Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Suspended in the air, the practitioners who were stepping on flying swords had various postures and expressions. They were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, exuding a mysterious aura. Among them, a middle-aged man had a red face, the color was just like a ripe apple, so red that it almost dripped blood. His eyes were wide open, veins on his forehead were bulging, and the whole person was in extreme anger. He turned the extremely heavy axe in his hand in a rage, and the axe was swung in his hand with great force, bringing with it bursts of sharp wind. The whistling wind seemed to be an angry roar, venting his inner dissatisfaction.

He yelled at the top of his voice: "Old man, you are too overbearing! Shouldn't this treasure be available to everyone who sees it?" His voice exploded in the air like thunder, constantly echoing, and the sound waves spread like ripples, carrying a strong anger and deep resentment. The anger was like a blazing fire, as if this anger and resentment could ignite the surrounding air and make it hot. His body trembled slightly, and the axe in his hand swayed with his emotions, as if it could break free of his control at any time and chop at the opponent.

Next to him stood an elegant young man. He was dressed in a blue shirt, with fluttering sleeves, like an immortal descending from the earth. His hair moved in the wind, adding a touch of otherworldly temperament. He gently waved a folding fan in his hand. The folding fan was finely crafted, and the fan bones were made of high-quality materials, emitting a faint luster. There seemed to be exquisite patterns painted on the fan. Looking closely, the pattern seemed to be a landscape painting, with a profound artistic conception. The mountains and rivers were vivid on the fan, as if they contained endless poetry.

He nodded slightly, echoing the middle-aged man's words: "Indeed, everyone who sees it gets a share, this is common sense." There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and that dissatisfaction was like an undercurrent hidden under the calm surface of a lake. Deep in his seemingly calm eyes, he actually contained displeasure with the current situation. He gently waved his folding fan, and the movement seemed leisurely and comfortable, but in fact it implied his inner restlessness. Every time he waved the folding fan, it was like trying to dispel the boredom in his heart. His fingers were slender and white, and he gently grasped the handle of the fan, with an elegant and calm movement. However, the slightly trembling fingers exposed his inner restlessness.

Upon hearing this, the Huangshan Patriarch's face suddenly showed an indifferent look like frost, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. His eyes flashed with a chill like ice, which made people shudder. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, making people feel an unspeakable fear. He said coldly: "Who dares to snatch it from me? I will definitely take action and get rid of it immediately! This is an opportunity given to me by God. Today I, the Huangshan Patriarch, am here, and tomorrow I will be the Huangshan Emperor. This treasure is destined to be mine!" His words were full of arrogance and self-confidence, and the tone was as if he had stood at the top of the world, overlooking all living beings. His voice was cold and firm, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and people couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts when they heard it.

He firmly believed that the treasure was already in his possession and no one could take it away. His confidence was like a solid wall, unshakable. His body trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of excitement. He seemed to have seen the moment when he became the Emperor of Huangshan, and the feeling of power and glory made him intoxicated. His eyes were full of greed and desire, which was the desire for treasures and the pursuit of power.

Hearing this, Wang Xunhai could not help but feel disgusted. He thought to himself, why should it be yours just because you see it? This is not the way of the world. His brows were tightly furrowed, and the wrinkles were like deep ravines, showing his inner dissatisfaction and determination. There was a firm light flashing in his eyes, and the light was like the stars in the night sky, shining brightly. He seemed to have made up his mind secretly to break this unfair situation and seek justice for everyone. His fists were clenched tightly, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, but he seemed to feel no pain. There was only one thought in his mind, that is, he must not let the Huangshan Patriarch succeed.

But at this moment, on the top of the mountain, a golden figure stood proudly. The figure was like a towering mountain, towering into the clouds, emitting a strong breath that was so strong that it was suffocating. The breath spread, making the surrounding air seem heavy, making people feel difficult to breathe. The sunlight shone on the figure, reflecting a dazzling light that made it impossible to look directly at it.

He roared indifferently, and the sound was like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, resounding through the sky. The sound waves were like surging waves, rolling in all directions, shaking everything in the world. The whole valley trembled at the sound, as if the earth was afraid of this powerful force. The birds were startled and flew everywhere, and the beasts were scared and hid.

Then, he leaped up into the sky. His figure was extremely agile, like a flash of lightning that flashed across the sky in an instant, so fast that it was almost invisible. His movements were smooth and there was no delay at all, as if he had merged with the world. His figure left a golden trail in the sky, like a meteor across the night sky, beautiful and shocking.

He shouted loudly: "You guys are just like termites! You want to get the benefits and then run away? It's not that easy!" His voice was as loud as a bell, making everyone's ears buzz. The voice seemed to have a real power, impacting everyone's heart, as if the whole world was shaking in his roar. Everyone felt a shock in their hearts, and an irresistible pressure came over them, making them almost breathless.

The golden figure came to the front of Huangshan Patriarch at a speed as fast as lightning. It was so fast that it was jaw-dropping. He stretched out a hand as strong as steel. The muscles on his arm were bulging, the lines were clear, and it contained endless power. His fingers were thick and powerful, as if they could easily crush everything. He grabbed Huangshan Patriarch's neck without hesitation. His movements were clean and neat, without the slightest hesitation.

His eyes were full of rage, and that rage seemed to burn the Huangshan Patriarch to ashes. His eyes were like a ferocious beast, full of aggression. He seemed to want to eat the Huangshan Patriarch alive, and said sternly: "I haven't left yet, and you dare to come here! You are like a dog, but you have to understand that dogs cannot be served on the table. Once served, they will either be stewed into dog meat soup or have their legs broken!" His voice was cold and cruel, which made people shudder.

After the golden ginkgo tree spirit finished speaking, it slowly raised its fist. A golden light shone on its fist. The light was dazzling and as hot as the sun. The light contained endless power, which was daunting. Under the light, everything around seemed so small and fragile, as if the fist could destroy the whole world with a wave. All things in the world became dim under the reflection of this light.