Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The face of the Red Dragon Emperor, who was extremely majestic, was now shrouded in layers of helplessness as thick as ink. The feeling of helplessness was like a thick haze, stubbornly attached to his face, and no matter how hard he tried, it could not be shaken off. He shook his head slowly, and every subtle movement seemed to carry a heavy weight, as if even the air became stagnant because of this heavy movement. The complex emotions contained in his expression were like the waves in the deep ocean, unpredictable and difficult to peek into the mystery. His eyes were like a deep lake, quiet and deep, but it seemed to hide endless stories. He stared at Madam Feng standing in front of him for a long time, and his eyes seemed to be intertwined with endless regrets, as if he saw a rare and precious thing in the world, gradually withering under the erosion of the ruthless years. The feeling of regret surged in his eyes like a tide, overflowing with words. There was a hint of worry in his eyes, as if he had foreseen some ominous future with his extraordinary insight. The shadow of the future was like a fog, thickly shrouding his heart, causing his brows to frown unconsciously. And the barely perceptible disappointment, like a wisp of smoke, quietly spread, silently corroding his heart, making his eyes appear deeper and more complicated. Just like this, he stared quietly for a long time, like a solidified statue. Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the air around him seemed to become as heavy as lead, making people feel depressed and suffocated, as if even breathing had become extremely difficult.

After a long time, he slowly withdrew his gaze that seemed to have a thousand words in it, and that was full of complex and elusive emotions, and turned around with Zi Zhuque, ready to leave. His footsteps were heavy and slow, as if every step required a lot of effort, and the dragging footsteps echoed in the silent air, as if it was a reflection of the heavy burden in his heart.

Just as they were about to step out of the area full of unknowns and variables, the footsteps of the Red Dragon Emperor suddenly seemed to be tightly pulled by some invisible force and suddenly stopped. He slowly turned his head, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely serious. That serious look seemed to freeze the air around him, and the cold breath spread. He said in a low and powerful voice, word by word: "Madam Feng, you must not take it lightly. It is a taboo to underestimate the enemy. You must be careful and cautious. You must know that you are on the front line, which is a place full of dangers. If you are not careful, you may fall into an abyss from which there is no return. Therefore, you must pay more attention to everything and take care of yourself." Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the air hard, echoing with an unquestionable majesty. The voice echoed in the silent space, carrying an ancient and mysterious power, as if it was a warning from ancient times, which made people's hearts tremble involuntarily. After saying this, he turned around again, and his firm steps seemed to tell everyone that his decision was as hard as steel and could not be changed. His figure gradually faded away, but he left an indelible impression on people, a symbol of unshakable faith and strength, like a towering mountain, standing tall in people's hearts.

Madam Feng looked at the flying figure of the Red Dragon Emperor, the flames of jealousy and unwillingness in her eyes seemed to burn the whole world to ashes. She clenched her teeth tightly and her lips trembled slightly. Although the amplitude of the trembling was small, it revealed her extreme anger in her heart. She squeezed out the words with difficulty from between her teeth: "The bitch Zi Zhuque is just relying on her beauty and being younger than me. I didn't expect that she would be appreciated by the old man in the end. The old man is already old, but he is still so greedy for beauty. He is really a playboy with a lustful heart! Moreover, he came to test me today, which clearly shows that he looks down on my ability. He seems to have forgotten that I, Madam Feng, am also a heroine who can stand on my own in this world. I have experienced countless storms and have seen all kinds of scenes. I want to Back then, I fought my way through blood and gore, and survived amidst swords and sabers. What kind of hardships and dangers have I not experienced? I have forged ahead in the storm, and struggled tenaciously on the edge of cliffs. Every test of life and death has tempered my will and made me more resilient. As the saying goes, women are as good as men! My wife Feng's ability is not something he can easily underestimate! "Her voice was full of anger and unwillingness, and that anger was like surging waves, one after another, as if to vent all the resentment in her heart. Her eyes were burning with anger, as if she wanted to burn everything in front of her to ashes, and the strong emotion made people shudder.

At the same time, outside the mysterious and dangerous formation, a group of practitioners gathered together with solemn faces. Their eyes were full of vigilance, as if the formation in front of them was a trap that hid countless dangers and would swallow them all if they were not careful. A strange aura permeated around the formation, which was like an invisible mist, making people feel a chill and shudder. They stepped into the formation carefully, and every step seemed to be extremely cautious, as if the ground under their feet would collapse at any time, bringing them into endless darkness. Their heartbeats were particularly clear in the silent formation, and the tense rhythm seemed to be a manifestation of fear of unknown dangers. They were serious and focused on slowly releasing their own energy. The energy was like ripples, spreading around with their bodies as the center, forming an invisible shield. This shield flickered with a faint light, trying to block the poisonous gas in the formation in front of them. The poison gas was like a thick dark cloud, covering the entire magic circle, making people afraid. The poison gas seemed to contain endless evil power, constantly eroding their shields, making them feel more stressed. The pressure was like a mountain, pressing on their hearts, making their breathing become rapid.

Among this group of practitioners, Wang Xunhai took firm steps and walked forward step by step. His eyes revealed a resolute look, which was a kind of desperate courage and determination, as if the difficulties ahead were as insignificant as dust in his eyes. He secretly thought in his heart: If I don’t fight now, when will I? When you are alive, you should dare to fight for your life and bet on a future! Only in this way can you break out of a world of your own in this challenging world. He recalled the difficult journey he had gone through, those countless days and nights of practice, those moments of sweat and tears, all of which became his driving force for progress. In those long years of practice, he had struggled in loneliness countless times and persisted in exhaustion. Every breakthrough was accompanied by endless pain and sweat, but he never gave up. Even if there were many difficulties ahead, even if he might pay a painful price, he would not flinch, because he knew that only by taking this step bravely could he realize his dream and become a real strong man.