Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai was like a lone towering mountain, standing alone on the desolate and almost hopeless land. There was no grass growing on this land, and the cracked lines spread like spider webs, as if it was a corner forgotten by the heavens, exuding a suffocating atmosphere of despair. And Wang Xunhai was like the only person who stood firm in this desolate land, silent and firm.

His figure seemed to be frozen in time, motionless, like an ancient statue weathered by wind and frost. His rough skin was like rock polished by wind and sand for thousands of years, and every wrinkle told of the vicissitudes of time. His posture was upright, but revealed endless fatigue, as if he was carrying the weight of the entire world.

His deep and determined eyes were as calm as a deep pool, yet they contained endless power. Those eyes stared quietly at the surging thunderclouds in the sky that seemed to be the end of the world. In the thunderclouds, lightning flashed like raging silver snakes, tearing the sky into pieces. Wang Xunhai's eyes revealed an indescribable determination, as if nothing in the world could shake his determination, and even this doomsday-like thundercloud could not make him retreat in the slightest.

The dark clouds were like thick ink that could not be dissolved, pressing down heavily. The oppressive atmosphere was like a substance, almost suffocating people to death. The air seemed to become sticky, and every breath seemed like a struggle, as if the whole world was ruthlessly swallowed by this darkness. In the meantime, lightning flashed from time to time, and the dazzling light instantly tore through the darkness, as if it contained endless destructive power. Every flash was like a ruthless judgment on all things in the world, and people couldn't help but feel a deep fear in their hearts.

Wang Xunhai stood there quietly, the atmosphere around him was extremely depressing. The wind seemed to have stopped flowing at this moment, and everything became so slow that people felt powerless as if they were stuck in a quagmire. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the whole world fell into a strange silence.

He slowly tilted his head slightly, his eyes as cold as frost, and glanced at the people who surrounded him tightly without any emotion. These people were all famous and powerful in the heaven. They were tall and majestic, and exuded a strong aura, which was like a substance that oppressed everything around them. Their eyes were cold and arrogant, as if Wang Xunhai was just an insignificant ant in their eyes. Their reputation was as shocking as thunder, and the whole heaven seemed to tremble with a stomp of their feet.

Wang Xunhai clearly realized that he had fallen into a desperate situation, surrounded by enemies staring at him with eager eyes, with no way to retreat. His right hand was clenched into a fist, and the veins on the back of his hand were like twisting green snakes, bulging out. That fist seemed to contain all the anger and determination in his heart, and it could burst out with amazing power at any time.

His eyes were filled with a resolute look, a determination to face death. He said resolutely: "No matter what difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, I will go all the way to the end. Even if I die, I will never back down!" His voice was deep and powerful, as if it was a cry from the deepest part of his soul. The sound reverberated in the silent wilderness, like a loud bell, awakening the deaf. Every word carried a shocking power, as if he was declaring war on fate and fighting against adversity.

After saying this, he took a deep breath, and the air seemed to carry a hint of coolness. He wanted to inhale all the fear and anxiety deeply into his stomach, and transform it into the strength to support himself to move forward. That breath seemed to be a promise he made to himself, a firm belief in the future.

Then, he resolutely raised his head and faced the lightning in the sky. The lightning was like a roaring, snarling dragon, with its fangs and claws bared, swooping down fiercely with the terrifying momentum of destroying everything. Wang Xunhai clenched his teeth, and the muscles of his whole body instantly tensed up, like a volcano about to erupt. Every muscle of his was filled with strength, and the strength seemed to break through his body and burst out. He was ready to meet this fatal blow, and there was no fear in his eyes.

There was a loud "snap" sound, and the lightning struck his body like an extremely sharp sword. The powerful electric current instantly penetrated his whole body like a flood and beast, and his body trembled violently involuntarily. The current raged in his body, as if it was going to destroy every cell in his body. His face suddenly showed an extremely painful look, and that expression seemed to be enduring the most cruel torture in the world, which made people unable to bear to look directly. However, there was no intention of retreating in his eyes, but instead he burned with a stronger fighting spirit. It was a kind of unyielding to fate, a struggle against difficulties, and a fire that would never go out in his heart.

He raised his head and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Keep going, keep going! Keep going!" His voice echoed for a long time in the vast sky and earth, like thunder, with a heroic spirit of facing death with indifference. The voice broke through the clouds and shook the earth, as if announcing his indomitable spirit to the whole world. His voice was full of indomitable spirit and stubbornness, as if he was issuing the strongest challenge to the cruel fate, showing his unyielding spirit.

As if hearing his provocative roar, lightning struck again from the sky. This lightning was like a violent whip, carrying the terrifying power of destroying everything. With a bang, it hit Wang Xunhai's body again. Wang Xunhai's body trembled violently, and the strong electric shock almost made him lose consciousness instantly. He seemed to be hit by this powerful force and was about to fall.

His eyes instantly turned blood red, filled with endless anger and deep unwillingness. His face was distorted, and he looked like a demon from hell, emitting a terrifying aura that made people tremble with fear. The aura spread, making the air around him seem to become scorching hot, as if it was going to burn everything to ashes. His body was shaking, but his will was as hard as steel, and was not destroyed by this powerful force at all.

Seeing this thrilling scene, the Honghuang Cult Master in the distance couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. His eyes were full of shock and confusion, his lips trembled slightly, and he murmured to himself: "Is Wang Xunhai seeking his own death?" He really couldn't understand Wang Xunhai's behavior. In his opinion, this was simply a crazy act.