Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Bang! A deafening roar like thunder suddenly exploded between heaven and earth. The sound was like a thunderbolt exploding at the same time, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart. The lightning was like a violent beast that had broken free from its thousand-year bondage, carrying a terrifying force that was enough to destroy everything. It struck Wang Xunhai's chest fiercely again with overwhelming force. In an instant, he was like being hit by an extremely heavy mountain. His body trembled violently, and the air around him seemed to be distorted by this powerful impact. The whole world seemed to collapse at this moment, falling into endless chaos.

A stream of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth. The crimson liquid was like a gorgeous yet shocking fountain, drawing a chilling arc in the air. Then, blood rain fell to the ground, and blood-red flowers like flowers from hell bloomed on the ground. The flowers exuded a creepy smell, as if they were a symbol of death, announcing the withering of life.

Wang Xunhai's face was now covered with hideous and distorted expressions. The pain was like a surging tide, coming in waves, completely drowning his body and mind. Despair was like a thick dark shadow, ruthlessly shrouding his soul and almost suffocating him. His facial features were tightly twisted together, and every wrinkle seemed to be a ravine of pain, deeply telling of endless suffering and torture. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes revealing endless fatigue and helplessness. Those eyes seemed like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest vitality and hope, only endless despair and sorrow. He murmured to himself: "There is no way out, there is really no way out, I can't hold on, I'm about to die..." His voice was low and hoarse, like the wail of an old bellows, full of despair, and seemed particularly sad in this empty world. His body was trembling slightly, like a candle that was about to go out in the wind, which could be ruthlessly torn into countless ashes by the violent thunder and lightning at any time, and dissipated in the vast sky and earth without leaving a trace.

Wang Xunhai has come to this point with great difficulty, and every step is full of hardship and suffering. Under his feet is a road interwoven with countless sweat and blood. Every footprint on that road carries his persistence and unyielding spirit, and records his past struggles and efforts. However, at this moment, he seems to have reached the end of his life. There is endless darkness ahead, without a trace of light, and no glimmer of hope. He is like a lonely traveler, lost in the darkness, unable to find a way out, and can only struggle in this abyss of despair.

Yuanshi Tianzun tightly grasped the golden light in his hand. The light was dazzling, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the whole world. In that light, his powerful weapon was hidden. It was a symbol of his power and a manifestation of his authority. His eyes were cold and firm, like a sharp and peerless sword, stabbing straight at Wang Xunhai. He stared at Wang Xunhai closely, revealing a cruel expectation in his eyes, as if waiting for the beginning of a bloody feast. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile, which was full of ruthlessness and indifference. He would rush up like a ghost and seize this person's inner elixir to enhance his own strength and make his position more stable and unshakable.

The Honghuang Cult Master silently pulled out the sword from his waist. It was the spare Zhuxian Sword. The sword flashed with a cold light in the air, which was chilling, as if it could freeze all the breath of life and make the whole world fall into a cold and dead silence. With a focused look, he threw the Zhuxian Sword hard on the ground. The sword body collided violently with the ground, making a crisp sound, like a symphony of death, echoing between the empty sky and earth, playing the melody of destruction. Then, the Honghuang Cult Master muttered something in his mouth, and the ancient and mysterious spell poured out like a tide, as if the mysterious power from ancient times was revived in his mouth. Under his control, a magic circle shining with strange light was drawn on the ground. As the power of the magic circle continued to surge, the Zhuxian Sword actually underwent a wonderful change, splitting into several swords. The swords lay quietly on the ground, exuding a chilling aura, like a group of dormant beasts, ready to burst out with great power at any time to tear all enemies into pieces. The light of the swords illuminated everything around them, looking like missile vehicles ready to go, full of the breath of destruction, making people feel an irresistible fear, as if the end of the world is approaching.

Haotian held the golden seal tightly in his hand. The seal exuded an extremely majestic aura, like a jade seal handed down from the emperor, showing his dignity and power. The patterns on the seal were complicated and mysterious, as if they contained endless power and wisdom. It was the precipitation of years and a symbol of power. He looked solemn, his eyes were fixed on the battle ahead, and his eyes revealed a hint of shrewdness and decisiveness. He seemed to be waiting for the best opportunity, an opportunity for him to make a decisive decision, an opportunity for him to become the master of this world. His posture was upright, like a towering mountain, standing between this world, giving people an unshakable feeling, as if he was the center of this world, and everything revolved around him. He exuded a powerful aura that made people dare not approach easily. It was a kind of pressure from the depths of the soul that made people involuntarily feel awe.

In the periphery, which no one noticed, the spirit of the ginkgo tree was staring at Wang Xunhai. The few ginkgo leaves in his hand were shining with golden light, which was soft and warm, making his face particularly bright. In this dark world, he seemed to be the only messenger of light. His face showed a serious expression, which was full of firmness and determination, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward, and nothing could shake his faith. He said in a firm tone: "If you can fight for this opportunity, I can also fight for it!" His voice was not loud, but full of power, like a huge bell, echoing in this world, stirring up layers of ripples. His eyes were full of desire and determination, as if this was the most important moment in his life, and he was willing to pay any price for it, even his life. His body leaned forward slightly, as if he was ready to rush out at any time and fight hard for his goal. Even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, even if there was a deep abyss ahead, he was not afraid and did not retreat.