Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Oh no!"

Before he finished speaking, a guard stumbled onto the eaves, his silver armor stained with dust, and the ends of his sleeves dripping with seawater:

"Report to the Sect Master! The martial arts arena suddenly shook violently, the ground veins and patterns were all disordered, and there seemed to be..."

"Wong..."

Before the guard could finish his words, the entire city wall suddenly shook violently, tiles fell like raindrops, and a dull roar came from the direction of the martial arts field in the distance, as if the earth was being torn apart.

"!"

Rong Mama's sleeves suddenly tightened, the dark purple fabric rustling in the wind, and her fingertips turned white from the force:

"Sect Master, could it be that the Chaos Beast incarnated by Mo Xie is about to break the seal?"

There was an unconcealable fear in her voice, and her cloudy eyes stared at Mo Lan - when Mo Xie fell into the abyss for the power of chaos, the chaos beast suppressed underground was the most serious hidden danger of the Shen Sect.

"Yun'er..."

Mo Lan's brows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character, her snow-white sleeves moved without wind, and the silver-blue patterns flowing between her sleeves were like an inverted galaxy.

She stared at the gray fog swirling in the direction of the martial arts field, and the rhythmic energy around her suddenly surged, shattering the approaching chaos fragments into powder.

"Wong..."

The tremors coming from underground became more and more intense. The ancient demon-suppressing chains made a clanging sound as they could not bear the heavy burden. The seal inscriptions were twisted and deformed under the erosion of chaos, and a strange dark golden light seeped out.

"You go down first and continue to protect the safety of the cat people. I will make the decision on this matter."

Molan's voice was as calm as a deep pool, but it concealed an unquestionable majesty.

The guard saluted with his fists, and when he turned around, his feet were unstable and he was almost knocked over by the shaking ground, but he still managed to run away.

"metropolitan……"

Madam Rong opened her mouth to dissuade her, but she saw the dark blue and snow-white sleeves soaring into the sky like a silver dragon, spreading a dazzling arc of light behind her.

"Guard the city gates and don't let any chaos escape."

Molan's voice came with the wind, and she had turned into a stream of light and shot towards the martial arts field.

"Ugh……"

Madam Rong looked at the clan leader's receding back and sighed heavily. She swung out her dark purple sleeves violently, stirring up a gust of wind that shattered all the chaotic fragments floating around the city wall.

She whispered:

"Mo Xie... because of your stubbornness, now..."

……

The cracks on the ground of the martial arts field spread like a spider web, and the ancient demon-suppressing formation was peeling off.

Molan's sleeves were the first to touch the shaking ground, and the blue power was injected along the cracks, but it was like a drop in the ocean, and was swallowed up in an instant.

“Did it resonate?”

Her pupils shrank slightly - the breath coming from underground was a mixture of Mo Xie's remaining obsession and the brutality of the original chaos. This power was several times more terrifying than she had imagined.

"Roar……"

And at the core of the seal, where it was about to break, a giant claw covered with barbs was slowly tearing open a crack in the earth. The chaotic slime dripping from the claw tip corroded everything it touched into nothingness...

Just as Mo Lan's sleeves formed silver-blue rhythmic patterns, the tremors in the martial arts arena suddenly reached their peak.

The crisp sound of chains breaking came from underground, and dark golden chaos rose into the sky like a fountain.

"Weng!"

Just as she was about to suppress it with all her might, a familiar icy force suddenly burst out from the cracks. It was pure rhythmic power with frost flowers, splitting the chaos like a sharp sword. Wherever it passed, dark golden lines instantly condensed into ice crystals.

"..."

The violently shaking ground suddenly returned to calm, with only the ice crystals floating in the air reflecting a faint light.

"!"

Molan's sleeves froze in mid-air, her snow-white hair was blown up by the aftershocks, and a rare ripple appeared in her eyes:

"Yun'er, are you back?"

She bent down and picked up a piece of ice crystal that had not yet melted, and her fingertips stroked the flowing rhythmic patterns on it. The cold figure in her memory overlapped with the power before her.

However, the chaotic clouds rolling in the sky interrupted her thoughts.

In the gray-black clouds, the breath of primordial chaos became stronger and stronger, and the destructive pressure coming from the direction of Da Zong caused the air to distort.

"!"

Molan raised her head suddenly, and her sleeves once again radiated a sharp light.

Regardless of whether Mo Yun returns or not, the crisis facing Mao Tu at this moment is the top priority.

"Whether you are Yun'er or not..."

Molan murmured softly, put the ice crystal into her sleeve, and looked up at the chaotic sky.

As the leader of the Shen Sect, she knew very well that she must not leave the sect at this moment - once the aftermath of the original chaos invaded, the thousands of cat people in the Shen Sect would lose their protection.

When she turned around, her sleeves drew a semicircular barrier in the air, isolating all the remaining chaotic fluctuations.

Rong Mama's anxious shouts were heard in the distance, and Molan's figure was already swooping down like a silver dragon, flying towards the center of the martial arts field.

Wherever the snow-white sleeves passed, the rhythmic patterns spread like ripples, reinforcing the crumbling sect's barrier.

"Activate all water rhyme patterns!"

Molan stood at the core of the martial arts arena, and as her sleeves fluttered, the waters surrounding her sect glowed with a silver-blue halo.

She stared firmly at the chaotic sky, thinking to herself:

"As long as we protect our sect well, we will be providing the greatest support to Maotu. Yun'er... I hope Maotu will still be there when you return."

As the last rhythm pattern lit up, the defensive barrier of the Body Sect was completely formed, firmly blocking the pressure of chaos outside.

……

Deep in the gloomy valley, thick inky fog entangled the dilapidated old house. The mottled brick walls were covered with dark golden runes, beating like blood vessels in the chaotic fluctuations.

The copper bells under the eaves moved without wind, and the humming sound they made was sharp and piercing, as if countless wronged souls were wailing loudly.

An was half lying on a rotten carved wooden chair, his pale, almost transparent fingers slowly stroking an ancient book that was glowing with a faint green light. Every time he turned a page, the chaotic fragments floating around him would scream like a baby crying, and the air was filled with a mixture of stench and rust.

"..."

Yin Mo Luo knelt on one knee on the cracked blue brick floor. The bone wings formed by the shadows behind him trembled slightly, and the sharp claws knocked on the ground, sparks flying:

"Report to Lord An! The primordial chaotic power of the Da Sect has completely gone berserk, and all twelve sects have sensed the disturbance. Although Huan Ye, Ma Buliang, and Zhi Rou have temporarily suppressed the host, the speed at which the chaos is spreading is far beyond expectations..."

"enough."

An's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the abyss of the underworld, carrying a chill that could corrode the soul.

He flicked his fingertips, and the ancient book suddenly moved without a breeze. The yellowed parchment turned to the page recording the Chaos Core Totem. Scarlet lines twisted and swirled on the paper like a living thing.

“They know what to do.”

The other Shang couldn't help but take a half step forward, revealing only a pair of eyes gleaming with a faint light from under his hood:

"But this power has gotten out of control. If it spreads to other sects..."

"The order of Cat Earth should have been completely overturned by chaos long ago."

An slowly raised his head, the chaotic vortex in his left eye spun wildly, emitting a breathtaking red light, but his right eye was like a dead and silent pool, without any ripples.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc, and his pale face looked particularly gloomy in the chaotic light and shadow.

"The so-called peace among the twelve sects is nothing but a lie they use to deceive themselves."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly threw the ancient book into the air. The book instantly turned into thousands of black butterflies, circling wildly in the room. The runes on the wall flashed violently, and the entire space began to distort.

"Yin Mo Luo, activate the valley's chaos barrier."

An leaned back in his chair, his eyes full of madness and expectation.

"Once the primordial power of chaos is completely extracted, this decaying world will finally usher in the dawn of chaos."

"..."

Yin Mo Luo exchanged a glance with the other dead, and although he still had doubts in his heart, he saluted respectfully with his fists clasped.

As they left the old house filled with chaotic pressure, An fell silent again. Only the chaotic fluctuations remaining in the air became stronger and stronger, etching dark golden lines that continued to spread on the ground, like a huge web of death.

Meanwhile, outside the Haze Valley, a chaotic storm was sweeping across Cat Land with overwhelming force. The entire continent was trembling violently under the pressure of this destructive force. However, no one knew that the shocking chess game that An had long ago laid was slowly coming to an end...