Time Travel: Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles

The martial arts world is immersed in the afterglow of the grand art transmission event, and the new disciples are full of vigor and vitality, adding a new and colorful color to the chivalrous world. However, in a remote and desolate valley, evil spirits, like dormant beasts, quietly awaken and spread wreaking havoc.

It was the site of the former lair of the black-robed men, razed to the ground. Yet, a strange glow emanated from the rubble, and wisps of black smoke curled upward, like evil spirits struggling to gather, unwilling to dissipate. A hunched, mysterious figure emerged, his black robe trailing the ground. A shadowy figure shrouded him, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light that seemed to chill the very heart of the soul. In his hand, he clutched a fragment of obsidian stone, engraved with eerie runes. It was the core of the evil that had lingered after the destruction of the cult, a source of unnoticed and forgotten.

"Hmph, those idiots thought that by destroying a few pages of paper, they could cut off our foundation?" The mysterious man's voice was hoarse, like the friction of sand and gravel, revealing deep hatred and madness, "When I restart my magic power and reunite the black robes, I will make this world of martial arts prostrate at our feet again!" After speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground and placed the obsidian fragment at the center of the formation. He danced with his hands and muttered to himself, and the demonic shadow roared and gathered into the stone. Black smoke billowed and the ground trembled, as if an ancient evil beast had broken the seal.

The surrounding villages were the first to suffer. Overnight, the peaceful land was transformed into a dead, ghostly place. The villagers, with hollow eyes and figures like puppets, were controlled by a mysterious figure, searching for rare spiritual objects and ancient martial arts manuals to aid him in restoring his magical powers. When word reached the Wulin Alliance, it was like a boulder dropped into water, sending ripples of shock. The leader, enraged, summoned the other heroes for a meeting. Su Yao and Ye Wuhen arrived hand in hand, their faces solemn.

"Too bad to have such a disaster happen again! It's all our fault for being so careless and not completely eradicating it!" Su Yao blamed herself, the Emei sword in her hand trembling slightly, as if sensing its owner's anger. Ye Wuhen gently stroked her shoulder, soothing her, and said in a deep voice, "There's no point in pursuing blame right now. We need to quickly investigate the situation and prevent the demonic power from being restored. We must not let the Black Robe disaster reignite!" Everyone nodded, immediately mustered their men and horses, and headed for the desolate valley.

Deep in the valley, the stench of decay pierced the air, and a demonic fog obscured the sun. A mysterious figure manipulated the villagers into forming a "demon puppet formation" to block the approaching force. The villagers within the formation roared and lunged forward, their fists and kicks chaotic, yet empowered by the demonic shadows, their power astonishing. Su Yao and Ye Wuhen exchanged a glance, then unleashed their agility, slicing through the formation like lightning. Their sword strikes shone with silver and blue light, sending the "demon puppets" carelessly careening through the formation without harming the villagers. The other warriors followed closely behind, either using palm strikes to repel the "demon puppets" or using acupressure to immobilize them, advancing with difficulty.

As they approached the mysterious figure, he suddenly rose to his feet, the obsidian fragments glowing brightly. His demonic power reached its peak, and a black streak of light, carrying a thousand pounds of force, rushed towards the group. Ye Wuhen's Tai Chi sword swung, dissipating the force and transforming it into strength. Su Yao took advantage of the situation and attacked from behind, but the mysterious figure dodged and slapped him with a backhand. Su Yao blocked with her sword, but was still knocked back several steps, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. "Humph, you little ant, you dare to ruin my plan!" the mysterious figure roared.

But the heroes showed no fear. They adjusted their sword formations and coordinated closely, weaving hidden weapons, palm techniques, and swordsmanship into a network to trap the mysterious man's attack. Ye Wuhen seized the opportunity and pointed his sword at the obsidian fragment, concentrating his strength to strike. With a "crack", the fragment cracked, and the mysterious man's face suddenly changed. His magic power rebounded, and his body staggered. Seeing this, Su Yao, gnashing with pain, joined forces and rushed forward. The Emei sword radiated its full strength and stabbed the mysterious man's vitals. With a "puff", blood spurted out, and the mysterious man's eyes widened and he fell to the ground. The magic mist gradually dissipated, and the villagers collapsed and were rescued.

After this battle, the Wulin Alliance realized that there is no end to eliminating evil. From then on, they set up a full-time patrol team to dig deep into the corners of the martial arts world to prevent evil from emerging again. The martial arts world also became more resilient under the baptism of crisis, and the name of chivalry shone even more brightly.