The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 576: Fallen Conspiracy

The afterglow of the Taoism Conference has not yet dissipated, and the entire cultivation world is still immersed in the vision of the future fusion of the two worlds. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen returned to Qinglan Sect hand in hand. Along the way, the disciples looked at them with respect and yearning, which was respect for the people who opened a new era of cultivation. However, under the calm appearance, the undercurrent was already surging.

As soon as Yun Yao entered her residence, an anonymous letter appeared on her desk, as if it had been waiting for her return. There was no signature on the letter, only a line of words that exuded a strange atmosphere: "If you want to know the final truth about your mother, meet in the back hall of Tiandaotai at midnight." Yun Yao's hand trembled slightly, and her mother's figure instantly emerged in her mind. Since she traveled through time, her mother's secret has been like a heavy fog, shrouding her on the road ahead. Every time she gets close to the truth, new mysteries always emerge. Now, this letter is like a ray of light in the darkness. Even if it may hide unknown dangers, she will never give up exploring.

Chu Mochen noticed Yun Yao's strangeness, and his eyes fell on the letter, his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle. He knew very well that at this sensitive moment, any disturbance might hide a mystery. "I'll go with you." His voice was low and firm, leaving no room for doubt. Yun Yao nodded slightly. With Chu Mochen by her side, her heart was inexplicably much calmer, but the uneasiness in her heart was still with her.

At midnight, the night was as dark as ink, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the entire Tiandao Terrace seemed to be covered by a black curtain, eerie and silent. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen hid their bodies and carefully moved towards the back hall. Along the way, the wind whistled in their ears, as if countless resentful spirits were whispering, or as if hidden enemies were watching in secret.

Halfway through the journey, something unexpected happened. In the darkness around them, a strong smell of blood suddenly emerged, and then the figures of the four Dharma Kings of the Fallen Church appeared like ghosts and surrounded them. The Dharma Kings were surrounded by demonic energy, with hideous masks on their faces, revealing only a pair of eyes emitting bloodthirsty light.

"Hmph, Yun Yao, today is the day you die!" The leading Dharma King roared, and the magic knife in his hand hummed, as if it was eager to drink blood.

Chu Mochen snorted coldly, and the quantum sword was unsheathed in an instant. The sword body shone with blue light, illuminating the surrounding darkness. "If you want to touch her, you have to get past me first!" He flashed, like a black lightning, and rushed towards the Dharma King first. His sword moves were sharp, and each sword had the power to break the wind, as if to tear the dark night sky apart.

Yun Yao was concerned about Chu Mochen, but she also knew that she couldn't be distracted at this moment. She suppressed her worries, gathered her spiritual power in her palm, and looked around vigilantly. The data spiritual root was quietly running, trying to find flaws in this chaotic situation.

The atmosphere in the back hall became increasingly depressing. The moment Yun Yao stepped into the hall, a chill hit her face. The candlelight in the hall flickered, and the light and shadows swayed on the wall, like a ghost dancing. The masked man stood quietly in the shadows. When he saw Yun Yao coming, he slowly stretched out his hand and handed over a crystal bottle.

"This is the last image of your mother left at the Space-Time Administration." The masked man's voice was hoarse and low, revealing a mysterious taste that made it impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Yun Yao's heart suddenly clenched, and she stretched out her hand with trembling hands to take the crystal bottle. The moment her fingertips touched the bottle, the crystal bottle suddenly exploded, and a dark green flame surged out, instantly enveloping her. The flame was not an ordinary fire, but the "Fallen Karma Fire" that could corrode the soul. Wherever the flame passed, the space seemed to be burned with black marks.

At the critical moment, Xiao Cui's figure shot towards them like a silver stream of light. There was no fear in her eyes, only determination. "My queen, hurry up!" Xiao Cui shouted, and then turned into countless data streams, like a fine net, protecting Yun Yao tightly behind her.

Yun Yao's eyes widened as she watched Xiao Cui's data gradually dissipate in the flames, tears welling up in her eyes. "Xiao Cui!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, reaching out to grab the drifting data streams, but she could only watch as Xiao Cui's data fragments were swallowed up bit by bit by the flames.

"Empress, go find the central administration center, where your father is..." Xiao Cui's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally dissipated in the air, leaving only that unfinished instruction.

At the same time, the battle outside the palace also entered a fierce stage. Chu Mochen fought one against four, and the quantum sword danced in his hand tightly. Wherever the sword shadow went, the devilish energy was overflowing. However, the four Dharma Kings of the Fallen Angels were not ordinary people. They joined forces to perform strange magic skills. Black devil shadows emerged from them, colliding with Chu Mochen's sword energy, making a deafening roar.

Chu Mochen's clothes were soaked with sweat, and there were several more wounds on his body. Blood oozed out and stained his clothes red. But his eyes became more determined, and the sword in his hand became more fierce. He thought of every bit of his acquaintance with Yun Yao, the life and death tests they had experienced together, and an endless power surged in his heart. "Today, no one can hurt her!" He roared, and the sword force suddenly changed. The inherited power of the Wujie sword cultivator was completely awakened at this moment. His sword condensed with the twin sword patterns of "Heavenly Way" and "Human Way", shining brightly, like two scorching suns, dispelling the darkness around them.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the shadows of the four Dharma Kings began to show flaws. They showed horror on their faces and wanted to escape, but it was too late. Chu Mochen seized the opportunity and stabbed out four swords in succession like a dragon out of the sea. Each sword accurately hit the vital point of a Dharma King. With four screams, the bodies of the four Dharma Kings fell to the ground and turned into a black mist and dissipated.

Chu Mochen didn't even have time to catch his breath, and rushed into the back hall. The scene he saw made his heart sink suddenly. Yun Yao was kneeling on the ground, holding Xiao Cui, who was gradually becoming transparent, in her arms, tears silently fell, and the star map of the entire Tiandao Terrace was reflected in her eyes, which was filled with endless grief and determination.

"Yun Yao..." Chu Mochen called softly, his voice full of heartache.

Yun Yao slowly raised her head and her eyes met Chu Mochen's. Her eyes no longer had the agility of the past, only deep sadness and determination. "Chu Mochen, take me to the space-time rift." Her voice was terrifyingly calm, as if there was nothing in the world that could move her anymore. "I want to go to the Administration, no matter what the cost."

Chu Mochen silently held her hand tightly, noticing that her fingertips had been burned by the fire, but she seemed to be unaware of it. He knew that at this moment, Yun Yao's soul was assimilated with the core components, and the pain was definitely not something the flesh could endure. But he knew even more clearly that no matter what was waiting for them ahead, he would not let go of her hand, even if it meant becoming an enemy of the entire world.

The two men stood up and walked out of the back hall step by step. The moonlight shone on them, reflecting two lonely and determined figures. Behind them was a mess, and in front of them was an unknown danger. But there was no retreat in their eyes, only determination to move forward. Because they knew that all this was not only about their own destiny, but also about the future of the two worlds.

On the way to the space-time rift, Yun Yao kept thinking about Xiao Cui's words. She remembered her mother once said: "The core of the AI guardian spirit is hidden in the seventh fragment of the quantum core." Now, Xiao Cui disappeared to save her, how could she live up to this sacrifice.

“Xiao Cui, don’t worry, I will not let your sacrifice be in vain.” Yun Yao swore silently in her heart. She clenched her fists, and the spiritual power and data roots in her body were running wildly, as if responding to her determination.

At the entrance of the space-time rift, the wind was howling and the space was twisting. The leader of the Fallen Cult had been waiting here for a long time. His figure was looming in the twisted space, exuding a chilling aura. This person actually had twin spiritual roots similar to Yun Yao, but one of them was a "fallen spiritual root" that devoured everything.

"Yun Yao, do you think that the fusion core can control time and space?" Behind the master, countless phantoms of swallowed worlds appeared. Those worlds wailed in pain behind him, as if telling of their tragic fate of being swallowed. "Back then, your father was killed by the Administration because he tried to create a new world!" His voice was full of sarcasm and pride, as if he was showing off the secrets he knew.

Chu Mochen's Dragon Roar Sword sensed the anger of its master and suddenly made a clear sound. He protected Yun Yao behind him, and the power of the Wujie Sword Cultivator's inheritance surged on the sword. The twin sword patterns shone brightly, confronting the momentum of the leader of the Fallen Cult. "Today is the day of your destruction!" He shouted angrily and rushed towards the leader first.

Yun Yao was not to be outdone. She wiped away her tears and turned her grief into strength. The Creation Spiritual Root glowed in her body, and the data patterns and spiritual power veins intertwined to form a powerful force. She did not have a sword in her hand, but her body was surrounded by countless runes composed of data and spiritual power, like a god of war from ancient times.

Twin spiritual roots versus twin sword patterns, this battle is so shocking that it can make the world weep. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen work closely together, and each of their attacks carries the power of two worlds. The space-time storm in the space-time rift becomes their aid, and the lightning in the storm is used as a weapon by them. Sword Qi and runes shuttle through the storm, and wherever they pass, space collapses and time distorts.

The leader of the Fallen Angel Cult used all his strength, and his Fallen Angel Spiritual Root constantly devoured the surrounding energy, trying to suppress Yun Yao and Chu Mochen. But Yun Yao relied on her control over the data to break his devouring power again and again. She integrated the power of the data spiritual root into the space-time storm, disrupting the leader's energy intake and repeatedly frustrating his offensive.

Chu Mochen, relying on his superb swordsmanship as a Wujie sword cultivator, fought the sect master in close combat. His sword moves were unpredictable, and each sword was aimed at the sect master's vital points. The twin sword patterns not only gave him powerful attack power, but also gave him the ability to see through flaws. In the sect master's endless demonic shadows, he could always find that fatal flaw.

The battle lasted for a long time, and both sides were covered in wounds. Yun Yao's face was as pale as paper, and her spiritual power was almost exhausted, but her eyes were still firm. Chu Mochen also had several deep wounds on his body, and the blood dyed the ground under his feet red, but the sword in his hand never trembled at all.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, Yun Yao suddenly remembered Xiao Cui's sacrifice, and an endless grief and anger surged in her heart. She looked up to the sky and roared, gathering the last bit of strength in her body into her palm, and then pushed it out violently. A ray of light containing the spiritual root of creation and endless obsession rushed towards the leader of the Fallen Cult. Wherever the light passed, time and space seemed to be frozen.

The master sensed the power of this attack and tried to dodge, but it was too late. The light hit him hard, knocking him out and hitting the barrier of the space-time rift, making a dull thud.

"Today, I will spare your life." Yun Yao said coldly. Although her voice was weak, it was full of unquestionable majesty. "But remember, one day, I will completely destroy you and your Fallen Cult."

After that, she and Chu Mochen supported each other and walked step by step into the depths of the space-time rift. Their figures gradually disappeared in the twisted space, leaving only a messy battlefield, witnessing this thrilling battle. Behind them were the expectations and hopes of the two worlds, and in front of them was the center of the Administration Bureau full of unknowns. What challenges and opportunities would be waiting for them...