Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai slowly raised his head, his eyes were filled with endless indifference, like a deep cold pond, so cold that it made people shudder. His eyes were like solid ice that had not melted for thousands of years, exuding a chilling breath that seemed to freeze people's souls. The prosperity and hustle and bustle of the world seemed like passing clouds in his eyes, and could not cause any emotional fluctuations in him. He just stood there quietly, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, but he gave people an invisible sense of oppression. He was like a towering mountain, standing between heaven and earth, and people could only look up. His powerful aura seemed as if he was the master of this world, and all things had to bow down to his majesty. His existence seemed to make the air around him heavy, making people feel breathless, as if the air was suppressed by his momentum, becoming heavy and depressing.

He took steady steps, moving forward step by step, and each step seemed to carry an indescribable power. His steps were firm and powerful, as if the earth was shaking under his feet. The footsteps were dull and powerful, like the sound of ancient war drums, shaking people's hearts and making their hearts beat with the rhythm involuntarily. His steps were firm and powerful, as if each step was on the node of fate, and as if each step could determine the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the world. The invisible pressure spread like ripples, making people around him feel short of breath. They seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, unable to breathe, as if the whole world was shaking with his steps. The air seemed to solidify under his majesty, making people feel awe, as if they were facing an inviolable god.

Seeing this, Haotian's face suddenly changed, and his originally calm face instantly turned as pale as paper. His eyes were filled with fear, a fear that went deep into his bones, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.

This fear spread rapidly throughout his body like a plague, filling every cell in his body with the factor of fear. He turned around and walked away without hesitation, as if a terrifying beast was chasing him from behind.

The flying sword under his feet burst into a dazzling light, the light was so bright and dazzling, like a scorching sun burning under his feet. The light was so hot and dazzling, as if it was going to burn everything around it.

The flying sword took him and rushed away like a meteor, so fast that people could only see a blurry light and shadow disappearing in the sky in an instant, leaving only a gorgeous light mark. The light mark was like a dazzling Milky Way, leaving a beautiful and heart-pounding mark in the sky.

Yuanshi Tianzun involuntarily took a few steps back, with a look of panic in his eyes. His body was trembling slightly, obviously frightened by the aura emanating from Wang Xunhai. His heart was filled with uneasiness and fear, a fear of unknown power.

This fear was like a shadow in the darkness, tightly shrouding his heart and making it impossible for him to break free.

However, Wang Xunhai had no intention of stopping, and continued to walk towards Yuanshi Tianzun step by step. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on Yuanshi Tianzun's heart, making his heart beat faster.

Yuanshi Tianzun felt as if his heart was about to be crushed by these heavy footsteps, and the oppressive feeling made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Yuanshi Tianzun felt his scalp tingling. He kept retreating while shouting loudly, "Do you think that I can't defeat you just because you have reached the realm of exiled immortals?"

There was a hint of reluctance and anger in his voice, trying to use this method to cover up the fear in his heart. There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes, which was a desperate struggle.

His voice echoed in the empty space, but it seemed so pale and powerless.

However, Wang Xunhai seemed to have not heard his words. He remained silent and walked forward step by step.

His eyes were cold and firm, as if telling Yuanshi Tianzun that his determination could not be shaken.

In the eyes of Yuanshi Tianzun, his figure became taller and taller, like an insurmountable mountain, standing in front of Yuanshi Tianzun, making him feel extremely small and helpless.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slowly flowed down Yuanshi Tianzun's forehead.

His expression became increasingly ugly, an expression of despair and fear mixed together.

His sweat kept falling like beads from a broken string, soaking his clothes.

He gritted his teeth, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand suddenly.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed up, and the light was so bright that it instantly illuminated the entire space.

The light was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

It flew out of his hand, and in the light, a huge axe of creation gradually appeared.

This Axe of Creation exudes an ancient and mysterious aura. The axe is engraved with strange runes. Those runes flash with mysterious light, as if telling stories from ancient times.

The light seemed to contain endless power, making people afraid.

The blade of the Axe of Creation flashed with a cold light, as if it could split everything in half.

The ancient aura spread out, making people feel as if they had traveled back to ancient times and felt that mysterious and powerful force. The Axe of Creation smashed down fiercely, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and smashed directly towards Wang Xunhai in front of him.

The powerful force caused the surrounding space to distort, as if the entire world would be destroyed by this blow. The air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound that made people shudder. The whistling sound was like the howling of an evil ghost, making people's souls tremble.

Upon seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun burst into laughter, his voice full of pride and arrogance: "This is the supreme magic weapon passed down to him by the ancient gods, the Axe of Creation of the Winged Tiger, one of the true artifacts! Wang Xunhai, can you block this artifact? Even if you have reached the realm of exiled immortals, can you really block the power of this artifact?"

His eyes were full of confidence, and he firmly believed that this Axe of Creation could deal a fatal blow to Wang Xunhai. His laughter echoed in this space, making people feel his madness and despair. There was a hint of madness in his laughter, as if he had seen the scene of Wang Xunhai being defeated by the Axe of Creation.

However, in the next second, Wang Xunhai made a move that no one expected. He slowly stretched out a finger, which was slender and straight, exuding a mysterious aura.

The finger seemed to contain endless power, which made people dare not underestimate it. The air around the finger seemed to be twisted, forming a small vortex.

Facing the Axe of Creation that was pressing down like a tidal wave, there was no fear on his face. Instead, his eyes revealed a determination and composure.

His eyes seemed to tell everyone that he had enough confidence and strength to deal with it all. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if the Axe of Creation in front of him was just an insignificant existence.

The Axe of Creation hit his fingers hard, making a deafening roar, and the entire space seemed to tremble.

The sound exploded in the ears like thunder, making people's ears buzz.

The powerful impact force caused the surrounding air to explode instantly, forming a powerful airflow that swept in all directions.

The airflow was as violent as a gale, blowing everything around toppled.

The dust on the ground was blown up, forming a huge dust cloud that made it impossible to see what was going on inside.

The dust and fog spread as if to swallow up the entire world.

There seemed to be endless dangers hidden in the dust and fog, making people dare not approach easily.