Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Three days later, after a long and extremely fierce battle, the epic final battle that shook the world finally came to an end like a heavy curtain that slowly closed. The whole world seemed to be enveloped by the huge impact of the fierce battle, and it trembled involuntarily, as if it was uttering a deep and silent lament for this world-shaking battle. The sound of the lament seemed to echo between heaven and earth for a long time.

The Lingxiao Palace, a magnificent building that once symbolized the supreme majesty of the heaven, is now a miserable scene, completely different from its former appearance. The glory and magnificence that was once as bright and dazzling as the stars have long disappeared without a trace like an illusory dream bubble, replaced by a dilapidated, desolate and bleak scene. The broken walls are scattered everywhere, and the messy rubble is piled up like a mountain, like a sad tombstone, quietly telling the past glory and the current decline. The whole scene is like a ruin after the end of the world, a mess, filled with despair and dead silence, making people feel as if they are in a cold abyss, unable to extricate themselves.

Blood was surging like a surging spring, gathering into shocking pools of blood on the broken floor tiles. The strong smell of blood filled the air, like an invisible and airtight net, tightly binding everyone's breathing, making people feel suffocated. Haotian, who was in an extremely embarrassed state, held the blood-stained sword tightly in his hand. His body trembled involuntarily like a fallen leaf in the wind. The trembling seemed to carry endless fear and despair, as if it was a fallen leaf struggling in the cold wind, which could be torn apart by the wind at any time. His eyes revealed endless fear and despair, which was a deep fear of the impending fate. The fear was like a dark abyss, swallowing his soul bit by bit. His eyes full of resentment, like a sharp knife, stared at Wang Xunhai who was approaching him step by step, and there seemed to be a trace of unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

In sharp contrast, Wang Xunhai's clothes were spotless. He stood tall and straight, like a towering mountain that pierced the sky. He walked forward steadily from a high place. Every step he took seemed firm and powerful, as if the ground beneath his feet was trembling with his steps, making a low roar. Behind Wang Xunhai was a group of emperors with blood on their bodies. Their eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, a courage to face death with indifference, as if they were a group of fearless warriors ready to welcome the final victory. Their eyes were burning with a blazing flame, a desire for freedom and justice. For the beliefs in their hearts, they were willing to give up everything, even their own lives.

Wang Xunhai walked forward step by step firmly. His steps were steady and powerful. Each step seemed to carry a great force, shaking the ground slightly and making a dull sound, inspiring the people behind him like a war drum. The sound echoed in the empty hall, as if it was a prelude to victory, announcing the collapse of the old order and the birth of a new order. Under Wang Xunhai's coercion, Haotian retreated step by step in a panic like a stray dog. His voice was trembling and angry, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "You are committing treason. You destroyed the Heavenly Court with your own hands! This Heavenly Court is a symbol of the order of heaven and earth. You will be punished by God for doing this!" There was a hint of despair and madness in his voice, as if he was making his last struggle.

Wang Xunhai looked at Haotian proudly, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule, as if they could pierce Haotian's soul. He said coldly: "The Heavenly Court treats us as slaves, tramples on our dignity and deprives us of our freedom. We have long been unable to endure this dark oppression! Why can't we destroy the Heavenly Court? Today we will not only destroy the Heavenly Court, but also completely overthrow you, the hypocritical emperor! We want to make this world free of oppression and injustice!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the hall like a huge bell, shaking everyone's heart.

Haotian kept retreating, his face was extremely distorted by anger, his facial features seemed to be squeezed together, forming a hideous and terrifying face. He gritted his teeth and said: "You will be punished by heaven sooner or later! Your behavior is a blasphemy against the way of heaven, an unforgivable sin! Heaven will make you pay a heavy price!" His voice was full of resentment and fear, and that fear was like a poisonous snake entwining his heart, making him unable to break free.

Wang Xunhai laughed loudly, his laughter was full of ridicule and contempt, as if he was mocking Haotian's incompetence and hypocrisy. He said: "You are not worthy of talking to us! Before you became the so-called Haotian, you were just a slave at the mercy of others. Do you think that you can hold on to this position after obtaining Haotian's inheritance? It's wishful thinking! You just climbed to this position by despicable means, but you don't have the ability and character to match it. Your so-called authority and status are nothing but a joke in our eyes!" His words pierced Haotian like a sword, leaving him nowhere to escape.

A golden light flashed on Wang Xunhai's hand, and a suffocating force burst out instantly. The light was dazzling, like a new sun, illuminating the entire dark space and dispelling all the haze. The light was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it, as if it was the display of the most powerful force in the world. Haotian's skin instantly shattered like fragile paper, revealing the strange dark blue wrinkled appearance under the skin. His hair was as messy as dead grass, drooping on his head without vitality, as if it was a symbol of the passing of life. A pair of blood-red eyes exuded a ferocious light, like a demon from hell, which made people shudder. A bloody mouth opened wide, as if to swallow up everything in the world, but at this moment, he no longer had any deterrent power.

Wang Xunhai pointed at the man and said sternly: "You are just a little demon who has inherited the Haotian heritage. Do you really think you are qualified to sit in this position? Bullshit! Your so-called authority and status are worthless in our eyes! Today, I will kill you and seek justice for those who are oppressed by the Heavenly Court! Let this world no longer be shrouded in your hypocrisy and cruelty! I want to bring a new order to this world, an order full of fairness and justice!" His voice echoed in the hall like thunder, shaking everyone's heart.

After Wang Xunhai finished speaking, he rushed towards Haotian without hesitation, the sharp blade in his hand flashing with a cold light, like a declaration of death. With a "swish" sound, the sound was like thunder tearing through the void, resounding throughout the world. The sound was so sharp that it seemed to tear the whole world apart. Before Haotian had time to beg for mercy, his head flew up and rolled to the ground. There was still the last bit of fear and unwillingness in his eyes, but it was all too late. His life came to an abrupt end at this moment, like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant. The sound of the head rolling to the ground was particularly clear in the silent hall, as if it was the death knell of the old order.