Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the mountain, in the air, the elder brother was like a dazzling star, quietly floating there. His frown seemed to carry thousands of thoughts in the world, and every wrinkle seemed to contain endless stories. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, revealing an elusive color of thinking. His eyes were like torches, staring firmly at the figure shining with golden light, and slowly said: "Go up there? Go up there to be a slave for others? Humph, why do you want to go up there?" There was a hint of obvious disdain and deep doubt in his words, and the voice of doubt seemed to have a powerful force that could break through the clouds and reach the end of the sky.

After hearing these words, the golden figure's face instantly became extremely ugly. Anger surged onto his face like a surging tide, making his face look a little distorted. His originally handsome face now became hideous and terrifying. He yelled at the top of his voice: "What did you say?" The roar echoed in the mountains, and it was as loud as thunder, deafening. A group of birds were startled and flew away in panic. They were originally flying freely in the mountains, but now they were frightened by the sudden roar, breaking the original tranquility and peace in the mountains.

The elder brother, however, didn't care at all. He leisurely held a toothpick in his mouth, with a nonchalant, cynical smile on his face, which seemed to contain a kind of mockery of everything in the world. He said nonchalantly, "Go up there and live your comfortable life." After saying that, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, as if he didn't care about anything, as if nothing in the world could arouse his attention and interest.

At this moment, a beam of guiding light descended from the sky like a brilliant pillar of light. The light was so bright that it looked like a god descending from heaven. The guiding light completely enveloped the golden figure. Under the illumination of this light, the golden figure looked particularly sacred. Under the guidance of the guiding light, the golden figure slowly rose. His body gradually became blurred and gradually disappeared into the distant sky, leaving only a faint light and shadow, as ethereal as a dream.

Wang Xunhai stood quietly aside, his eyes as calm as water, silently glancing at the elder brother in front of him. The elder brother turned his head and met Wang Xunhai's eyes. At that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped flowing. The elder brother said, "Let's go too." Wang Xunhai nodded heavily, his eyes full of unwavering determination, as if telling the world that he was ready to face all difficulties.

The elder brother waved his hand casually, and a dazzling white light shone up. The light was like the rising sun, illuminating the entire mountain top. In an instant, the light completely enveloped the two people, forming a dazzling light cocoon. In the blink of an eye, the figures of the two disappeared without a trace on the top of the mountain, leaving only a dead silence. This silence seemed to be a stagnation of time, making people feel as if no one had ever been here, and everything returned to its original state.

Guang Shichen, Cang Weimin and his group hurried to the top of the mountain, which had been broken into pieces. The top of the mountain was in chaos, with rubble scattered everywhere, covering the ground without any rules. The rubble was of different sizes and shapes, some were sharp as knives, and some were round like balls. They were piled together in a disorderly manner, forming a mess. The air was filled with a bloody smell that was so strong that it was almost impossible to breathe. This smell permeated the entire mountain top, making people feel sick and terrified.

They looked at the horrible corpses of those practitioners who were once far superior to them in cultivation level, and they could not help but feel a strong fear in their hearts. Some of the corpses were incomplete, some were bloody and mangled, and it was unbearable to look at them. They felt their scalps tingling, as if countless ants were crawling on them, and that feeling made them feel uncomfortable all over.

Song Qishu's eyes widened in horror. His pupils were dilated with fear, and his eyes were filled with despair and helplessness. His voice was trembling, as unstable as a leaf in the wind: "Without Wang Xunhai's body, does that mean he is still alive?" His voice was trembling with a glimmer of hope, as if he was expecting a miracle to happen.

Guang Shichen shook his head helplessly. His face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. His expression was like a volcano about to erupt, containing endless anger and helplessness. He said slowly: "No body left! Absolutely no body left. The battle here was so tragic and cruel to the extreme. There is no way he is still alive." His words were full of despair and certainty, as if he had seen Wang Xunhai's tragic end.

After hearing this, Song Qieshu felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, and the chill quickly spread throughout his body, causing him to tremble involuntarily. His voice was filled with deep regret: "We really shouldn't have come here to participate in this so-called treasure hunt. This is not a treasure hunt at all, it's clearly a terrible nightmare, a nightmare that we will never forget." His words were full of regret for his original decision and helplessness towards reality.

Several people looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and fear, a fear of the unknown, a fear of danger. Their eyes met, as if silently telling the pain and fear in their hearts. They deeply realized that this treasure hunt not only did not allow them to obtain any precious treasures, but instead put them in an extremely dangerous situation. In the end, they could only be helpless like a group of happy dancing elves, they jumped, danced, full of vitality. The colors of the flames were colorful, red, blue, purple, and green, intertwined together to form a beautiful picture. The dead wood kept rolling in the flames, making a crisp "crackling" sound, which seemed to be a symphony of nature, telling an ancient and mysterious story.

The elder brother stared at the dead wood in the alchemy furnace, his excitement was beyond words. His eyes were shining with excitement, and that light seemed to be the brightest star in the night sky. He said excitedly: "This lightning wood is an extremely precious material. If it can be successfully refined, it can be made into very powerful leather armor. You may soon have a top-quality protective gear, perhaps an extremely solid breastplate, or perhaps an indestructible shield. If the refining is successful this time, then we will make a lot of money. This is a rare fortune!" His words were full of expectations and visions for the future, as if he had already seen the dawn of success.