Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The King of Narnia raised his head slowly and with great difficulty. Every movement he made seemed extremely slow, as if he was tightly bound by an invisible heavy shackle. The power of the shackle was so strong that it made his movements extremely heavy and difficult. His eyes were filled with deep fear, which was like a huge bottomless black hole, ruthlessly and greedily devouring his soul, immersing him in endless fear.

An indescribable invisible force, like a pair of powerful hands, tightly grasped his heart and made him feel difficult to breathe, as if the air had become extremely thin and every breath required tremendous effort.

His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, as if the vitality of life was being rapidly drained from his body at an alarming speed, making him look like a life that was about to disappear. His body was shaking violently involuntarily, and the amplitude of the shaking was like a leaf that was about to fall in the autumn wind, as if it could be completely blown off by the ruthless autumn wind at any time. His eyes were fixed on Wang Xunhai in front of him, and his eyes were filled with endless despair and helplessness, as if telling the world about his tragic fate.

Wang Xunhai walked in the air, his posture was extremely graceful, as if an immortal descended to the earth. Each of his steps seemed as light as a swallow, but in that seemingly relaxed pace, there was an indescribable invisible pressure. It was as if his footsteps contained endless power. With each step, the whole space trembled slightly, as if showing his great power to the world.

He marched forward step by step, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his momentum as majestic as a rainbow. The knife in his hand flashed a cold light under the sunlight, and the light was like a cold moon hanging high in the cold night, exuding a chilling breath that made people shudder. When he raised the knife in his hand, the fierce momentum instantly erupted like a volcano, as if everything in the world would be easily cut off by this powerful force. The hand rose and the knife fell, the action was clean and neat, without the slightest drag. The head of the King of Narnia instantly separated from his body and rolled to the ground with a dull sound. Blood splashed like a fountain, dyeing a large area of ​​the earth red. The bloody scene was shocking.

The other Narnian soldiers present were stunned at first after witnessing this scene. Their brains seemed to stop working at that moment, and the whole world seemed to fall into a dead silence. Then, they breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves finally got a brief relief. Their faces were intertwined with a complex expression of pain and relief. The pain was because they witnessed their king being brutally killed with their own eyes, and their hearts were filled with grief and sorrow; the relief was because this nightmare-like war seemed to finally come to an end, and they no longer had to endure the fear and pain brought by the war.

They all knelt on the ground in agony and began to cry loudly. Their cries echoed in the air, filled with endless sadness and helplessness, like a sad melody, telling of the sufferings they had experienced in this war. In their hearts, they all knew clearly all the sufferings they had experienced, and they also firmly believed that this nightmare-like man in front of them would let them go and free them after killing the King of Narnia.

Wang Xunhai snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and indifference, as if all this had nothing to do with him. A golden light suddenly burst out from his body, and that light was like a dazzling sun, instantly illuminating the entire sky. The light was so bright and dazzling, so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if everything in the world became small and insignificant under this light.

Then, he turned and rushed towards the sky at a speed so fast that it was difficult for people to catch his sight. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace, leaving only a brilliant golden light slowly dissipating in the sky. The light was like a dreamlike scene, beautiful and mysterious, which made people marvel at it, as if all this was just an illusory dream. He came here today with a pure and direct purpose, just to avenge the hatred buried deep in his heart. Apart from this, he had no other thoughts and ideas. Now, the long-suppressed hatred was finally vented, and his heart was temporarily comforted.

Above the sky, in the magnificent heaven, Wang Xunhai stood quietly outside the palace of heaven. His eyes were deep and distant, silently gazing at the vast sky, as if he wanted to explore the mysteries of the universe through the endless sky. Beside him, Madam Feng accompanied him quietly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, and that doubt was like gently floating smoke, looming in her eyes. Madam Feng asked softly, "What are you worried about?" Her voice was gentle and pleasant, like a warm spring breeze gently blowing through people's hearts. Wang Xunhai turned around, looked at Madam Feng, and smiled slightly. There was a bit of warmth and comfort in that smile, like the warm sun in winter, dispelling the coldness around.

He stretched out his arms, gently embraced Madam Feng in his arms, and whispered: "The ancient gods would suffer the fate of destruction due to terrible world-destroying disasters that would come from the sky at any time. What do you think will happen to us?" There was a subtle worry in his tone, which was the fear and uneasiness of the unknown.

Madam Feng clenched her fists tightly, with a serious and determined expression on her face, and said, "As long as we keep working hard to strengthen ourselves, we will never encounter such a fate." Her eyes flashed with a determined light, and that light was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the way forward. Wang Xunhai clenched his fists firmly, with a determined light in his eyes, and said, "You are right, we can't stop here, we must keep moving forward and keep moving forward!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, full of firm determination and faith.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the cold wind was like an extremely sharp knife, ruthlessly blowing on Wang Xunhai's face. The wind whistled and made a harsh sound, as if it wanted to swallow up everything in the world. His short hair swayed in the cold wind, but it did not reduce his majesty and momentum at all. Wang Xunhai looked into the distance with a burning gaze, and his eyes seemed to contain endless hope and longing.

He seemed to be staring into his future.

Wang Xunhai muttered to himself as he looked toward the vast expanse that stretched infinitely ahead.

"In the past, I couldn't boast about being sordid, but now I have no limits to my dissolute thoughts."

"The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe, I can see the Chang'an flowers in one day."

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