Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai stood quietly in place, and everything around him seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier. He was like being placed in a quiet space isolated from the world. The noise and disturbance of the outside world seemed to be completely blocked by this mysterious barrier, and it was difficult to have the slightest impact on his inner world. His eyes were empty and deep, like a bottomless pool. In this brief moment, the whole world seemed to be quietly peeled off from his consciousness. He just stood there peacefully, like a lonely statue isolated from the world, exuding a different kind of tranquility, as if time had frozen beside him. Everything seemed so quiet and mysterious.

Wang Xunhai took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart. His chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing, and each breath seemed so heavy and firm, as if he could completely dispel the restlessness and uneasiness in his heart between these breaths. He looked firmly in the direction of the ginkgo tree, and his eyes contained an almost obstinate persistence and deep desire. In his eyes, the ginkgo tree seemed to have become a vital part of his life, the sustenance of his soul and the pillar of his spirit. The ginkgo tree seemed to carry all his hopes and dreams, and it was obvious how much he valued it.

At this time, the vitality and prosperity of the ginkgo tree have long disappeared, presenting a scene of decay. Its trunk, which was once tall and straight and reached the sky, has now become horrible and unrecognizable. The originally solid trunk has now been destroyed into a piece of rotten wood burning with raging flames. The flames spread unscrupulously on the trunk, madly devouring all burnable objects, as if to turn everything in the world into ashes. On the rotten wood, the charred part is like fragile scales, which slowly fall off under the scorching flames, making a slight "rustling" sound, which is particularly clear in this silent environment. Every fallen scale seems to carry the former glory and honor of the ginkgo tree, but now it can only gradually disappear in this ruthless flame and become the dust of history. This scene is really spectacular and extraordinary, and people can't help but sigh deeply for the impermanence and fragility of life. The blazing flames seemed to be telling a story about destruction and rebirth, which made people fall into deep thought.

At this critical moment, a golden figure slowly emerged from the broken wood. This person was wearing a gorgeous robe with exquisite patterns embroidered on it. These patterns flashed with mysterious light, as if they contained endless power and wisdom. The light was dazzling, like the stars twinkling in the night sky, which made people look sideways. He was surrounded by fairy air, which was like a thin layer of mist, covering him, making his figure look more ethereal and illusory. He was like a messenger from the fairyland, descending into this world, giving people a mysterious and solemn feeling.

His face was handsome and majestic. His facial features were as delicate as sculptures, and every line seemed to contain a unique charm. His eyes revealed an unfathomable wisdom and unparalleled power, which made people feel awe when facing him. His appearance was like a god descending to the earth, suspended in the air, exuding an awe-inspiring and powerful aura that made people succumb. His presence seemed to fill the entire space with a sacred atmosphere, making people feel an unprecedented shock.

In the sky, many practitioners watched the scene on the top of the mountain intently, their faces showing uncontrollable excitement. Their eyes were filled with extreme desire and unremitting pursuit for power, as if everything in front of them was the peerless treasure they had dreamed of. They eagerly absorbed a large amount of immortal energy, and their bodies were shining with golden light, dazzling, like dazzling stars blooming brilliantly in the night sky. The light illuminated the entire sky, making the originally dim sky as bright as day.

The magical thing is that these immortal spirits seem to have endless power, allowing them to break through the original level constraints. The practitioners who have already reached the master level, under the nourishment of this immortal spirit, successfully crossed the master level and were promoted to half-step emperors. Their aura became more and more powerful, and the spiritual power fluctuations around them were like surging waves, one wave higher than the other, which made people afraid. The powerful aura filled the air, making people feel an unparalleled pressure.

Those who were originally just ordinary practitioners were instantly transformed into Qi Refiners under the baptism of this immortal energy. Their bodies became lighter and more flexible, and their spiritual energy flowed freely in their bodies, radiating a new vitality and energy, as if they had been reborn. Their eyes were full of surprise and excitement, and they were full of expectations for the future.

As for those who were originally Qi Refiners, they successfully advanced to Grandmasters! Their strength had made a qualitative leap, and they instantly became the object of admiration and envy of everyone. They felt their own strength, and their hearts were filled with confidence and pride.

Wang Xunhai was also affected by this magical power. He was promoted from an ordinary practitioner to a third-level Qigong master in the blink of an eye! He could clearly feel that the energy in his body was surging like a surging tide. The powerful force rushed through his body and raged wantonly, causing his body to tremble slightly involuntarily. However, there was no fear in his heart, but joy and excitement. He knew that this was a crucial turning point in his life. From this moment on, he would embark on a new path of cultivation full of unknowns and challenges. His eyes were full of determination and determination, and he believed that he would be able to go further on this path.

The practitioners in the sky were extremely excited. They cheered and released their inner joy and excitement. Their voices resounded through the sky, as if to shatter the entire sky. The cheers were like thunder, constantly echoing in the sky, deafening.

An old man stroked his beard, his eyes revealing an incomparable tyranny and greed. He shouted loudly: "This ginkgo tree belongs to my Huangshan ancestor! Who dares to rob it? If anyone dares to touch it, I will instantly blast him into ashes and make him disappear into thin air!" His voice was as loud as a bell, constantly echoing in the sky, deafening, frightening and fearful. The voice contained a powerful force, making people feel his majesty and domineering.

When the other practitioners heard what Huangshan Patriarch said, they were full of dissatisfaction and resentment, but no one dared to speak out against it. After all, Huangshan Patriarch was the most powerful among all the people, and no one wanted to easily anger him and provoke this terrible enemy. For a moment, the atmosphere in the sky became extremely tense, and everyone was holding their breath, quietly waiting for the further development of things. Everyone's heart was full of anxiety and expectation, and no one knew what kind of changes would happen next. The whole sky was filled with a tense and mysterious atmosphere.