Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The elder brother led Wang Xunhai, taking steady and powerful steps, and slowly stepped into the bustling mercenary market. The noise in the market was endless. Various shouts and bargaining sounds intertwined together, like a chaotic but life-filled symphony, forming a noisy ocean. They moved forward with difficulty in the bustling crowd. The crowd surged like a tide, and they had to dodge left and right to avoid the passers-by. They walked straight towards the alchemy workshop, and every step seemed so firm.

Finally, they arrived at the door of the alchemy workshop. The elder brother took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the air around him into his lungs to calm his slightly nervous mood. He stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the slightly old door. As the door slowly opened, a smell of various herbs and a faint smell of fireworks came to his face. In the workshop, various herbs were neatly placed on the shelves, some exuding fragrance, while others had a hint of bitterness.

The elder brother immediately showed his skilled skills, his weathered hands seemed to be integrated with all kinds of tools. His eyes were focused, as sharp as a hawk, not missing any details. His movements were smooth and natural, as if he was performing a silent dance, and every movement was full of rhythm and rhythm. He carefully picked up the seemingly ordinary rotten wood. The texture of the rotten wood was rough and inconspicuous, and even had some signs of decay. But the elder brother regarded it as a treasure, and there was a unique light in his eyes, as if he saw not a piece of rotten wood, but a treasure with infinite possibilities.

He slowly put the rotten wood into the alchemy furnace, his movements were so gentle that it seemed as if he was placing a rare treasure. The flame in the alchemy furnace instantly ignited, and the scorching temperature quickly spread, filling the entire workshop with a scorching heat wave. The flame danced, as if it were a living spirit, releasing its energy to its heart's content. The color of the flame kept changing, from the initial red to gradually orange, then to yellow, and finally to white, and the blazing light illuminated the entire workshop.

Under the high temperature, the rotten wood began to undergo wonderful changes. A mysterious luster gradually appeared on its surface, and the luster was like a layer of gauze, gently covering the rotten wood, making it look like a dream. Then, the rotten wood emitted a strange light, which was dazzling and seemed to contain some unknown powerful force. This force seemed to be stirring, trying to break free and show its true face. The rotten wood kept rolling in the flames, as if struggling in pain, and as if dancing happily.

After careful refining, the rotten wood was finally transformed into an exquisite pendant. The pendant has smooth lines and exquisite craftsmanship, as if it is a perfect combination of nature and human wisdom. The shape of the pendant is like a water drop, round and smooth, with a mysterious glow on the surface.

The elder brother picked up the pendant, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. There was a hint of relief and a hint of expectation in his eyes. He gently hung the pendant around Wang Xunhai's neck, and said solemnly and seriously: "I made this thing into a protective gear. Theoretically, it should be able to provide you with a certain degree of protection. However, you must know that it contains a power that has not yet been fully awakened, and I am not sure whether you can fully awaken it with your current ability. Even if you really succeed in awakening this power, there may be some situations that we cannot predict. For example, this power may try to take the dominant position and control your consciousness. So, it depends on how you control this power. Are you dominated by it, or do you control it? It all depends on you, Wang Xunhai. This requires you to work hard and strive for it."

Wang Xunhai looked solemn, his eyes firm and persistent, he looked straight at his brother and nodded vigorously. His eyes revealed an unyielding will, as if to show his determination to his brother. He responded firmly: "I understand, brother, I will definitely do my best to improve my strength, and I will never let you down." His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in this small workshop.

The elder brother stared at Wang Xunhai, and a gratified smile slowly appeared on his face. His eyes were full of encouragement and trust for Wang Xunhai, as if saying, "Kid, I believe you can do it." The elder brother nodded slightly, indicating that he was satisfied with Wang Xunhai's answer. There was also a hint of expectation in his eyes, expecting Wang Xunhai to continue to grow on the road ahead and become a real strong man.

Wang Xunhai managed to force a smile on his face, but his heart was like a turbulent sea, unable to calm down for a long time. He was indeed under a lot of pressure in his heart. At this moment, he felt a little overwhelmed and confused. He couldn't help but recall the hardships and obstacles he had experienced in the past. Those unforgettable memories were like black and white movies that kept playing in his mind.

He recalled the days when he had to struggle forward in the storm. The wind was howling like a demon, and the big raindrops hit him mercilessly. His body had long been soaked by the rain, but he still walked forward firmly, step by step.

He recalled the moment when he was struggling to climb the cliff. The steep cliff seemed like an insurmountable mountain, but he relied on his tenacious perseverance and courage to climb up little by little. Even though his fingers were rubbed by the rocks and bleeding, he did not retreat at all.

He recalled the moment when he was extremely thirsty in the desert but still persisted. The scorching sun baked his body and his throat felt dry as if it was on fire, but he still gritted his teeth and dragged his heavy feet towards the oasis ahead.

These memories were like heavy stones, weighing him down and making him breathless. He felt that all he had done had made his body and mind extremely exhausted. He longed to live a relaxed, carefree life, away from all these complicated disturbances and challenging predicaments.

In his imagination, it was a peaceful town, with warm and gentle sunshine sprinkled on the ancient stone road. There were neat rows of houses on both sides of the street, and colorful flowers hung on the windows. There was a square in the center of the town, where children played happily, and their laughter echoed throughout the town. People's lives were simple and happy, without fighting, without danger, only warm sunshine and leisurely life.

However, he also knew clearly deep down in his heart that he couldn't just give up so easily.