The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

Within the sect, the members of the Shadow Pavilion advanced like a dark tide, steadily advancing towards the core of the formation. The darkness, like a materialized black fog, spread ever thicker. The entire sect was enveloped by this dark aura, and the oppressive atmosphere weighed on the hearts of every disciple like a heavy boulder.

"We can't let them succeed!" Senior Sister Yun Yao's eyes were filled with determination, her beautiful pupils now blazing like flames. She formed seals with her hands, her fingers dancing in the air like nimble butterflies as she chanted a long, ancient, and mysterious spell. As the spell rang out, the protective formation, once dim and shimmering like a candle in the wind, suddenly shone brightly, as if infused with endless vitality. The radiance was brilliant and dazzling, like a rising sun, pushing back the darkness surrounding the sect. The spiritual crystals within the formation, like awakened spirits, shone with a light so intense it was almost impossible to look directly at. As if possessed by life, these rays quickly converged, weaving together to form impenetrable spiritual barriers. These spiritual barriers, shimmering with a vibrant aura, resembled a transparent yet powerful glazed shield, temporarily halting the maddening advances of the Shadow Pavilion's inhabitants.

"Everyone, concentrate your firepower and attack their weak points!" an elder shouted in a resounding voice. His commanding voice echoed throughout the sect like a battle horn, igniting the fighting spirit of every disciple.

Upon hearing the order, we disciples quickly adjusted our tactics. Senior Brother Chu Feng, like a nimble eagle, his gaze resolute and fearless. He leaped high into the air. The sword in his hand seemed to possess a spirit, gathering immense spiritual energy. Like the waters of a surging river, this energy continuously flowed into the blade. The light on the blade rapidly grew, so intense it was almost blinding, like a dazzling star descending to earth. Senior Brother Chu Feng shouted, his voice booming like thunder across the sky. He swooped down towards a figure who appeared to be the leader of the Shadow Pavilion crowd. Seeing this, the Shadow Pavilion leader's lips curled up slightly in a disdainful sneer. He wielded the sinister black staff in his hand, muttering something. As he chanted, a black vortex rapidly materialized before him. The black vortex was like a bottomless black hole, emitting a chilling aura, trying to swallow up Senior Brother Chu Feng's fierce attack.

I stood on the ground, fighting alongside the other disciples. Together, we unleashed spells upon the Shadow Pavilion's inhabitants, each of us filled with determination. I thrust my hands forward, chanting an incantation. As the spell finished, a flame erupted from my palms. Like a roaring dragon, the flames spread rapidly, consuming the enemy. Wherever the flames touched, the air distorted and the ground scorched black. The other disciples unleashed their own unique skills, and for a moment, the sect shimmered with light, a dazzling riot of colors intertwining like a vibrant rainbow. The whistling of spells and the clash of weapons intertwined, resounding through the air like a rousing battle symphony.

In the valley, Brother Ling Xiao and Leng Shuang continued to study the patterns on the wall with full concentration. The light in the cave was dim, with only a faint glow emanating from some luminous moss on the cave wall.

"These patterns seem to be arranged in a certain order. If we can find the starting point, perhaps we can decipher the complete information." Brother Ling Xiao said with a frown, his eyes fixed on the pattern on the wall, trying to find a clue from the complex and mysterious pattern.

Leng Shuang nodded, a hint of concentration now etched across her stern face. She carefully observed the pattern, her eyes as sharp as an eagle's. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a new world.

"Look here, this symbol appears most frequently. I think it might be the key," Leng Shuang said, pointing to a peculiarly shaped symbol. It resembled a twisted cross, surrounded by strange lines and exuding a mysterious aura.

Brother Ling Xiao leaned over to take a look, then carefully searched the surroundings for a related pattern. His gaze moved inch by inch across the wall, not missing a single detail. He noticed some lines next to the symbol, like winding snakes, as if guiding a direction.

"Let's go in this direction and try it out," Ling Xiao said. His voice was soft, but it was firm.

They continued through the cave, following the lines. The cave grew narrower, the walls seeming to squeeze in. The air grew colder and damper, its chill creeping into their clothes like icy tentacles, sending shivers down their spines. As they walked, they heard a low, humming sound, like distant thunder, or something massive lurking in the shadows, emitting a menacing aura.

"Be careful, there might be danger ahead," Ling Xiao said softly. His hand unconsciously tightened around his weapon, and he leaned forward slightly, ready to respond to any emergency.

They slowed down, taking each step with extreme caution, cautiously approaching the source of the sound. As they turned a corner, they came upon a large, round object. It resembled a massive black disk, standing silently. Its surface was covered with symbols similar to those on the wall. Like ancient spells, these symbols exuded a mysterious and unsettling aura.

"This thing looks mysterious. Perhaps it's related to the secrets of Shadow Pavilion," Leng Shuang said. She stared intently at the round object, trying to find some clues from it.

Back at the sect, the battle entered a fierce stage. Although the Shadow Pavilion's men were temporarily blocked by the formation, they hadn't given up their attack. Like a pack of hungry wolves, their eyes gleamed with greed and ferocity. They began to unite, the many black-clad men forming a circle, huddled tightly together. They chanted incantations like the whispers of a demon, obscure yet filled with unholy power. As they chanted, a massive black energy ball slowly formed among them. The black energy ball resembled a black sun, emitting a suffocating dark aura. It continuously absorbed the surrounding dark forces, growing ever larger.

"Oh no! They're about to launch a powerful combined attack." The elders' expressions were as solemn as the dark, overcast sky. Their eyes were fixed on the gradually growing black energy ball, their hearts filled with worry.

Senior Sister Yun Yao watched the gradually growing black energy ball. She took a deep breath and pulled out a multicolored spiritual pearl from her bosom. The pearl, like a gem from a fairyland, radiated a soft yet brilliant rainbow light. The light danced in her hand, like a vibrant little life.

"This is our sect's treasure. We can only use it to resist now," Senior Sister Yun Yao said. Her voice was calm, but it was filled with determination.

She placed the spirit pearl at the center of the formation, then closed her eyes and poured her spiritual energy into it continuously. Nourished by the spiritual energy, the pearl shone even more brilliantly. Its rainbow-colored light danced joyfully in the center of the formation like seven vibrant ribbons. It then released rays of multicolored light, like sacred spears, charging straight at the formation's spiritual barrier. They merged with the barrier, forming an even stronger defensive layer. That defensive layer resembled a fortress shimmering with rainbow light, emanating a powerful aura.

Just as the Shadow Pavilion's black energy ball was about to launch, a rainbow of light collided with it. For a moment, a brilliant radiance shone, reminiscent of a cosmic explosion, so intense it blinded the eyes. The immense force of the impact, like a raging tsunami, swept over, leaving many within the sect reeling. Some disciples with lower cultivation levels were even knocked to the ground by the impact, but they didn't flinch. Instead, they gritted their teeth and seized the opportunity to attack again. Senior Brother Chu Feng led a group of disciples, charging towards the Shadow Pavilion crowd like a tiger descending from a mountain, engaging in a fierce close-quarters combat. Senior Brother Chu Feng's sword danced, each thrust imbued with powerful spiritual energy. This spiritual energy, like a razor-sharp blade, darted through the Shadow Pavilion crowd.

In the valley, Brother Ling Xiao and Leng Shuang attempted to decipher the secrets of the massive circular object. They slowly circled it several times, carefully examining its every detail. They discovered a spot that looked like it could be embedded. It resembled a small groove, surrounded by strange patterns that distinguished it from the rest of the object.

"We need to find something suitable to embed here, maybe we can unlock its secrets," said Brother Ling Xiao. His eyes gleamed with excitement, as if he saw hope of uncovering the secrets of the Shadow Pavilion.

They began searching the cave, exploring every corner, hoping to find the key to unlocking the mystery of the object.