Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the towering mountain peak that towered into the clouds and had a broad and flat peak like a grindstone, Wang Xunhai tried his best to release his strength without reservation, completely ignoring everything else, like a wild horse running wildly forward. His panting sound rose and fell in the silent mountains, which seemed so abrupt and clearly audible, as if abruptly breaking the long-standing tranquility of this mountain forest.

Wang Xunhai's footsteps were as rapid as a storm, and every step was full of determination, raising dust behind him. His eyes burned with a desperate enthusiasm, as if there was some irresistible attraction ahead. Sweat flowed from his forehead like a stream, soaking his clothes, but he didn't care at all, just running forward.

Finally, he came to a huge rock and barely stopped his stormy pace. Then, he bent down, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for air. His breathing was rapid and heavy, as if he wanted to suck all the air in the mountains into his lungs to make up for the huge amount of energy he consumed while running. His chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was like a difficult battle.

Then, he turned his head suddenly, and what caught his eyes was the sky that was as dark as ink and covered with dark clouds. This gloomy sky was like a magnificent painting depicting the doomsday catastrophe. The extremely depressing atmosphere was like an extremely heavy mountain, which made people almost breathless.

Wang Xunhai's heart began to beat violently involuntarily, and the strong beating seemed to break free from the restraints of his chest, gushing out with his inner fear and anxiety. His eyes were filled with fear of the unknown and vigilance for the impending danger.

He stared at the sky full of lightning and thunder, and the dazzling and powerful lightning struck the ginkgo tree mercilessly. The lightning was like a violent dragon, tearing the sky apart with its fangs and claws, releasing a terrifying force.

The ginkgo tree, which originally radiated golden light, was destroyed by lightning, and now had shocking burn marks. These marks, like the cruel marks left by the years, witnessed the violent and irresistible power of nature. Each mark seemed to be whispering a tragic story, which made people feel sad for the tragic experience of the ginkgo tree. The branches and leaves of the ginkgo tree trembled under the attack of lightning, as if groaning in pain, and the original vitality was destroyed.

At the same time, halfway up the mountain, Guang Shichen and Cang Weimin were climbing up with difficulty. Their steps were extremely heavy, and every step seemed to require a huge amount of effort, as if their legs were heavily dragged by lead blocks. Their clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck to their bodies, bringing a sticky and uncomfortable feeling.

Suddenly, a deafening rumble of thunder echoed in the valley. The sound was like a raging beast roaring in anger, making people's eardrums tremble. The thunder was like a heavy hammer, hitting their hearts hard, making their hearts tighten involuntarily. They raised their heads involuntarily and cast their gazes towards the top of the mountain, their eyes full of doubts and worries. There was also a trace of fatigue and confusion in their eyes, as if they were extremely confused about the road ahead.

Song Qieshu was also shocked. His tightly furrowed brows seemed to be able to pinch a fly to death, and his eyes were full of doubts and deep worries. He slowly raised his head and looked towards the top of the mountain, whispering softly, "Could there really be some rare treasure on the top of the mountain?" His voice seemed particularly subtle in this empty valley, but it also carried a hint of unnoticeable expectation. His heart was full of contradictions. He was curious about the situation on the top of the mountain, but also afraid of the possible dangers.

At this critical moment, a series of white figures came quickly from the vast wilderness in the distance like lightning. Those white figures were wearing flawless white Taoist robes, which fluttered in the wind, as if they were a true reflection of their anxious mood. The patterns on the Taoist robes flickered faintly in the sun, adding a mysterious atmosphere.

Under their feet were flying swords flashing with cold light, which cut through the air, leaving cold tracks. The swords flashed with a sharp light, as if they could cut through all obstacles in front of them. They came from all directions like a tide, and their speed was so fast that it was astonishing. Obviously, they felt the abnormal fluctuations of lightning, and they rushed towards this direction like a group of sharks that smelled blood. Their eyes were full of greed and desire, as if the things on the top of the mountain were rare treasures they had dreamed of. They had anxious expressions on their faces, and they couldn't wait to rush to the top of the mountain.

Guang Shichen felt his scalp tingling. He looked at the crowd that was swarming like locusts and couldn't help shouting, "There must be extremely precious treasures on the mountain, otherwise why would so many people rush in like hungry flies seeing food, regardless of everything?" There was a hint of anger and helplessness in his voice, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of these people. His eyes were full of disgust, and he felt extremely disgusted with the greed of these people.

Song Qishu was suddenly filled with panic after hearing this. Everyone around him focused their attention on him, which made him feel a little overwhelmed. He even felt as if he had become much smaller and couldn't even lift his head. His heartbeat became faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. His cheeks turned red, and sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

Cang Weimin looked anxious and worried, saying, "What should we do? Should we just run up the mountain together regardless of everything?" His voice was filled with anxiety and hesitation, and he was obviously confused and worried about the situation. His eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't know what to do.

A gleam of unwavering determination flashed in Song Qieshu's eyes. He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the fear and uneasiness into his body, and then said without hesitation: "It's still not too late to run towards the mountain." His voice was full of determination and courage, as if he was ready to face all difficulties.

After he finished speaking, a layer of red light like a blazing fire appeared around his body. The light was like a burning flame, illuminating the space around him. The light was hot and dazzling, as if it could dispel all darkness.

Then, he turned into a scarlet shadow and rushed up the mountain at lightning speed, leaving only a whistling sound of wind that echoed for a long time. The sound of the wind seemed to be a symbol of his determination and courage, which made people feel awe. The scarlet shadow disappeared from people's sight in an instant, like a shooting star, leaving only a feeling of amazement and admiration.