Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the ancient and thick ginkgo tree branches that seemed to bear the vicissitudes of time, Wang Xunhai slowly turned around, his movements were slightly slow, as if every subtle movement was bearing the weight of time. At that moment, a majestic figure suddenly broke into his sight.

That was the spirit of the ginkgo tree, with an indescribable mysterious aura lingering around it. It was as if a mysterious existence had escaped from an ancient legend and quietly appeared in the world. The body of the spirit was looming, as if it had merged with the surrounding air. The mysterious light emanating from it flickered like an ancient rune, giving people a deep and mysterious feeling.

Wang Xunhai was so shocked that his eyes seemed to be about to break free from their sockets. His mouth opened wide, and the expression on his face was frozen in extreme fear. He couldn't help but yelled at the top of his lungs, "What the hell!" Before the words completely dissipated in the air, they disappeared in an instant like fallen leaves swept by a strong wind. Then, he turned his head without hesitation, and ran away like a frightened wild horse. His steps were hurried and hurried, raising a cloud of dust on the ground.

Seeing this, the golden figure leaped decisively without any hesitation. Its movements were light and agile, and it rushed forward like lightning. It seemed to leave a golden afterimage in the air, showing its amazing speed.

Wang Xunhai ran like crazy, with only the sound of the wind whistling past his ears. The sound of the wind was sharp and rapid, like countless sharp blades slicing through the air, making a piercing sound. The sound of the wind seemed to be playing a tense melody for this thrilling chase, making Wang Xunhai's heart beat faster and faster.

The golden figure slowly stretched out his hand, and in an instant, a dazzling white light suddenly shone from his hand. The light was dazzling, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the surrounding space. The light was strong and hot, as if it could dispel all darkness.

Then, it swung its arm violently, and the white light rushed towards Wang Xunhai like a speeding football, carrying a powerful force. Wherever the light passed, the air seemed to be burned and twisted, making a "sizzling" sound.

Wang Xunhai looked back in panic. The golden light instantly pierced his eyes like a sharp sword. His eyes were instantly stimulated by the strong light and he couldn't open them. Tears welled up involuntarily. He suddenly felt a sharp numbness on his scalp, as if countless fine needles were piercing him crazily at the same time. The tingling sensation quickly spread from the top of his head to his whole body, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.

Almost instinctively, he pulled out the rope-patterned sword from his waist. The handle of the sword was engraved with mysterious patterns, as if telling an ancient story. He used all his strength to slash at the golden light.

There was a loud bang like thunder, which exploded in the air. The sound was deafening, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart. The moment the rope pattern sword came into contact with the light, it broke under the heavy load. The blade turned into countless fragments and flew everywhere. Wang Xunhai looked at the broken sword in his hand with astonishment, and a feeling of despair rose in his heart. The broken pieces of the sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if expressing its unwillingness.

However, his steps did not stop at all, and he continued to run forward recklessly. His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to be desperately drawing hope for survival. It seemed that there was an endless abyss behind him, and if he stopped, he would be swallowed by the darkness.

His hand reached into his arms as fast as lightning, tightly grasping a clay pot. The surface of the clay pot was rough and cold, with an unknown dangerous aura. He threw it towards the golden ball of light without hesitation.

There was a deafening roar as the light ball collided violently with the clay pot. The powerful impact instantly tore the light ball apart, turning it into countless fragments that scattered like fireworks. The fragments flashed with colorful lights, as beautiful as a dream, but also carried deadly danger.

After seeing this scene, the golden figure couldn't help but snort coldly. The voice was full of disdain and anger, as if Wang Xunhai's resistance was so insignificant in its eyes. There was a trace of anger that was difficult to conceal in its eyes, and that anger seemed to ignite the surrounding air. The temperature around seemed to rise a few degrees because of its anger, making people feel a burning sense of oppression.

It was about to continue chasing forward, wanting to teach Wang Xunhai a profound lesson and let him understand the consequences of offending it. Its steps were firm and powerful, and each step carried an irresistible majesty.

At this moment, the originally clear and cloudless sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds as if it was stirred by an invisible giant hand. The dark clouds were as thick as ink and spread rapidly, covering the entire sky in darkness. The darkness was like a thick curtain that enveloped the world, making people feel deeply depressed and fearful.

Then, dazzling lightning flashed through the clouds like silver snakes, illuminating the earth and the frightened faces of the people. The lightning was like a sharp sword, tearing the dark sky apart again and again, emitting dazzling light and deafening sound. Deafening thunder roared one after another, as if the gods were roaring in anger, making people terrified. The thunder roared like a war drum, as if announcing that the end of the world was approaching.

The golden figure had to stop and looked up at the sky. Its eyes were full of helplessness and unwillingness. It knew clearly that its thunder tribulation had come. At this critical moment, it knew that it could not continue to chase, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. So, it turned around and walked back to the tree with heavy steps, which seemed to carry endless regrets and unwillingness. Every step seemed to be stepping on the heavy fate, making a dull sound.

Gradually, it merged with the tree, and the process was as wonderful as a dream. The light flickered, dazzling people. The body of the tree spirit gradually merged into the ginkgo tree, and a layer of mysterious light appeared on the trunk. The branches swayed gently, as if telling an ancient story. Until the end, it seemed as if it had never appeared in this world, and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the ancient ginkgo tree, standing there quietly, witnessing all this happening. The ginkgo tree still stood, its branches swaying gently in the wind, as if recalling everything that had just happened.