The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 747: The Blood Demon Realm Opens (The Ultimate Battlefield Begins)

The world seemed to hold its breath, all was silent except for the whistling of the wind, a prelude to a distant lament. The entrance to the Blood Demon Realm resembled the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, eerie and terrifying, emanating a chilling aura of oppression. Twelve gates, composed of the skeletons of semi-immortals, hovered in the air, each one seemingly bearing a forgotten and tragic story. Carved upon them were Yun Yao's various expressions: smile, tears, anger, relief... These expressions, seemingly alive, appeared and disappeared amidst the surging demonic energy, seemingly narrating the turbulent fate of her various worlds.

The Holy Maiden of Phantom Moon, like a demonic deity of the night, stood proudly at the center of the gate. Behind her was a quasi-imperial body imbued with the principles of slaughter, emanating a suffocating murderous aura. The demonic energy burned like materialized black flames, blazing around her. Embedded in her chest was a fragment of the Heavenly Dao Wheel stolen from the immortal realm. The fragment shone with an eerie light, seemingly resonating with her heartbeat, continuously feeding her with a vast and sinister force.

"Yun Yao, do you think you can defeat me by fusing the three laws?" The voice of the Holy Maiden Youyue was like a cold frost, piercing the silence and echoing across heaven and earth. Every word was filled with bone-chilling contempt and mockery. She raised her hand and waved it violently. The sky above the Demon Realm instantly changed color. Dark clouds rolled and surged, as if stirred by an invisible giant hand. Then, a massive horoscope slowly emerged, like a black sun emitting the aura of death. Runes flickered on it, eerie and inexplicable, each rune like an iron chain that bound a living being.

"Look, this is the 'certain death trap' I have prepared for you - all the Yun Yaos in the three thousand worlds will be annihilated today, and you will have to watch helplessly as each of your clones die!" The wild laughter of the Holy Maiden Youyue resounded through the sky, as if to shatter the heavens. Her eyes flashed with madness and determination, a light distorted by hatred and obsession.

Yun Yao's mind suddenly exploded with countless images, like a torrent of nightmares. In ancient times, she, clad in a gorgeous yet tattered palace dress, her hair disheveled and her face gaunt, knelt in a cold hall, a cup of pungent poisoned wine before her, the executioner's cold face looming in the shadows. In modern times, she walked along a busy street when suddenly, an out-of-control car roared towards her like a ferocious beast. The glaring headlights illuminated her terrified face, the screams of passersby drowned out by the screech of brakes. In the immortal realm, she, enveloped by the violent power of laws, seemed to be trapped in an endless quagmire. The backlash of laws burned her body, leaving it riddled with holes. Her screams of pain were shattered by the howling wind... But before each of her deaths, Yun Yao smiled at the camera, a smile like the warm spring sun, piercing the darkness, dispelling fear, and then transforming into a point of light that merged between her brows.

Yun Yao's body trembled slightly, her face pale as paper. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, her eyes filled with pain and struggle. She bit her lower lip tightly, and bright red blood oozed out, dripping down her chin and spreading bloodstains on the ground beneath her feet. "So, this is your plan," Yun Yao raised her hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, her gesture tinged with stubbornness. Her voice, though choked with sobs, was also incredibly firm. "You want me to be consumed by guilt, so that the Chaos Law Domain will collapse."

She took a deep breath, as if absorbing all the courage in the universe, and slowly raised the Heavenly Dao Pen. Under the ravages of the demonic aura, the pen's light grew ever brighter, like a morning star in the darkness. The tip of the pen held the faith of all its clones, its light entwined and intertwined like materialized threads. "But you forget, every Yun Yao is me, each of us striving for the same goal—and so, our pain will ultimately become your destruction!" Yun Yao's voice was like a mighty bell, resonating throughout the world, deafening, every word imbued with the power of indomitable will and resistance.

Chu Mochen's eyes, cold as ice, like the arctic abyss, stared at Saint Youyue. The Divine Court Soldier Soul in his hand hummed, as if eager to drink the enemy's blood. His figure flashed like a streak of black lightning across the sky. He simultaneously wielded the Divine Court Soldier Soul. In an instant, twelve bone gates opened with a dull, resounding roar, like the roar of an ancient beast. Beyond the bone gates lay a deep, mysterious darkness, like an endless abyss, faintly permeated with a terrifying aura of danger.

As the Bone Gate swung open, an even stronger surge of demonic aura washed over them, like a materialized black wave threatening to engulf everything. But within the darkness, a massive "Heavenly Dao Altar" slowly emerged, emanating an ancient and mysterious aura, like the awakening of a behemoth from a thousand-year slumber. Above the altar, the final fragment of the Law of Creation floated. The fragment shone with a rainbow of light, as if containing the secrets of the universe's inception. Wherever the light reached, darkness seemed to dispel, and the demonic aura melted away like ice and snow in the sun.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to the altar, something unexpected happened. From the previously silent edge of the Bone Gate, a group of black-robed figures suddenly emerged, like ghosts born from the darkness. Their figures moved elusively and with incredible speed, surrounding Yun Yao and Chu Mochen in the blink of an eye. These black-robed figures exuded an eerie aura, their robes embroidered with blood-red runes, like curses from hell. Their faces were hidden in the darkness, save for pairs of glowing red eyes, like hungry wolves stalking their prey.

"Hmph, you want to get on the altar? You have to get past us first!" The leading black-robed man snorted coldly, his voice sounded like the cry of a night owl, harsh and unpleasant. He swung the long sword in his hand, and a black sword energy, like black lightning, struck Yun Yao directly.

Yun Yao's eyes narrowed, and she twirled the Heavenly Dao Pen in her hand. With a flick of the pen tip, a silver curtain of light instantly appeared, like an indestructible shield, easily blocking the black sword energy. "Who are you? Why are you stopping us?" Yun Yao shouted angrily, her voice like rolling thunder.

The men in black robes laughed wildly, like crazy demons, "We are the Shadow Guards of Saint Lady Youyue. We are ordered to take your lives. Today is the day you die!" After that, all the men in black robes attacked at the same time. For a moment, black sword energy crisscrossed, like a net of death, covering Yun Yao and Chu Mochen.

Chu Mochen snorted coldly, his figure moving like a ghost, weaving in and out of the sword energy. The Divine Court Soldier Soul in his hand swung out a stream of cold light. With each flash of cold light, a black-robed man screamed and fell, blood splattering, turning into a bloody mist amid the demonic aura. "With just a bunch of you, you think you can stop us?" Chu Mochen's voice was like that of the Nine Netherworld Devil, revealing endless murderous intent.

While Chu Mochen was holding the black-robed figure in check, Yun Yao flashed and flew towards the altar. However, halfway through her flight, a black vortex suddenly appeared beneath her feet, like an invisible giant hand, dragging her into an endless abyss. Yun Yao's eyes flashed, and she plunged the Heavenly Dao Pen into the center of the vortex. The tip of the pen shone brightly, like a blazing sun, slowly expanding the black vortex.

Just as Yun Yao was about to break free from the vortex, the Holy Maiden Youyue suddenly appeared, seemingly teleporting, blocking her way. "Want to take the Law of Creation? That won't be easy!" The Holy Maiden's voice was as cold as frost. With a wave of her hand, a black magic chain, like a swift venomous snake, pierced Yun Yao's throat.

Yun Yao dodged sideways, narrowly avoiding the magic chain. With a swift swing of the Heavenly Dao Brush in her hand, a silver sword energy pierced the sun like a rainbow, slashing towards the Youyue Saint. The Youyue Saint raised her hand and waved it, a black light curtain appearing, easily blocking the sword energy. The two of them instantly clashed in a battle, light flashing, waves of energy surging, and the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of roaring sound.

After Chu Mochen finished dealing with the black-robed man, he rushed to support Yun Yao. Seeing Yun Yao in danger, his eyes turned cold. The Divine Court Soldier Soul in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying endless pressure and stabbing directly into the back of Youyue Saint. Youyue Saint sensed the danger behind her and dodged the attack, creating distance between them.

"Hmph, none of you will leave alive today!" The voice of Saint Youyue sounded like the roar of a devil. She waved her hands, and the evil spirit gathered above her head like a black storm, forming a huge evil ball with runes flashing on it, as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen exchanged a glance, their minds connected, and they attacked simultaneously. Yun Yao's Heavenly Dao Pen shone brightly, scribbling a complex rune in the air, as if opening a mysterious portal. Chu Mochen tossed the Divine Court Soldier Soul into the air, which instantly transformed into twelve rays of light, echoing with Yun Yao's runes. Instantly, a golden curtain of light, like an inverted dome, enveloped the three of them. This was their combined defensive formation, a defense against the Saintess of Youyue's fatal blow.

The demonic ball crashed down, colliding with the golden curtain of light with a deafening roar, as if heaven and earth were collapsing. Light and darkness intertwined, and the wind wave, like a tsunami, swept in all directions. Wherever it passed, rocks crumbled and the earth cracked, creating a scene of doom.

Under this violent energy onslaught, the golden light curtain wavered like a candle in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were pale, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies trembled, clearly under immense pressure. But their eyes were firm, like a rock, as they held the light curtain with all their might, not retreating a single step.

Upon seeing this, Saint Youyue laughed wildly, as if victory was in sight, "Your doom has come!" However, just as she was about to attack again, her face suddenly changed, as if she had noticed something terrible.

At this crucial moment, the Heavenly Dao Pen in Yun Yao's hand shone ever brighter, as if breaking free from its restraints and soaring toward the altar. It turned out that the Law of Creation and the Heavenly Dao Pen resonated strongly, like long-lost relatives calling out to each other. Yun Yao sensed this, and with a sudden surge of power, she controlled the Heavenly Dao Pen and charged toward the altar.

Saint Youyue was horrified and tried to stop him, but Chu Mochen fought to his death. "If you want the Law of Creation, you must get past me first!" Chu Mochen's voice was like a roaring lion, and the Divine Court Soldier Soul in his hand shone brightly. Every move and every style was filled with the determination to die together.

Yun Yao seized this opportunity, manipulating the Heavenly Dao Pen to break through numerous obstacles and finally reach the altar. She reached out and grasped the fragment of the Law of Creation. In an instant, a powerful and mysterious force surged into her body like a torrent. Her body shone brightly, as if transformed into a dazzling star, illuminating the entire Blood Demon Realm.

"No—" Saint Youyue screamed in despair, as if she had lost something precious. She rushed towards Yun Yao frantically, wanting to reclaim the Law of Creation, but it was already too late.

Yun Yao integrated the laws of creation into the realm of chaos, and the Heavenly Dao Jade Slip in her sea of consciousness was finally complete—a blank book, waiting for a new story. She and Chu Mochen stood in the ruins of the Blood Demon Realm, watching Xiao Cui lead the Lotus Heart Sect to repair the land while the monks of the Jade Void Palace cleared away the remaining demonic evil.

"It's time to set up the final formation." Chu Mochen took out twelve Lotus Heart Lanterns, which were transformed from the Divine Court Soldier Souls. "The Three Thousand Lotus Heart Formation can transmit our power to the Three Thousand Worlds and completely repair the cracks in the Heavenly Dao."

Yun Yao nodded, and suddenly saw Su Yao from the modern world standing at the door of the ward, smiling at her. The two "selves" shook hands in the air, and Su Yao whispered, "Go and complete your mission. Don't forget, you still have an unfinished novel called "The Legend of the World-Traveling Princess' Counterattack."

When the last lotus heart lamp lit up, silver lotuses appeared across the sky of the entire cultivation world, each reflecting the peaceful scene of the Three Thousand Worlds. Yun Yao leaned on Chu Mochen's shoulder, watching the title of the next chapter automatically appear on the Heavenly Dao Jade Slip: "Chapter 751: New Heavenly Dao Era."

The System Master (now the Heavenly Dao Assistant) said with a smile: "Host, your road to counterattack has just begun."

Yun Yao chuckled and picked up her pen to write a new chapter: "This time, we will not be pawns of heaven, but only be our own creators."