Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's face was filled with a smile as warm and gentle as the spring breeze. It was as bright as the brightest sunshine in spring, and seemed to have magical powers that could easily dispel the severe cold of winter. The people around him felt as if they were under the warm sunshine, and they felt an incomparable comfort and tranquility. His gentle eyes were like the clear stream flowing in the mountains, gentle and peaceful, silently gazing at the people in front of him.

The deep emotion contained in that look seemed to be able to see through all the mysteries of the world. After a long time, he slowly opened his lips, and the voice flowed out like a melodious movement: "I finally waited for you, old friends." As soon as he finished speaking, the unique voice seemed to carry a mysterious and powerful magic. The sincere emotions contained in it were like ripples on the lake, slowly spreading in the air, gently touching the hearts of everyone present, and causing a deep resonance in their hearts, like flowers brushed by the spring breeze, blooming with gorgeous flowers of emotion.

Cang Weimin's expression suddenly became extremely excited. His heart seemed to be ignited by a burning flame. He could not wait to take a big step forward. His steps were full of eagerness and desire, as if every step carried the surging emotions in his heart. On his face, all kinds of uncontrollable emotions intertwined, like a colorful and dazzling painting, which depicted the complex emotions in his heart. His voice trembled slightly, with a bit of excitement and emotion, and he slowly said: "Wang Xunhai, I never thought that you would be able to achieve such an outstanding achievement in the end."

At this moment, his eyes were filled with surprise and emotion. The complex emotions were like a deep and mysterious lake. On the surface, it seemed calm, but in fact, deep inside, it was hiding surging emotions that were hard to fathom. His eyes were like a beam of hot and dazzling light, tightly locked on Wang Xunhai, as if he wanted to find the shadow of the good times they had spent together in him. At the same time, he was silently lamenting the rapid passage of time and the unpredictable and unpredictable fate. The emotions contained in his eyes were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, brilliant and deep.

Wang Xunhai's reputation was like a fierce, violent, and wanton hurricane, sweeping across every corner of the Three Realms at a jaw-dropping and astonishing speed. The shocking news that he had become the Lord of Heaven was like a thunderclap that shook the world and deafened the ears, exploding in the world of practitioners, stirring up a thousand waves and causing a great uproar. This extremely shocking news, like a blazing, rapidly spreading prairie fire, spread rapidly with an unstoppable and unstoppable momentum.

Almost all the practitioners were strongly impacted by this extremely powerful information flow. Their hearts were like being baptized by a strong storm, and they were all deeply shocked by this major event. This shocking news that was enough to change the structure of the Three Realms was like a storm sweeping the world, and everyone knew about it. Cang Weimin, Guang Shichen, Chao Yiting and others were naturally swept by this surging and unstoppable wave of news without exception. As close friends who had walked side by side with Wang Xunhai and fought together, they couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in their hearts when they recalled the bits and pieces of the past.

Those past years, like bright stars, shone with warm light in their memories. They really never expected that Wang Xunhai, who had grown up with them and experienced ups and downs together, would now successfully ascend the throne of the Lord of the Three Realms. For them, this was indeed like an unattainable and illusory dream, but now, this dream has become a reality within reach and tangible, like a gorgeous dream blooming with dazzling light in reality.

Guang Shichen walked forward step by step with steady and firm steps. Each of his steps seemed to carry a tremendous force, solid and powerful. The sound of his footsteps was like the roar of war drums, shaking the air around him.

Finally, he came to Wang Xunhai. His expression was solemn and dignified, and his eyes revealed his respect for Wang Xunhai without any concealment. His eyes were full of respect and admiration, as if Wang Xunhai was a mountain that towered into the clouds, and people could only look up to him. He said respectfully: "Your Majesty Xuanshen." His voice was low and powerful, as if every word contained his deep awe for Wang Xunhai. The voice echoed in the air, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time, as if telling of his deep reverence in his heart, like an ancient bell, echoing in the silent valley, distant and deep.

Wang Xunhai waved his hand gently, with that easy-going and friendly smile like the spring breeze still on his face, that smile warming people's hearts like the sunshine, and he said in a gentle tone: "We are all family, there is no need to say such words." His eyes revealed kindness and care for his friends, and his eyes were full of warmth and kindness. He tried to use this to break the slightly strange and awkward atmosphere and let the relationship between them return to the close and talkative state they once were. That look was like a warm spring breeze, blowing on people's hearts and making them feel warm.

Guang Shichen's face showed a serious and solemn look, and his eyes revealed a trace of unwavering determination, which seemed to tell of his inner persistence and perseverance, like a burning flame that would never go out. He slowly said, "There is a difference between immortals and mortals." There was an unquestionable firmness in his voice, as if emphasizing some insurmountable boundary. The tone was firm and resounding, and people could not ignore it, like a heavy boulder, pressing on people's hearts.

Wang Xunhai shook his head helplessly and smiled, with a barely perceptible regret in his eyes, that regret was like a wisp of smoke, looming, as if he was regretting something that could not be undone. He slowly said: "Guang Shichen, you still haven't let go of your obsession, that obsession of wanting to surpass me." There was a hint of understanding and tolerance in his eyes, as if he had already known Guang Shichen's thoughts, as if he could see through him. His eyes were like a deep lake, calm and tolerant. There was no blame in his eyes, only concern and worry for his friends. That emotion was like a warm fire, giving people comfort and strength.

Guang Shichen's face instantly showed a look of shame, and he slowly lowered his head, as if he was oppressed by an invisible heavy force that made him unable to raise his head. That force was like a heavy shackle that bound his soul. He sighed heavily, and that sigh was full of helplessness and loss, as if it was a lament for his own fate. That voice was like the bleak autumn wind, blowing across the barren land, making people feel a deep sadness. He slowly said: "Mr. Wang Xunhai, it is true, but it is useless to say anything now. You have achieved such a brilliant achievement." His voice was full of a sense of powerlessness towards reality and deep disappointment in himself. The sadness and helplessness in his tone were like a sad music, which made people feel pity and pity for him. That emotion was like a shadow in the night, shrouding his heart and making him unable to get rid of it.