.