Time Travel: Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles

The storm of battle raged in the circular hall, as Ye Wuhen, Lin Xiaoxiao, and Bai Zhi's confrontation with the stone statue reached a fever pitch. The statue resembled a merciless war beast, and every swing of its massive stone arms unleashed a gust of wind-like winds, squeezing the air until it crackled, as if the entire space were trembling with this destructive force.

Ye Wuhen, like a nimble phantom, darted effortlessly between the stone statue's furious attacks. His gaze, like a torch, locked onto the statue's every move, attempting to discern a pattern in its seemingly chaotic attack. "We can't just blindly charge. We must discover the pattern of the statue's movements!" His voice, audible above the cacophony of battle, carried undeniable resolve.

Lin Xiaoxiao held the little fox tightly, her body like a nimble deer, darting quickly through dangerous gaps. The little fox mewled nervously in her arms, seemingly sensing the tense atmosphere. "I feel like there's a delay in their attacks, like an old, still-running machine, a tiny pause between one strike and the next!" she cried, keenly tracking the rhythm of the statue's attacks.

Bai Zhi, like a ghost in the night, glided gracefully behind the statue with unparalleled agility. The silver needles in her hand gleamed coldly in the dim light, and like a messenger of death, they shot at the statue's joints. "Indeed, and they're clumsy in turning. This is our chance." Before she finished her words, the silver needles in her hand rained down again, several of which pierced the narrow gaps between the statue's knees with pinpoint accuracy.

In an instant, a faint light like a meteor flashed at the knee of the attacked stone statue. Then, the originally indestructible stone statue incredibly loosened a little at the knee, accompanied by a slight creaking sound, as if the first crack appeared in the ancient seal.

"It's working! Focus on their joints!" Ye Wuhen's eyes flashed with excitement. Like an eagle spreading its wings, he seized the opportunity and leaped high. In mid-air, he channeled his inner energy like a surging river into the "Star Demon-Breaking Sword." The blade shone brightly, like a dazzling star. He thrust fiercely at the stone statue's elbow. The moment the sword and the stone statue collided, a string of dazzling sparks flew, and a deep crack appeared in the stone statue's elbow, as if the earth had been torn apart.

With the three men's seamless coordination, the statue's movements gradually slowed, and cracks spread across its body like a spiderweb. Finally, with a deafening roar, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth were splitting, the first statue collapsed in a puff of dust, transforming into a lifeless pile of rubble. The sound of the tumbling debris echoed through the hall, like the first hymn of their victory.

"Great! We can defeat them!" Lin Xiaoxiao cheered excitedly, her cheers echoing throughout the hall, bringing a brief moment of relief to the tense atmosphere. However, before they could savor this moment of joy, the other statues, as if enraged, the red light in their eyes grew even more intense, their attacks accelerating dramatically. They pressed forward like a surging tide, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"Don't relax, there are still several stone statues!" Bai Zhi reminded solemnly. She flashed and rushed towards the stone statue again like an arrow. The silver needle in her hand turned into streams of light, leaving silver trails in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, and started a new round of thrilling battle with the stone statue.

In this race against time and death, their sweat poured down like rain, their clothes soaked and clinging to their bodies. Every breath burned their lungs, yet their gaze remained as resolute as steel. After a grueling and thrilling battle, the last stone statue collapsed with a roar. The dust settled, and they had successfully destroyed all the statues. Now, like weary warriors returning from battle, they stood there exhausted, their chests heaving, breathing heavily, and sweat streaming down their cheeks.

"Finally... it's solved, but the puzzle of the disc... is still waiting for us." Ye Wuhen panted and cast his gaze at the rotating disc in the center of the hall. His eyes were full of solemnity, as if the disc was a sleeping giant beast that would wake up at any time and bring new disasters.

They slowly approached the disk, each step cautious. The strange symbols and patterns on the disk exuded an unfathomable aura, as if from another, ancient and distant world. Those symbols were like spells imbued with mysterious power. Just staring at them for a moment made one feel dizzy, as if their souls were being sucked into the endless, mysterious vortex.

Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't help but reach out, wanting to touch the disc, trying to uncover its secrets. Just as her fingertips were about to touch the disc, Bai Zhi quickly stopped her. "Don't move! These symbols may harbor unforeseen dangers. Touching them rashly could trigger new traps." Bai Zhi's voice was serious and tense, her eyes never leaving the disc, as if she were wary of some unknown threat.

As they gathered around the disc, racking their brains to figure out how to solve the puzzle, the light on it suddenly intensified without warning, radiating like a blazing sun across the hall. Within the glow, symbols began to detach from the disc, casting ethereal images in the air. These images unfolded before them like ancient scrolls, revealing mysterious sacrificial scenes, complex formations reminiscent of the movement of stars, and bizarre creatures emanating a mysterious aura. Their forms were so unique they seemed to have come from the depths of the universe.

"These images must be related to the puzzle. We need to observe carefully." Ye Wuhen's eyes were like lightning, staring at the images closely, not missing any details. His brain was working rapidly, trying to find hidden clues from these complicated pictures.

Lin Xiaoxiao, also gazing intently at the image, suddenly lit up, as if she had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness. "Look, there seems to be some connection between the order of the offerings in the ritual scene and the placement of some of the symbols on the disc!" Her voice, tinged with excitement and a hint of surprise, broke the tense silence.

Following this line of thought, they continued to observe in depth and found that the direction of the magic array seemed to have a subtle correspondence with the direction of certain patterns on the disk, like a key hidden in the fog, gradually revealing its outline.

"I understand. We need to follow the clues in these images and rearrange the symbols and patterns on the disk." Bai Zhi's eyes gleamed with wisdom, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating their path. Her voice was steady and confident, bringing hope to everyone.

So, they cautiously reached out and began to manipulate the disk. With each touch, they felt a mysterious power coursing through their fingertips, as if they were in conversation with ancient wisdom. They moved the symbols and patterns according to the sequence they had analyzed from the image. With each movement, the disk emitted a low humming sound, like an ancient chant, a response to their manipulations, echoing through the empty hall and causing a tremor in their hearts and minds.

As the last symbol fell into place, the disc, as if fulfilling its mission, ceased its rotation. Instantly, a dazzling light, like a sunburst, shot up from the center of the disc. Like a massive pillar, it shot straight up to the hall's dome, illuminating every corner and dispelling all darkness. Within the light, a mysterious door slowly opened, revealing a passageway to the unknown. From this passage blew a mysterious, cold wind, seemingly carrying the call of a distant world, awaiting their entry.

"This should be the exit, let's go!" Ye Wuhen said with a firm look. He took the first step and walked towards the door.

(End of this chapter)

[Note: This story is purely fictional. Any similarity is purely coincidental.]