Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's eyes were so resolute that they seemed to be made of steel. There was no hesitation in them, and his determined gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles. His figure was like a lightning that tore through the night sky, rushing out at a speed beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The speed was so fast that people could only catch an illusory shadow. He was alone, and he chased forward without hesitation, with an indomitable momentum in his posture. In his eyes, the light of determination and persistence was like a bright star, shining with fearless courage and unswerving determination. It seemed that in front of him, any difficulties and obstacles in this world were nothing but insignificant dust, and could not stop him from moving forward.

However, in the middle of this intense pursuit, the purple bird, which was running as fast as the wind, suddenly stopped without any warning. It slowly turned its head, with an indescribable elegance and calmness in its movements. There was a deep and mysterious color in its eyes, as if it hid endless mysteries, and at the same time exuded an awe-inspiring majesty that made people feel afraid. The eyes seemed to have an invisible power, making people feel that as long as they were stared at by them, they would fall into endless fear, and their souls seemed to be devoured by them.

Then, the claws of the Purple Vermilion Bird danced at lightning speed, with smooth and exquisite movements, as if drawing a mysterious picture in the air. As it pinched out an extremely complex and exquisite spell, countless colorful paper cranes emerged out of thin air. These paper cranes were extremely gorgeous, and each one seemed to be made up of the most beautiful colors in the world. Their wings flashed with colorful light, like dreamy elves. The paper cranes gathered together, like a dazzling cloud, surging towards Wang Xunhai. The scene was magnificent and full of mysterious charm. The paper cranes flew in different postures, some light and elegant, and some smart and lively. The team they formed was like a colorful river, rushing endlessly. The whole scene seemed like a fantasy feast from another world, which made people marvel, as if they were in a world full of magic and miracles.

Wang Xunhai saw this scene, and his heart suddenly clenched, as if an invisible big hand had tightly grasped his heart. In a hurry, he dodged sideways, with agile and decisive movements, and quickly hid in the dense grass beside him. His heart was beating violently like a crazy drumbeat at this time, and the rapid rhythm was like a drumstick hitting the drumhead frantically, as if it would break through his chest and jump out of his throat in the next second. He nervously watched the thousands of paper cranes pouring in like a tide, his eyes full of vigilance and alertness, as if facing a group of deadly enemies. The tension and uneasiness revealed in his eyes made people deeply feel the huge pressure he faced. When he saw the thousands of paper cranes rushing towards him like a surging torrent with a thunderous momentum, Wang Xunhai couldn't help but screamed: "Have you been discovered long ago?" His words were full of surprise and uneasiness, and the sound seemed particularly abrupt in this silent environment, like a huge rock thrown into the calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility of this world. There was a slight tremor in the voice, revealing his inner fear and anxiety.

After saying this, Wang Xunhai's hand quickly reached to his waist like lightning, and without a moment's hesitation, he pulled out the Minghai sword that was hanging on the wall. The Minghai sword flashed with a chilling light in the bright sunshine, and the light was like a cold star across the deep sky, dazzling and cold, making people shudder. There seemed to be a mysterious power flowing on the sword, making people feel an invisible pressure. Wang Xunhai's wrist shook slightly, and a sharp sword energy suddenly burst out from the sword. This sword energy was like a dazzling lightning that cut through the dark night sky, carrying endless power and a breath of destruction, instantly tearing the golden paper cranes into countless tiny fragments. Those fragments fluttered down like snowflakes, and under the sunlight, they flashed with little light, like a dream, but with a hint of beauty. Each fragment seemed to carry a story, which made people sigh. Wang Xunhai's body was as light and agile as a swallow. He jumped back lightly and swiftly, and hid in the dense bushes like a flexible monkey. His movements were light and swift, and he disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, leaving only the glittering fragments on the ground, proving the fierce battle just now.

The Purple Vermilion Bird did not hesitate at all because of Wang Xunhai's actions. It took steady steps and ran forward unwaveringly. Its posture was extremely elegant and full of confident charm.

Soon, with its extremely sharp perception, the Purple Vermilion Bird accurately sensed the subtle smell of the thousand paper cranes being torn apart. It suddenly stopped, and its movements were as clean and neat as flowing water, without any delay.

Then, it turned back quickly, its sharp eyes like a sword, shooting straight at the direction behind where Wang Xunhai was hiding. The corners of its mouth slightly raised, outlining a cold smile, that smile contained a bit of sarcasm and disdain, as if mercilessly mocking Wang Xunhai's self-importance, believing that his resistance was just a meaningless and futile struggle.

The indifference and arrogance revealed in that smile made people clearly feel its power and confidence, as if it was the master of this world.

Afterwards, the Purple Vermilion Bird waved its sharp claws again and skillfully performed the magic spell.

Instantly, more dazzling and brilliant paper cranes appeared in the sky again. These paper cranes were like a group of elves shining with mysterious light, their bodies exuding a powerful and shocking force, carrying an unstoppable majestic momentum.

Each of the thousand paper cranes seemed to contain endless energy, making people feel a deep sense of oppression when facing them. Like a surging tide, they rushed towards Wang Xunhai again, and their majestic momentum seemed to ruthlessly devour everything in the world.

At this moment, Wang Xunhai was very aware that he was trapped in an extremely dangerous and desperate situation and could not extricate himself. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which sparkled in the bright sunshine, just like the true external reflection of his inner tension and anxiety.

Every drop of sweat seemed to carry his heavy fear and enormous pressure, allowing others to deeply understand the difficulties he was facing at the moment.