Time Travel: Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles

Ye Wuhen stepped toward the light curtain, his steps seemingly steady and resolute, yet his heart was filled with panic. He knew this test wasn't just a matter of life and death, but also of life and death, affecting the deeply shattered relationship between him and Lin Xiaoxiao. With every step, he couldn't help but glance at Lin Xiaoxiao. She followed him, but the resentment in her eyes was like a thorn of ice, deeply stinging Ye Wuhen's heart. He was filled with regret and secretly vowed to keep her safe and repair their friendship.

As he approached the light curtain, an overwhelming force surged in, like a boundless, transparent wall. Ye Wuhen immediately focused his energy and energy. The "Star Devil-Breaking Sword" instantly shone brightly, as if to compete with the power of the light curtain. He carefully touched the light curtain with the tip of his sword. In an instant, the light at the point of contact between the sword tip and the light curtain swirled wildly like a turbulent vortex. A suction force like that of a prehistoric beast suddenly erupted, like an invisible hand, trying to pull Ye Wuhen completely into the light curtain.

"Everyone be careful, this light curtain is incredibly powerful, don't get sucked in!" Ye Wuhen shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the passage with a bit of tension.

Lin Xiaoxiao just glanced at him coldly and said, "Hmph, you don't need to remind me, I'm not a fool." Having said that, she still stopped, hugged the little fox tightly, and stared at the mysterious light curtain vigilantly, with a trace of imperceptible worry in her eyes.

Bai Zhi's brows were furrowed, like two heavy mountains. "This is undoubtedly a huge challenge. We can't act rashly. We must plan carefully before taking any action."

Ye Wuhen looked at the two of them, and an idea flashed in his mind, "Let's try to work together and gather our internal energy. Maybe we can resist this suction."

Lin Xiaoxiao showed hesitation, her eyes moving back and forth between Ye Wuhen and the light curtain, "Will this work? If it fails, we will die without a burial place."

"There is no other way right now, we can only give it a try." Bai Zhi looked at Ye Wuhen firmly, with trust and worry intertwined in her eyes.

Ye Wuhen nodded slightly, his eyes sincere and earnest. He extended his hand, "Come on, just like before, we trust each other and will definitely get through this."

Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before finally placing her hand on it. The three of them formed a circle, their internal energy flowing slowly and gradually converging. In an instant, they shone brilliantly, forming a dazzling shield of light, engaging in a thrilling confrontation with the powerful suction of the light curtain.

However, the power of the light curtain seemed to possess an intelligence, constantly growing stronger. The three of them suddenly felt a surge of pressure, as if an invisible mountain were bearing down on them. Beads of sweat fell from Lin Xiaoxiao's forehead, their sizeable beads rolling down. She clenched her teeth. "I... I can't hold on any longer." Her voice trembled slightly, her exertion evident.

Ye Wuhen was terribly anxious upon seeing this. He looked at Lin Xiaoxiao's pained expression, filled with self-blame. If it weren't for the previous argument and the resulting depression, she wouldn't be in such a difficult situation right now. "Xiaoxiao, hold on! We can do this!" He shouted encouragement, increasing his internal energy output to try to stabilize the situation.

Bai Zhi was also struggling to hold on. Her face was getting paler, but she remained calm. "Let's adjust the rhythm of our internal energy and imitate the method we used to break the cursed light curtain."

With Bai Zhi's reminder, the three of them quickly adjusted, their internal energy flowing more smoothly, and their resistance to the light curtain also increased. After a difficult and extraordinary struggle, they finally took a small step towards the light curtain. This tiny progress was like a ray of light in the darkness, igniting their hope.

"Great, it works! Let's continue." Ye Wuhen couldn't hide his excitement.

But at this moment, countless phantoms suddenly emerged from the light curtain, each representing their deepest fears. Ye Wuhen's eyes flashed with the bloody scene of his childhood family members tragically killed by the enemy. The shrill screams and blood-stained ground filled him with panic, and he was on the verge of collapse. Lin Xiaoxiao witnessed herself being ruthlessly abandoned in the dark forest by her former companions. The surroundings were gloomy and terrifying, and loneliness and despair overwhelmed her like a tide, and her body trembled violently and involuntarily. Bai Zhi witnessed the terrifying moment when she nearly went insane due to a mistake in her ancient martial arts training. The feeling of her soul being devoured by darkness once again surged into her heart, and cold sweat oozed from her back like rain.

These terrifying phantoms, like demons, frantically disturbed their minds, and their internal energy instantly became chaotic. The light curtain's suction force took this opportunity to become even stronger, and they were once again enveloped in danger, as if they were trapped in an endless abyss.

"Don't be fooled by the illusion, those are all fake!" Ye Wuhen shouted with all his might, trying to awaken his own and his companions' sanity, but the lifelike picture was like a thorn in his side, causing his hands to tremble slightly.

Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back any longer, tears welled up in her eyes, "I'm so scared, I don't want to go through this again." Her voice was tearful and full of helplessness.

Bai Zhi took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "We must overcome this. This is a severe test for our souls." After that, she closed her eyes tightly, held her breath, and tried to eliminate distracting thoughts and regain the balance of her inner strength.

Ye Wuhen looked at the pained Lin Xiaoxiao and knew he had to give her strength. He suppressed his fear and held Lin Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, his eyes filled with determination. "Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid. I'm here. That's all in the past. We won't let such a tragedy happen again."

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Ye Wuhen with tears in her eyes. She drew a trace of courage from his rock-hard eyes. She wiped her tears and said, "Well, let's overcome it together."

With each other's encouragement, they regained their composure and gathered their inner strength. This time, with the unwavering resolve of a last-ditch effort, they launched a final charge toward the light curtain. Finally, they successfully broke through the light curtain and reached the other side.

At this moment, they were exhausted, both physically and mentally, as if they had just survived a brutal war. But in this life-or-death ordeal, their bond, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, was sublimated. They knew that after this ordeal, their friendship had become as solid as a rock, unbreakable. However, they had no time to dwell on it, for they knew they had to complete their mission in the ruins and return to their ancient martial arts sect. The family feud had spread like wildfire, consuming the entire martial arts world.

Returning to the sect, I was met with a scene of chaos. The feud between clans had ceased to be a clandestine rivalry; it had morphed into brazen bloodshed. The streets were strewn with blood and broken limbs, a scene resembling a living hell. Former fellow disciples now drew their swords against each other for the sake of their clan's interests, their eyes filled with hatred and murderous intent.

Ye Wuhen's clan was also locked in a bitter struggle. The Ye family compound was filled with cries of killing and shouting. The enemy surged forward like a tide, and though the clan guards fought desperately, the enemy was outnumbered and advancing with overwhelming force. Ye Wuhen's father, Ye Zhentian, was locked in a fierce battle with the leader of a rival clan. Ye Zhentian wielded the "Sky-Splitting Blade," each strike carried the force of a tsunami, but the enemy was no less formidable. The two sides clashed back and forth, a crisscrossing chorus of swords and sabers, the air warping and distorting under the powerful internal force.

Lin Xiaoxiao's family was not spared. Flames erupted around the Lin family ancestral hall, and enemies took advantage of the chaos to break in and steal the family's ancient martial arts manual. Lin Xiaoxiao's brother, Lin Yu, struggled to protect the manual, suffering grave injuries but still struggling. His spear, stained red with blood, danced like a dragon, each thrust repelling several enemies, yet the waves of enemies continued, seemingly endless.

The situation at the Bai family, where Bai Zhi resides, is equally dire. The Bai family's medicine house has been set ablaze by the enemy, reducing precious medicinal herbs to ash. Led by their elders, the Bai family members engage in a melee with the enemy in the courtyard. Bai Zhi's father, Bai Yan, single-handedly faces the siege of several masters to protect the retreat of his fellow family members. He unleashes the Bai family's unique "Heaven-Rescuing Needle Technique," raining down silver needles, but the enemy's attacks, like a violent storm, gradually push him into a desperate situation.

Ye Wuhen and his men, anxious and utterly terrified, immediately joined the battle. Like a gust of wind, Ye Wuhen charged into the enemy formation, his "Star Devil-Breaking Sword" transforming into a streak of silver light, sending horrified screams surging through every direction. As he slew the enemies, he charged towards his father, "Father, I'm here to help you!" His voice resonated remarkably loud amidst the roar of killing.

Lin Xiaoxiao set the little fox down, letting it find a safe place to hide, and rushed to the Lin family ancestral hall. Unleashing the Qiankun Ancient Martial Arts, she radiated golden light, her fists and kicks sending enemies falling. "Brother, let me help you!" her eyes burned with rage.

Bai Zhi quickly rushed back to her family home. Seeing her father in danger, she was distraught. She pulled silver needles from her waist, chanted something, and unleashed the ancient martial arts technique of controlling them. Fueled by her inner strength, the needles shot out like streams of light, piercing the enemies besieging her father. "Father, hold on!" her voice was filled with anxiety and worry.

The entire ancient martial arts sect was caught up in the bloody storm of family feuds, and whether the return of Ye Wuhen and the others could change this cruel situation was still unknown.

(End of this chapter)

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