Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai was like a ferocious beast that had suffered a devastating disaster and fallen into the abyss of despair. His body was shaking violently, with the amplitude of the shaking being so great that it seemed as if every cell in his body was enduring endless pain. Every tremor was like his soul struggling hysterically, trying to break free from the painful shackles that bound it.

All of a sudden, he used all his strength to open his mouth as wide as if it could contain the whole world. In an instant, a stream of extremely thick, almost solid, red blood spurted out of his mouth like a volcanic eruption with a shocking momentum. The blood was like a raging torrent that broke through an indestructible dam, carrying the power of destroying everything, and poured onto the ground.

The moment the blood touched the ground, a horrifying flower of blood splashed out. The blood bloomed wantonly, like a flower of evil spreading from the deepest part of hell, emitting a weird and terrifying breath, as if it would devour all the life around it without mercy, turning this land into a territory of death, filled with an atmosphere of despair and deathly silence.

He raised his head with great difficulty. His face was as pale as the icy, lifeless frost and snow in winter. The paleness was so shocking that it was frightening. It seemed that if one only looked at him for a second longer, one would be mercilessly attacked by the bone-deep cold. His entire face looked extremely haggard, like a withered flower, which had lost its former brightness and vitality, and was in a state of decay. Every wrinkle was like a painful mark cruelly carved by the years with a chisel, as if silently telling the unspeakable endless pain and torture he had endured. It was a story full of blood and tears.

His eyes revealed extreme weakness and exhaustion. The light that was once as bright as a dazzling star was now swaying weakly like a dying candle in the wind, as if the flame of life would be completely extinguished in the next moment, causing him to fall into the eternal abyss of darkness, unable to find any trace of light. The despair and helplessness in his eyes were like a bottomless black hole of darkness, which made people feel pity, as if they could personally feel the surging pain and struggle in his heart, which was a kind of helplessness towards fate and confusion about the future.

Haotian, who witnessed this scene, instantly showed an uncontrollable excitement on his face. He looked like a hungry and ferocious wolf, who finally saw the long-desired prey after a long and tormenting wait. There was a greedy and fanatical light in his eyes, which was filled with an extreme desire for power and strength, as if he had seen himself standing at the top of the world and stepping on the whole world. He couldn't wait to rush forward like a gust of wind, and at the same time shouted loudly: "He is, he is already exhausted, we can take action now, hahahaha, the inheritance of God in his body is mine!" Those words were like the crazy roar of a demon from the depths of hell, with endless greed and madness, constantly echoing in the air, and it took a long time to dissipate. His voice was full of impatience and determination to win, as if the inheritance of God was already in his pocket and no one could take it away from him. Before he finished speaking, Haotian's body suddenly shone with dazzling light, as bright as the blazing sun in the sky, making it difficult for people to open their eyes. The light seemed to be the external manifestation of the blazing fire of desire in his heart, strong and hot, as if it would burn everything around it to ashes, leaving no trace.

Then, his body turned into a dazzling lightning, and at an astonishing speed, he instantly arrived above Wang Xunhai's head like a ghost. He was seen tightly holding the sword that exuded a cold and cold light, and the muscles in his arms were as tight as hard steel. Each muscle contained a huge force that could destroy the world. He used all his strength and stabbed downward fiercely. The fierce force seemed to tear Wang Xunhai and the air around him apart, and completely destroy everything in the world without leaving any trace. His movements were swift and decisive, with a firm belief that he would kill, as if the whole world would tremble and the sky and the earth would change color under this blow.

However, at this critical moment, Yuanshi Tianzun's figure shook slightly, and the air around him rolled and surged violently like surging waves. His body instantly turned into an extremely violent whirlwind, carrying a terrifying momentum to destroy everything. Wherever the whirlwind went, sand and rocks flew, and everything in the world trembled under this powerful force, as if the end of the world was coming, and all things would be reduced to ashes under this terrifying force.

There was a loud bang, like a thunder in the sky, and Yuanshi Tianzun, like a powerful cannonball, hit Haotian's body with a thunderous force. The huge impact force made Haotian fly out without any resistance like a kite with a broken string, drawing an awkward arc in the air. Haotian's body rolled in the air, and he tried to struggle to keep his balance, but the powerful impact made his efforts seem so pale and powerless. His eyes were full of fear and despair, as if he had seen his tragic end, a fear of an unknown fate and helplessness in the face of reality.

At the moment Haotian was knocked away, his eyes widened in surprise, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to burst out of his eye sockets. His face was full of disbelief and extreme anger. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Why are you hitting your own people!" His voice was full of anger and confusion. He could not understand Yuanshi Tianzun's behavior, as if the whole world had betrayed him at this moment and pushed him into the abyss of despair.

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes were as cold as frost that had not melted for a thousand years, without the slightest emotion. He said coldly: "What do you mean by hitting your own people? Are you and I your own people? This inheritance of God should be firmly controlled in my own hands. I am a congenital creature, and this inheritance of God should belong to me by nature. No one should try to snatch it from me." His voice was full of unquestionable tyranny and determination, as if this inheritance of God was already his private property, and no one could take it away from him, even the slightest possibility did not exist. His words were like a cold blade, stabbing straight at Haotian, making people feel cold. His expression was indifferent and arrogant, as if everything in the world was under his control, he was the only master of the world, no one could challenge his authority, his existence was absolute rule, and no one was allowed to violate it.