Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai struggled to support his palms on the cold and wet wall. The wall seemed to have been soaked in icy cold water for a long time. The coldness spread along his palms at an alarming speed like sinister snakes, and mercilessly reached the deepest part of his bones. He couldn't help but shiver violently, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily. The amplitude of the trembling was just like the dead leaves falling in the autumn wind, so fragile that it could not withstand a single blow, so helpless that it made people feel distressed. It seemed that in the next second, it would be completely blown away by the ruthless autumn wind and dissipated in this cold world.

He tried to stand up with all his strength, but every tiny movement seemed so difficult, as if he was carrying an extremely heavy mountain on his back, and the huge pressure made him almost breathless. His face was as pale as paper, like the first snowflakes in winter, without a trace of blood. Seeing this, people couldn't help but feel pity. His eyes revealed a trace of fatigue that was difficult to conceal, and that fatigue seemed to be the witness of countless vicissitudes of life, silently telling of the endless suffering he had experienced. However, in that deep fatigue, there was a ray of perseverance, like a bright lamp that never went out, shining tenaciously in this dark predicament, illuminating his way forward.

When he raised his hand, which was shaking like a leaf in the wind, to wipe the blood at the corner of his mouth, a pain that could not be described in words suddenly surged in his heart. The pain was like a surging tide, overwhelming and almost drowning him completely. Although his heart was extremely eager to limp forward, the injured leg seemed to have completely betrayed his will and was unwilling to obey his command. His center of gravity was instantly unbalanced, and the whole person fell straight to the ground like a towering tree that had been cut down. This fall was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, which instantly stirred up thousands of waves in his body and touched the pain all over his body. Wang Xunhai's face immediately showed an extremely painful look, and the twisted face seemed to be shouting silently, venting his inner pain and unwillingness. He subconsciously covered his chest. The pain was like countless sharp steel needles piercing deeply into his body. Every nerve was trembling in this intense pain, as if he was enduring the most cruel torture in the world.

However, Wang Xunhai did not bow to the cruel fate. He clenched his teeth tightly, and his teeth seemed to be broken by him. He squeezed out a breath of determination from his teeth. There was an unyielding flame burning in his eyes, and that flame seemed to be the source of strength deep in his heart, constantly giving him endless courage and tenacity. With his iron-like willpower, he crawled bit by bit with great difficulty. His body dragged a long trail on the ground, which seemed to be the mark of his tenacious struggle against fate, witnessing his unyielding and tenacity.

Finally, he came to the pile of rotten meat in the cave that exuded a disgusting stench. The pungent smell was so strong that it could almost make people faint instantly, as if it was the evil breath from hell, permeating the entire cave, making people feel extremely suffocated. But there was no sign of retreat in Wang Xunhai's eyes. His eyes were firm and persistent, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward. He searched carefully in the pile of rotten meat, and every movement was full of determination and persistence, as if he was looking for the most precious treasure in the world. His eyes were focused and serious, not letting go of any tiny corner, even if the stench made his stomach churn, he did not retreat at all.

Hard work pays off. In the pile of rotting flesh and blood, he finally found a purple crystal emitting a mysterious light. The light was particularly dazzling in this dark cave, like a ray of hope in the darkness, illuminating Wang Xunhai's face full of fatigue and pain. Wang Xunhai held the crystal as if he had found a treasure. At that moment, he seemed to have forgotten the pain that kept coming like a tide. An indescribable joy surged into his heart like a tide, like a warm spring breeze gently blowing on his face, warming his heart that had long been as cold as frost. His eyes were full of excitement and excitement, a kind of joy of finally achieving success after going through hardships. He slowly stood up from the ground, with an excited look on his face, and muttered to himself: "Finally, the battle was not in vain. This is a crystal of a first-level monster. There are many things that can be done with it. Even if I sell it, I can get a lot of money, at least enough to pay for the medical expenses of my injuries."

After saying that, Wang Xunhai turned around without hesitation, walked forward firmly, and resolutely left this bloody and dangerous cave. The darkness in the cave seemed to want to swallow him whole. The endless darkness was like a terrifying monster with bared fangs and claws, trying to drag him into the endless abyss. But his steps did not hesitate at all. There was an unyielding flame burning in his eyes. The flame illuminated his way forward, as if loudly announcing his tenacious existence to this dark world. His figure seemed so small in the darkness, but so firm, as if it was a bright light that would never go out.

He found a thick branch outside the cave, and with his rich experience accumulated over the years, he skillfully made it into a simple crutch. The branch seemed to have a fresh life in his hand in an instant, and after his careful carving, it became a powerful force for him to continue moving forward. His movements were skillful and neat, as if he had done this countless times, and everything seemed so natural and smooth. In this way, he leaned on the crutch and moved forward with difficulty between the mountains. With every step, his body was like a candle in the wind, shaking constantly, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time under the heavy burden. But there was always an unyielding flame burning in his eyes, which illuminated his way forward and allowed him to move forward fearlessly on this difficult journey.

Wang Xunhai carefully took out the worn-out map from his arms. The edges of the map were worn and rough, and the words on it were blurred due to the erosion of time. But his eyes were still focused on the contents of the map, as if he was looking for the direction of life. His focused expression moved people. His fingers gently stroked the lines on the map. The movement was gentle and delicate, as if he was feeling the pulse of fate and trying to find a hint of guidance from it. After a moment, he raised his head, his eyes revealed an extremely determined light, and he walked firmly in one direction without hesitation.

In that direction was a seemingly ordinary mercenary market in the wilderness. There, perhaps he had everything he urgently needed, or perhaps new opportunities and challenges were quietly waiting for him.