The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 743: The Divine Court Soldier Soul Recognizes Its Master (Chu Mochen’s Highlight)

As the morning light fades, the ruins of the Divine Court slowly awaken from a millennia-long slumber, a breath of antiquity and agelessness filling the air. Mysterious runes loom among the shattered walls, whispering whispers of past glory and tragedy. This was once the heart of the Divine Court, a place where all laws and supreme power converged. Though eroded by time, it still exudes a chilling aura of power.

Chu Mochen, his black robe rustling with rustling, stood tall and straight as a pine tree in the deepest reaches of the ruins. Before him, twelve shattered soldier spirit puppets hovered silently, like twelve war gods stepping out of the dusty pages of history. Every crack bore the memory of the ferocity of past battles, and every lingering aura spoke of the glory of the Divine Court. These puppets emanated the overwhelming pressure of a quasi-imperial force, like a materialized storm, distorting and shaking the surrounding space.

The leading Sword Spirit puppet launched the first attack. The blood rust on its broad blade seemed to come alive, peeling off and twisting in strands, transforming into a rolling demonic aura that coiled around Chu Mochen's ankle like a vicious python. As the demonic aura surged, it let out a terrifying roar, as if it wanted to drag him into an endless abyss.

"We only recognize the bloodline of the Divine Court, not reincarnated mortals." The Sword Spirit's voice, like a mighty bell, resounded through the ruins, sending boulders tumbling and stirring up clouds of dust. This voice, traversing millennia, carried the Divine Court's former pride and perseverance. In this moment, it became a harsh scrutiny of Chu Mochen's identity.

Chu Mochen's expression remained unchanged. The majestic figure of the Soldier Soul Puppet was reflected in his deep eyes, yet he showed no fear. He slowly bent his knees, his posture remaining as straight as a pine tree, as if he were performing a sacred and solemn ritual. He gently lifted the Lotus Heart Lock, which emanated a warm glow, with both hands and slowly pressed it onto the cold, hard ground.

"A thousand years ago, I failed to protect the Divine Court." His voice was deep and hoarse, as if wrapped in a thousand years of wind and frost and regret, echoing lingeringly in the ruins, each word hammering at the air, as if to awaken the dormant heroic spirit. "Back then, I held the title of Holy Son of the Divine Court, but watched helplessly as my home was shattered, my kin perished, and my faith crumbled... I am a sinner of the Divine Court."

A breeze blew by, lifting the hair in front of his forehead and revealing his resolute face, which showed pain, self-blame, and a determination to break down and then stand up again.

"Now, I have returned with the Lotus Heart Host, not in the name of the Holy Son," he raised his head slightly, his gaze penetrating the layers of fog, as if he saw the hardships and sweetness along the way. His voice suddenly rose, like a horn declaring war, "but in the name of 'Chu Mochen' - the man who once picked up steamed buns in the snow, sought business under cliffs, and pursued her in countless worlds!"

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the entire Divine Court ruins fell into a dead silence. Only Chu Mochen's voice, like a brilliant light, tore open the heavy curtain of history.

The sword spirit puppet shuddered violently, as if struck by an invisible force. The surging demonic aura, as if summoned by some kind of influence, slowly stagnated, then retreated like the receding tide. The blood rust on the blade began to flake off in large pieces, making a rustling sound, as if ancient shackles were crumbling. As the blood rust faded, a line of small characters slowly emerged, like a motto from the depths of history: "When the Holy Son and Lotus Heart return together, the cycle of heaven will begin again."

In an instant, the twelve soldier spirit puppets simultaneously chimed, as if playing a melody that shook heaven and earth. This clear chime, piercing the soul, seemed to contain endless joy and anticipation. Then, they transformed into twelve streams of light, rushing towards Chu Mochen with lightning speed, instantly merging into his meridians.

Chu Mochen felt a surge of overwhelming power, like a torrent bursting through a dam, surging into his body. This power, carrying the might and heaviness of the Divine Court's past, seemed to reshape his body and elevate his spirit. His aura steadily rose, and a radiance blossomed around him, like a rising sun, illuminating the ruins of the Divine Court.

However, crises loomed. Just as he was about to break through to the Immortal Realm, the sky suddenly changed color. Dark clouds seemed to converge from all directions, quickly enveloping the entire ruins. Within the clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Thunderbolts as thick as water jars descended upon Chu Mochen like angry dragons, fangs and claws bared.

"Nine-fold Tribulation of the Divine Court!" Chu Mochen's heart trembled. He knew that this was a heavenly tribulation that only cultivators possessing the essences of God, Man, and Demon could endure. Each thunderbolt contained enough power to destroy heaven and earth. It was like the most severe test sent down by Heaven to test his worthy responsibility for the revival of the Divine Court.

The first thunderbolt crashed down like a giant axe splitting the heavens, carrying with it the power to annihilate the world. Chu Mochen's eyes were determined, and he didn't dodge or evade. He raised his hand and swung out a powerful palm, colliding head-on with the thunderbolt. In an instant, light burst forth, and a deafening roar erupted. His body swayed violently like a candle in the wind, but his feet seemed to have taken root, standing firmly.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third thunderbolts struck, each more swift and violent than the last. The three fundamental forces within Chu Mochen's body surged frantically, transforming him into an immortal fortress, stubbornly holding firm under the relentless bombardment of the thunderbolts. Each time he resisted, his bones ached and his soul trembled, but his eyes grew more resolute, as if burning with an unyielding flame.

Yun Yao watched anxiously from afar, her hands clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. She witnessed Chu Mochen's struggle and resistance against the thunderstorm, and her heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles. She wanted to rush forward and fight alongside him, but she knew that this was a challenge he had to face alone, his path to nirvana.

"Chu Mochen, you must hold on!" She prayed silently in her heart, and her voice seemed to travel through space and reach his ears.

As the ninth thunderbolt was about to strike, Chu Mochen's strength seemed to drain away. His legs gave way, and he knelt on one knee. His clothes were tattered, and his body was stained with blood. He looked like a god of war emerging from a sea of blood. But his eyes remained as bright as stars, burning with an unyielding fighting spirit.

"Just one last step..." He muttered through gritted teeth, and using up his last bit of strength, he slowly stood up, holding his head high and chest out, as if issuing the most heroic declaration of challenge to the way of heaven.

At this moment, Yun Yao, as if with telepathy, unhesitatingly separated a strand of the power of her own Chaos Law Domain and sent it towards Chu Mochen through the air. This strand of power, like a ray of warm dawn light, instantly injected into his body and replenished his depleted essence.

"Yun Yao..." Chu Mochen's heart warmed as he felt that familiar and powerful strength, and his eyes moistened slightly. He knew that no matter when or where, she would stand shoulder to shoulder with him, by his side through life and death.

Empowered by Yun Yao's power, Chu Mochen felt reborn. He suddenly raised his head, letting out a deafening roar. Facing the final thunderbolt, he launched a fierce, all-out attack. This single blow, condensing all his conviction and strength, seemed to cleave the very heavens and earth.

The thunderbolt collided with his fist with a thud, and in an instant, the light seemed to annihilate the entire world. Yun Yao subconsciously closed her eyes, her heart seeming to rise to her throat.

When the light faded, she eagerly opened her eyes and saw Chu Mochen standing proudly among the ruins, like a god of war. His aura was like the deep ocean, vast and boundless. He had successfully broken through the Yuhua realm and reached a whole new level.

Chu Mochen slowly opened his eyes, reflecting Yun Yao's three-colored lotus seal in them, as if it were the most precious treasure in his life. His lips curled up in a gratified and gentle smile, and he whispered, "Now, I can finally protect you without worries."

That smile, like a gentle spring breeze, dispelled all the worries and fears in Yun Yao's heart. She rushed over, throwing herself into his arms. The two embraced tightly, as if they were merging into one another's flesh and blood. Behind them, the ruins of the Divine Court seemed to sense this joy and warmth. Ancient runes shimmered with a soft light, as if silently blessing the lovers who had endured so much hardship.

After a long moment, the two separated, smiled at each other, their eyes filled with longing and determination for the future. They knew the road ahead was still thorny, but as long as they walked hand in hand, nothing could stop them from restoring the way of heaven and reshaping the world.