ebookland Chapter 648 Prisoner of Fate
Chapter 648 Prisoner of Fate
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stood in front of the space crack that appeared in the direction of Guixu. The rolling demonic energy that overflowed from it was like a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws, wantonly corroding everything around it, even the true Dao rhyme that permeated the air was quickly corroded by it, making a "sizzling" sound. The two looked at each other, their eyes were determined, and they stepped into this unknown and dangerous crack without hesitation.
As soon as they passed through the crack, an extremely oppressive atmosphere hit them, as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling their throats. What came into view was a world like purgatory - the sky was shrouded in thick haze, with no sunlight, and it was so gloomy that it seemed to collapse at any time; the ground was dry and cracked, with gullies crisscrossing, and flowing with a foul-smelling dark red liquid, as if pus and blood gushed out after the earth was injured.
Looking around, the town was dead silent. The houses on the street were dilapidated, and the walls were covered with strange black vines, which seemed to have life and twisted their bodies from time to time. Occasionally, a few pedestrians hurried by on the street, their eyes were empty and lifeless, like zombies, and each of them had a glowing rune branded on his forehead, which was the terrifying symbol of "predestined fate".
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen walked into a small town. As soon as they arrived at the city gate, they saw a group of children being driven by several people in black robes with stern faces. The children were only about seven or eight years old, ragged, with dirty faces and eyes full of fear and helplessness. One of the black-robed men held a long whip in his hand, which made a harsh sound in the air from time to time, and he shouted in a stern voice: "Hurry up and leave! If you don't complete the training task today, no one will think about eating!" The children huddled and staggered forward.
Seeing this, Yun Yao was furious and was about to step forward to stop it, but was gently pulled back by Chu Mochen. He shook his head slightly and whispered, "Let's see the situation, don't be impulsive, the situation here is far more complicated than we thought." Yun Yao bit her lower lip, suppressed her indignation, and nodded.
The two quietly followed the group of children and came to a gloomy training ground. The ground was filled with a pungent smell of medicine, and all kinds of strange instruments were placed around. Some were shaped like huge water tanks, filled with dark green liquid, and constantly bubbling; some were like iron beds, with some unconscious people tied to them. Their bodies were shrouded in strange lights, and they seemed to be suffering inhuman torture.
The children were forced to stand in a row, and a white-haired old man appeared in front of them. He was dressed in a gray robe, with a cold look in his eyes. He held a tattered book in his hand and began to recite the difficult cultivation formula. The children mechanically repeated it, and if they made a mistake, they would be beaten and scolded by the black-robed man next to them.
Yun Yao couldn't stand it any longer and was about to explode when she heard a violent cough coming from the room next door. The two looked at each other and approached the room cautiously. Looking through the crack in the door, they saw a dying girl lying on a shabby bed in the room. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were chapped, and the mark of fate on her forehead was flickering with a faint light, as if it would go out at any time.
The girl seemed to sense someone outside the door, and turned her head with difficulty, her eyes full of vigilance and despair. When she saw Yun Yao and Chu Mochen outside the door, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by despair. Yun Yao gently opened the door, walked to the girl's bed, and asked softly: "Girl, what's wrong with you? Why do you look like this?"
The girl's cracked lips moved, and she uttered a weak voice: "Those who resist...will have their memories erased and become puppets of the heavens. You can't win..." Her words were full of powerlessness and sadness. Yun Yao looked at the glaring mark of fate on the girl's forehead, and her heart ached. She suddenly remembered her situation in the palace. Wasn't she also tightly bound by the shackles of fate at that time, seemingly powerless to resist? But she never gave up and struggled all the way to the present.
Yun Yao gently held the girl's hand and sent a gentle spiritual power to her, trying to ease her pain. She said softly, "Back then I also thought I couldn't resist, but look, I'm standing here now. As long as you have hope, there is always a possibility of change." A touch of emotion flashed across the girl's eyes, but soon dimmed. She smiled bitterly and shook her head, "You don't understand the way of heaven here. It is too powerful and controls everything. Any behavior that disobeys it will be ruthlessly wiped out."
Chu Mochen walked forward, looked at the girl firmly and said, "Even so, we will not sit idly by. All things in this world should have the right to choose. How can we allow the laws of nature to control them at will?" The girl listened to his words with a hint of confusion in her eyes, as if she had never thought that anyone would dare to challenge the authority of the laws of nature.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked through the window and saw a group of black-robed men escorting several young people. The young people were angry and shouted, "We don't want the fate that was arranged for us! We want freedom!" However, their resistance was met with brutal suppression by the black-robed men. Spiritual energy whipped them, and their skin was torn and blood was dripping.
Yun Yao couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed out of the door, taking out the Fire Sword in her hand, with flames burning on the sword. She shouted angrily: "Stop! How can you be so cruel!" Seeing this, the people in black robes were stunned at first, and then they showed a ferocious smile: "Humph, where did you come from, outsiders, and how dare you go wild here? Since you are here, don't even think about leaving!" After that, they took out their magic weapons and attacked Yun Yao.
Chu Mochen followed closely behind, holding the black ice knife in his hand, and fighting side by side with Yun Yao. The two cooperated well, and for a while they beat the group of black-robed people back step by step. But more and more black-robed people came, like a tide, their attack methods were endless, and with the help of the power of the outer world, each attack brought a strong sense of oppression.
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen gradually felt exhausted, and their spiritual energy consumption became more and more serious. In a confrontation, Yun Yao was accidentally hit by a strange black spiritual energy, and her body swayed and she almost fell. Seeing this, Chu Mochen was extremely anxious and quickly flew over to protect her behind him. He swung the black ice knife in his hand tightly and blocked wave after wave of attacks for her.
The girl watched this scene on the bed, and she felt inexplicably moved. She struggled to sit up, forming seals with her hands, and muttered something. The fate mark on her forehead suddenly emitted a faint light, flew towards Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, and merged into their spiritual power. Although this power was weak, it was like a clear spring, instantly moisturizing the tired bodies of the two and restoring their spiritual power a little.
Yun Yao looked at the girl in surprise and said gratefully: "Girl, you are..." The girl smiled slightly on her pale face: "Although I am powerless to resist, I also want to do my best. You are the bravest people I have ever met. Maybe, there is hope..."
However, at this moment, the sky suddenly turned dark as ink, with lightning and thunder. A deafening voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell: "How dare you, tiny ants, spread chaos in my domain?" As the voice fell, a huge chain fell from the sky, like a winding dragon, instantly engulfing Yun Yao and Chu Mochen in the "Storm of Fate".
In the storm, time and space seemed to be in disarray, and countless "what if" worlds flashed before their eyes like a revolving lantern - if they had never met, Yun Yao might continue to live an ordinary life in the modern world, doing an ordinary job, working from nine to five, worrying about the trivialities of life, but would never know the grandeur of the world of cultivation; if Yun Yao stayed in the modern world, Chu Mochen might follow the established trajectory in the world of cultivation and become a cold-blooded emperor, sitting alone on a high throne, overlooking the people, but his heart was filled with power and intrigue, without a trace of warmth; if Chu Mochen became a tyrant, the world of cultivation would fall into endless darkness, the people would be displaced, the sects would continue to quarrel, and blood would stain every inch of land red...
But no matter how the world changes, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen only have each other in their eyes. They hold each other's hands tightly, as if they are their only support in this turbulent storm. "Chu Mochen, do you know?" Yun Yao chuckled in the turbulence of time and space. Although her hair was messed up by the wind, her face was filled with determination and happiness. "From the first time you blocked Liu Yan'er's plot for me outside the palace, I knew that this man is worthy of my trust for a lifetime."
Chu Mochen's eyes flashed with countless selves in the world, each of them was confused and struggling in a different destiny, but in the end they all converged into the determination in front of him. He looked at Yun Yao affectionately and said, "Yun Yao, my way is to protect you against the way of heaven and accompany you to see all possible scenery."
The twin Dao Hearts burst out at this moment, and the bright light was like two scorching suns, tearing a gap in the seemingly indestructible storm of fate. Under the illumination of this light, the chains of the outer world of heaven made a "creaking" sound and broke inch by inch. Behind them, countless golden lights rose up - that was the awakened heart of freedom, igniting the first spark of resistance in the outer world. Although this spark was weak, it was like the light before dawn, bringing a glimmer of hope to this dark and desperate world, indicating that a thrilling change was about to begin.