Time Travel: Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles

Under the cover of night, the family's territory was engulfed in flames. Shouts and cries of death mingled in a tragic symphony of death. Under the ferocious enemy attack, the family members were on the verge of extinction, each one struggling on the brink of life and death. However, in this critical moment, Ye Wuhen's eyes flashed with determination, a determination to burn all bridges. He knew that if he couldn't break through the puppet defenses, the family would be doomed in this catastrophe. He stared at the huge and terrifying puppets before him, as if staring at a group of demons from hell.

Ye Wuhen took a deep breath, channeling the spiritual energy within him like a surging river to its fullest potential. At this moment, the Soul-Breaking Sword in his hand seemed to sense its master's fearless determination, its light growing ever brighter. Within the already golden glow, a faint hint of a breakthrough appeared, as if an even more powerful force was awakening within the sword. This force was like a giant beast, slumbering for a thousand years, ready to open its maw to devour the heavens and earth.

"Hmph! Today is your day of death!" Ye Wuhen roared, charging at the puppet swarm like a flaming meteor. His speed was extreme, leaving a golden afterimage in the air, like lightning tearing through the darkness, carrying with it an unstoppable momentum. This time, he no longer passively defended but instead took the initiative, charging at the enemy with an almost frantic aura. His form was lightning-fast, deftly weaving between the puppets' attacks. His body was as light and agile as a willow leaf in the wind, each movement precise and precise.

Infused with his spiritual energy, the "Soul-Breaking Sword" in Ye Wuhen's hand transformed into a series of sharp sword shadows. Like a pack of hungry wolves, these sword shadows pounced on the puppet's core rune. Each sword shadow contained a powerful spiritual power, the result of Ye Wuhen's years of practicing the family's martial arts. The family's martial arts, called "Galaxy Sacred Secret," is a magical practice that uses the power of the stars to cultivate one's own spiritual power. Practitioners must absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth when the power of a specific star is strong, transforming it into their own unique spiritual power, which is as bright and tenacious as the stars. Ye Wuhen has practiced this technique since childhood and has now mastered it to perfection. His spiritual power is powerful and pure, and each use has the power to destroy the world.

"Break!" Ye Wuhen roared, his "Soul-Breaking Sword" fiercely stabbing at the core rune of a puppet. That core rune, the source of the puppet's power, was engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns that emanated an eerie black glow. The moment the sword and rune collided, a powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted. A dazzling light burst forth like a sunburst, and the surrounding air, squeezed by this force, emitted a buzzing sound. Ye Wuhen felt a powerful recoil along his arm, numbing it, but the light in his eyes grew more resolute. He ignored the excruciating pain and attacked again and again, each strike more ferocious than the last.

Under Ye Wuhen's furious assault, cracks began to appear in the core runes of one puppet, spreading rapidly like a shattered spiderweb. With a resounding "boom," the puppet finally exploded under Ye Wuhen's full-strength attack. The powerful impact, like an enraged bull, sent the mysterious figure and other puppets reeling back several steps. The blast illuminated the night sky, sending fragments scattering like raindrops.

The black-robed man's expression changed. He had originally thought the puppets were enough to hold Ye Wuhen back, but he hadn't expected Ye Wuhen to be able to break free from such a desperate situation. His brow furrowed, a gloom flashing in his eyes. He thought to himself, "This Ye Wuhen is indeed not to be underestimated. It seems I need to change my plan." Just as he was about to command more forces to besiege Ye Wuhen, a strange fluctuation suddenly spread from within the family.

The ripples surged like a mysterious force deep within the earth. At first, there were only slight tremors, but soon, an ancient and mysterious light shot up from the direction of the family's ancient book cabinet. That light, like the breaking light of dawn, carried boundless majesty and power. Wherever it passed, the enemy's black energy melted like ice and snow, emitting a sizzling sound, like the painful wail of darkness before light.

"What is this?" A sense of unease welled up in the black-robed man's heart. His voice trembled slightly, and for the first time, panic appeared in his eyes. He tried to hide his gaffe with his black robe, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him.

The family members were also shocked by the sudden light. They stopped what they were doing and stared blankly in the direction of the Ancient Book Pavilion. But they quickly realized that this might be a turning point for the family. Lin Yu raised his arms and shouted, "Don't give up, everyone. The power of the family is protecting us!" His voice reverberated across the battlefield like a mighty bell. The young disciples' morale, which had been somewhat low, instantly soared. Like warriors who had regained strength, their eyes rekindled with fighting spirit, and they engaged in an even more intense battle with the mysterious man.

"We can't let our ancestors down. For the sake of our family, kill!" A young disciple brandished his weapon and charged at the enemy, his eyes filled with determination. The other disciples followed suit, unleashing their respective skills. For a moment, the battlefield shimmered with spiritual energy, and the cries of killing once again shook the earth.

Bai Zhi sensed the healing power within this force, and a flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes. She hurriedly instructed the pharmacists, "Quick, move the injured toward the Ancient Book Pavilion!" The pharmacists sprang into action, carrying stretchers and the injured on their backs, rushing toward the Ancient Book Pavilion. The wounds of those who were originally seriously injured and dying, after approaching the light, began to heal automatically, and their condition improved rapidly. One member, whose abdomen had been stabbed, was pale as paper and on the verge of death. But under the light, the bleeding from his wound stopped, his muscles began to move, and the wound healed at a visible speed, and his face gradually regained color.

Ye Wuhen seized the opportunity and rushed towards the black-robed man again. His eyes burned with rage, as if he wanted to burn the black-robed man to ashes. "Black-robed man, die!" Ye Wuhen roared. Although the black-robed man felt uneasy, he still pretended to be calm. He snorted coldly: "Hmph, don't think you can defeat me like this." As he spoke, he quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and cast an evil technique called the "Shadow Soul-Eating Curse". The darkness around him seemed to come alive, transforming into black tentacles that wrapped around Ye Wuhen. These black tentacles exuded a pungent fishy smell, and each tentacle had a twisted human face, with a bloody mouth that seemed to devour everything.

Ye Wuhen faced the black-robed man's attack calmly. He held the Soul-Breaking Sword across his body and chanted a defensive spell from the "Galaxy Sacred Art." A golden spiritual shield formed before him. Black tentacles struck the shield with a crackling sound, like firecrackers exploding in water. Ye Wuhen seized the opportunity to rush toward the black-robed man. With a flash of his body, he dodged the remaining black tentacles and arrived in front of him. The Soul-Breaking Sword in his hand pierced the black-robed man like a dragon emerging from the sea, his sword moves swift and fierce, each one carrying the protective power of his family's ancestors. The black-robed man hurriedly cast spells to evade, his figure flashing like a ghost, but he was still scratched by the Soul-Breaking Sword's blade. His black robe was torn in several places, revealing the black scales beneath, which shimmered with an eerie light.

"You can't escape!" Ye Wuhen shouted loudly, his voice like rolling thunder, echoing in the night sky.

The black-robed figure's expression darkened. "Hmph, Ye Wuhen, don't be too happy." He pulled a black smoke bomb from his pocket and threw it to the ground, muttering a spell. Instantly, a black smoke filled the air, carrying a pungent odor that made breathing difficult. The smoke also held a disorienting power, making it difficult to disorientate. When the smoke cleared, the black-robed figure had vanished.

Ye Wuhen stopped and stared in the direction the black-robed figure had vanished, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment. His knuckles turned white from the force of his grip on the Soul-Breaking Sword. "Damn it! He let him get away," he gritted his teeth. But he knew now wasn't the time to pursue him; the family still needed him.

He returned to his family and saw that they were gradually recovering under the light of the ancient book, and the defensive barrier was once again stable, which comforted him a little. Lin Yu, Bai Zhi, and Lin Xiaoxiao came to his side. Although their faces were tired, their eyes were filled with gratitude for surviving the disaster.

"This time, thanks to the power of the Ancient Books Pavilion, otherwise we would be in real danger." Lin Yu said. His body was covered in blood and wounds, and his clothes were tattered, but his eyes were still firm.

Bai Zhi nodded and said, "Yes, this ancient book pavilion must be hiding secrets that we don't know. This light has magical healing and protective powers."

Lin Xiaoxiao also agreed: "We have to study it carefully, maybe we can find a way to deal with the enemy."

Ye Wuhen nodded: "It seems that our understanding of the family is far from enough. We need to study the secrets in the ancient books carefully, and perhaps we can find a way to deal with the enemy. And those injured clansmen, we must take good care of them."

At that moment, an elderly woman, who had guarded the ancient books for years, slowly emerged from the ancient books pavilion. Her face was kind, but her eyes revealed the depth of a life lived through. In her hands, she held an ancient tome radiating golden light. While seemingly ordinary, its cover somewhat worn, it held an awe-inspiring power. The words within seemed to flow, each word possessing a life of its own. As the woman muttered to herself, the light from the tome intensified, transforming into golden curtains that soared towards the family's defensive barrier. These curtains resembled angel wings, imbued with divine power.

The golden light curtain merged with the barrier, instantly repairing the cracked barrier and making it even stronger. The runes on the barrier's surface shone with an even brighter light. The mysterious individuals who attempted to destroy the barrier were repelled by the light curtain's force, many suffering severe injuries. Blood gushed from their mouths, and their bodies were sent flying like cannonballs, falling heavily to the ground.

After this brutal battle, the family enjoyed a brief period of peace. But everyone knew that this was just a respite from the storm, and the enemy would not give up. They must use this time to strengthen their strength, protect the family, and protect the martial arts world. Ye Wuhen looked at everyone in the family and secretly vowed in his heart: "No matter how powerful the enemy is, I will not let the family be harmed again."

Family members began clearing the battlefield and treating the wounded, supporting and comforting each other. Though the young disciples had endured brutal combat, their eyes held a new maturity and resolve. They knew the family's future depended on them, and they, too, would grow through this ordeal.

In the ancient book pavilion, Ye Wuhen, Lin Yu, Bai Zhi, Lin Xiaoxiao, and several family elders gathered around a golden-glowing ancient tome, delving into its secrets. This tome records the deeds, techniques, and mysterious prophecies of the family's ancestors. They decipher it word for word, seeking clues to how to defeat their enemies. Thus begins a new journey of discovery, and one that will usher in a new turning point in the family's destiny.