Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The uninhabited area of ​​the Western Tianshan Mountains is so deep and quiet that it seems to swallow up all the noise in the world. In this hidden corner, the silence is like a thick curtain, quietly covering up the mysterious atmosphere.

A group of Qi Refiners stepped on flying swords, and their bodies rushed upwards like meteors. Their figures were shining with strange light under the sunlight, and the light was dazzling, just like the brightest stars in the night sky. Each ray of light seemed to contain endless power, which made people look sideways.

Among these Qi Refiners, there are several who are even at the Grandmaster level. They are majestic and exude a strong aura, which is like a substance, making people feel an invisible pressure. Their eyes are deep and sharp, as if they can see through everything in the world. Their postures are upright, towering like mountains, giving people an unshakable feeling. With their extremely sharp perception beyond ordinary people, they noticed Song Qishu who was struggling along the rugged mountain road.

Several masters looked solemn and exchanged glances. There seemed to be endless meaning in their eyes, so profound that it was hard to fathom. There seemed to be vigilance against the unknown, worry about unexpected events, and determination for the mission. Then, one of them waved his sleeves violently, and in an instant, an extremely powerful shock wave surged out. This shock wave was like a violent surging wave, sweeping violently towards the bottom with overwhelming force. The power was so strong that it seemed to swallow up the whole world, and people felt an unprecedented shock.

Those Qi Refiners and practitioners who were weaker and who had only followed the Grandmasters seemed so small and fragile in front of this powerful force. They were like a weak candlelight in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. In front of this powerful force that was like a mountain pressing down on their heads, they were completely unable to resist, and their bodies were easily blown away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. At that moment, their faces were full of fear and helplessness, and their eyes were full of fear of the unknown. Their bodies rolled involuntarily in the air, like a kite that had lost control.

These people had already vomited blood in mid-air, and the blood drew shocking arcs in the air. The arcs were like shooting stars across the night sky, but they carried endless misery and despair. The blood was like a tragic picture scroll that made people unable to bear to look directly at it.

Then, their bodies fell heavily to the ground like meteorites, making a dull and heavy sound. The sound seemed like the painful groan of the earth, which made people feel sad. The dust on the ground flew up, covering the sky and the sun, as if wailing for their tragic experience.

Song Qieshu also failed to escape this disaster. His body fell rapidly like a kite with a broken string. During the fall, he could only hear the whistling wind in his ears, which sounded like the roar of an evil ghost and made people shudder.

The world before his eyes became blurry, as if everything was moving away from him.

When he hit the hard ground hard, the violent impact made him feel dizzy and his consciousness became blurred, as if the whole world was distorted in front of his eyes, and the distorted picture made him feel a deep despair.

Cang Weimin witnessed this tragic scene with his own eyes, and felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The chill spread quickly throughout his body like an icy poisonous snake, causing his scalp to go numb. His body trembled involuntarily, as if he was in a world of ice and snow. His voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, and he said tremblingly: "After these powerful practitioners set foot here, our chances of snatching this precious treasure are like looking for a needle in a haystack, very slim." His eyes were full of despair and helplessness, and they were like a pool of stagnant water, without a ripple of hope.

Guang Shichen nodded heavily after hearing this. His forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat, which sparkled in the sun, as if reflecting his inner fear. His body was trembling slightly, as if he had just woken up from a terrible nightmare, and the shadow of the nightmare still shrouded his mind, making him unable to get rid of it.

Chao Yiting took a deep breath, as if she wanted to absorb all the helplessness and regret in her heart into her body. Her eyes revealed endless regret and loss, and her eyes seemed to be the cold wind in late autumn, making people feel a biting cold. She said slowly: "This should have been our opportunity, but it slipped away from our fingertips and passed us by." There was a trace of reluctance and resentment in her voice, and the sound seemed to be the cry of a wounded beast, which made people feel pity.

After hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to Song Qieshu who was lying on the ground. Their eyes were full of complaints and dissatisfaction, and those eyes seemed to be sharp swords, piercing Song Qieshu directly, making him feel like a thorn in his back. Song Qieshu turned over in embarrassment and lay on the dusty ground. Then, he grabbed a handful of soil with his hands and tried to use the soil to cover his ashamed face. The soil slipped through his fingers, just like the hope in his heart was disappearing bit by bit. His heart was full of shame and self-blame. He felt that he had become a burden to everyone and had held everyone back at this critical moment. His heart seemed to be gnawed by countless ants, and he was in great pain. The pain hit his heart like a tide, wave after wave, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Guang Shichen slowly raised his head, his eyes looking towards the direction of Wang Xunhai on the mountain. A hopeful look gradually appeared on his face, that look was like a candlelight in the darkness, although weak, it brought a touch of warmth and hope. There was a glimmer of determination in his eyes, that light was like the light before dawn, giving people a glimmer of the possibility of victory. There was a hint of expectation in his voice, and he slowly said: "Wang Xunhai seems to be on the mountain."

When everyone heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in their eyes. Although the light was weak, it was particularly dazzling in this dark moment, like the stars in the night sky. "Yes, that's right, this may be everyone's only hope." This sentence echoed in everyone's heart, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of comfort and hope to their hearts that were originally full of despair and helplessness. A spark of hope was rekindled in their eyes, which slightly relieved their originally heavy mood, as if they saw a glimmer of light in the darkness. Although the exit was far away, it gave them the courage and motivation to move forward.