ebookland Chapter 664: Fragmentary Puzzle
Chapter 664: Fragmentary Puzzle
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen returned from the thrilling battle of the Sea Eye, still carrying the lingering smoke and spiritual power. In the sea breeze, Yun Yao's hair fluttered wantonly, and every strand seemed to tell of the fierce battle just now; Chu Mochen's posture was as straight as a pine tree, but there was a bit of fatigue in his eyes, which was the trace left by protecting his beloved and fighting against powerful enemies. The two looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes. This battle with the Blood Evil Sect was just a surging wave in the long river of fate, and the half-pieced fragment in their hands was like a mysterious key, opening the door to a deeper truth.
Back in the secular world, the place where the Chu Mo family was located was dead silent. The hustle and bustle of the past seemed like a dream bubble. The tragic scene after the slaughter by the Blood Evil Sect came into view. The bloodstains dried between the broken walls and ruins, like hideous scars. Only the old housekeeper, like a candle in the wind, desperately protected the entrance to the secret room. He was hunched over and covered in blood. His usually gentle face was now full of determination. The long sword in his hand trembled but pointed steadily forward, as if he wanted to defend the dignity of the family with his last breath. Seeing Yun Yao and the others, a glimmer of light flashed in the old housekeeper's turbid eyes, and his cracked lips whispered: "Master, Saint, hurry... secret room..." Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his body softened. If Chu Mochen hadn't been quick to support him, he would have fallen to the cold ground.
Yun Yao's eyes were red, and her heart was filled with grief and indignation. These innocent lives were lost because of her blood and the fragments of the Hongmeng scroll. Hatred burned like a flame in her heart. She gently settled the old housekeeper and walked quickly with Chu Mochen to the secret room. The door of the secret room was closed. The heavy stone door was full of vicissitudes and mystery. The patterns on it were intricate, like a silent history book. Yun Yao raised her hand, and the power of Hongmeng flowed out of her fingertips. The light flashed and gently touched the stone door. In an instant, the stone door, like a giant beast awakened, made a dull sound and slowly opened.
An ancient and mysterious atmosphere came to them. A huge bronze gate with star tracks engraved on it stood in front of them, like a prehistoric beast lying dormant. Twelve drops of golden blood were suspended on the gate, like bright stars. They were the blood of the twelve ancestors of the Hongmeng clan, containing endless power and vicissitudes of memory. Yun Yao took a deep breath, took a step forward, cut her fingertips, and red blood oozed out. When her blood drops approached the giant gate, it resonated with the blood on the gate instantly, as if by telepathy. The giant gate seemed to have awakened from a thousand-year-long sleep, making a light "click" sound, as if it had opened the lock of a dusty memory, and slowly cracked a gap, with a faint light shining through, as if calling them to step into this unknown realm.
The two stepped into the giant door, time and space seemed to be disordered, and a strong suction force sucked Yun Yao in. Chu Mochen was shocked and stretched out his hand to grab her, but was bounced back by an invisible barrier. He could only watch Yun Yao's figure disappear in the chaotic light. Yun Yao was in a chaotic space, like the birth of the universe, endless darkness and glittering stardust intertwined. Suddenly, twelve phantoms emerged, like giants walking out of the long river of history, they were the ancestors of Hongmeng. They were dressed in simple robes, their faces were majestic but revealing a bit of compassion, and the spiritual power fluctuations around them seemed like a materialized galaxy, which made this space tremble.
"Saint, only by passing the 'Trial of the Origin' can you be qualified to open the ancient door." A powerful voice echoed like a huge bell, and the leading ancestor looked directly at Yun Yao with a sharp gaze. Yun Yao straightened her spine and looked back with a firm gaze. She knew that this was a challenge of fate, and it was also the only way to explore the truth and protect the people she loved.
In the first level, the "Cause and Effect Mirror" is turned on. Yun Yao's eyes flashed with light, as if she had traveled through time and space and was in another world. She saw that if she had not traveled through time, the tragic life of the original owner Lin Yue would unfold like a picture scroll: Liu Yan'er was entangled like a venomous snake, Lin Yue was tortured to the point of being covered with wounds and haggard, and finally died in despair. Those scenes were like steel needles piercing Yun Yao's heart. She clenched her fists and secretly vowed to rewrite this tragic cause and effect. At this moment, the picture in the mirror distorted and turned into a sharp blade stabbing at her, as if to trap her in this predetermined fate. Yun Yao's eyes were stern, and she mobilized the power of Hongmeng in her body. The spiritual power bloomed like a shield, shattering the sharp blades one after another.
The second level, "Dao Heart Tribulation" is coming. Chu Mochen's figure emerged in the darkness, but he seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, turning into a demon, with cold eyes full of murderous intent. "Yun Yao, if you choose the common people today, I will disappear immediately; if you choose love, the world will fall into endless suffering because of you." The demon's voice was hoarse, as if it was bewitched from the underworld. Yun Yao's heart seemed to be torn apart, with her beloved on one side and the common people on the other, both ends of the scale were as heavy as Mount Tai. But in an instant, the light in her eyes was firm, and she knew that Chu Mochen would make the same choice if he was awake. She formed seals with both hands, and the power of Hongmeng surged, turning into a purifying light and rushing towards the "demon", muttering: "I want to protect the common people and live up to my love, and today I will break your inner demon illusion!" Wherever the light went, the darkness retreated, and Chu Mochen's figure became clear again, with relief and love in his eyes.
As the levels progressed, it became more and more difficult. The most dangerous ninth level, "Time and Space Paradox" came. Yun Yao unexpectedly met "another self" - as a scientific research body when Su Yao was alive, his eyes were cold like a machine, and his body exuded the breath of technology and indifference. "Yun Yao, do you think you are the darling of fate? You are just a little white mouse numbered 007 in the laboratory!" Mechanical Su Yao spoke, his voice was flat, and he swung his hand to use modern hot weapons, and bullets poured like a rainstorm. While Yun Yao was dodging, a bullet pierced her shoulder. She was in great pain, but she suddenly smiled. The "quantum wave gun" used by the other party was the project she participated in the research and development of in her previous life. This seemed like a joke of fate, but it also became her turning point. She used the power of Hongmeng to convert the energy in the bullet into spiritual energy, and then performed a modified version of "space folding technique" with her backhand. When her hands danced, the spiritual power seemed to weave space like a smart silk thread. In the blink of an eye, the mechanical Su Yao was trapped in the three-inch small world, with a look of astonishment on her face, as if she couldn't believe it.
After many hardships, Yun Yao was like a phoenix rising from the ashes. When she passed the twelfth level, a "Origin Order" appeared on her palm, and the shining light seemed to announce her victory. In an instant, the ancient door seemed to have been unlocked and opened completely. The light poured out like a torrent, illuminating the unknown world behind the door. Yun Yao took a step forward and stepped into the core of this new mystery. She knew that a more shocking truth and a more difficult challenge were waiting ahead, but at this moment, she was fearless, because there were people who loved her behind her and the power of protection in her heart.
Chu Mochen was anxious outside the door, and his spiritual power kept attacking the barrier, but it only caused ripples. Every minute and every second of waiting was torture for him, and his mind was full of dangerous scenes that Yun Yao might encounter. He had never hated his powerlessness so much as he did at this moment, and could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that Yun Yao would return safely. Time seemed to be stretched to an infinite length, and just when he was about to despair, the ancient door shone brightly, and Yun Yao's figure slowly emerged.
Her hair was a little messy, but her face was firm and relieved, and the "Origin Order" in her palm was shining. Chu Mochen took a step forward and hugged Yun Yao tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to integrate her into his bones and blood to make sure she was safe. The two hugged each other for a moment, and knew that this was not the time to relax. The road ahead was long and dangerous. They joined hands and walked towards the unknown galaxy space in the ancient gate, step by step, stepping into the deeper vortex of fate, but also moving firmly towards the truth and hope.
The world behind the door is like a dreamland, with countless light cocoons suspended, like the stars in the universe. Each light cocoon is sealed with the residual soul of the Hongmeng clan's strongmen, and the fluctuations of spiritual power are like silent ballads, telling the glory of the past. In the light cocoon in the center, there is a woman who looks exactly like Yun Yao - the first generation saint of the Hongmeng clan, and also her "original body". The residual souls shouted in unison: "The saint has returned, and the heavenly contract is about to be restarted." The voice is like heavenly music, shaking the soul.
Chu Mochen was about to approach, but was knocked back by the power of the light cocoon. Yun Yao exclaimed, and hurriedly sacrificed the Galaxy Wheel, infusing spiritual power into it, turning it into a light curtain to protect Chu Mochen. She looked at the residual souls with gentle but firm eyes: "These are my past lives, and every life has been reincarnated to restart the Hongmeng clan... But in this life, I don't want to be a saint anymore, I just want to be Yun Yao, my wife." After saying this, tears flashed in her eyes, which was a desire for ordinary love and a struggle against the shackles of fate.
However, fate is not always what one wishes. Suddenly, there was a violent vibration outside the ancient gate, like a thunderbolt at the end of the world. The leader of the Blood Evil Sect led the three hall masters to kill, like a dark cloud covering the sun, bringing endless murderous intent. Liu Yan'er carried the head of the old housekeeper in her hand, like a devil showing off the trophy, stepping on the corpses of the tribesmen on the ground and laughing wildly: "Yun Yao, do you think you are safe hiding in the turtle shell? I will suck all the blood of the Chu Mo family today!" Her face was distorted, and the madness in her eyes was like the burning fire of hell.
Chu Mochen's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes were full of grief and hatred. He saw his brother Chu Moxuan nailed to the ancient door, with a soul-piercing nail stuck in his chest, bleeding and dying. Yun Yao was also furious, crushing the origin order and forcibly interrupting the fusion. The spiritual power around her body was like boiling magma, and she sacrificed the Hongmeng Sword, the sword body shining, as if it could cut through the sky. "Save people first, at worst I can reincarnate again!" She spoke resolutely, and took Chu Mochen out of the cocoon like a god of war, surrounded by twelve ancestors' phantoms, like the dawn of the end of the world, and collided head-on with the people of the Blood Evil Sect. A war that shocked the world and made ghosts cry began. Life and death, love and hate, and fate all hung in this battle.