Legend of the Embroiderer

The power of the Netherworld Cult is like evil spirits born from the deepest darkness. They blend silently into the night, as if the night is incarnate. Their influence is like a thick haze, covering the entire continent, making people feel depressed and suffocated.

Their power has long surpassed the simple competition of force, but has penetrated deeply into those more mysterious areas.

They master supernatural magic that is considered taboo and manipulate extraordinary supernatural powers, as if the whole world is under their control.

When the evil wizards of the Netherworld Cult learned that Su Mengyao was holding the legendary "Time and Space Xuan Ji" in her slender hands, greed and madness suddenly flashed in their eyes.

For them, "Time and Space Xuan Ji" is not only a treasure, but also the key to their supreme power.

So, they could not wait to begin the strange ritual. The wizards wore black robes embroidered with complex and mysterious runes, as if every stroke contained endless power.

Their faces were cold and gloomy, with strange lights flashing in their eyes, as if they were demons walking out of hell.

They chanted something and waved strange runes with their hands, trying to use supernatural means to forcibly seize the "Time and Space Xuan Ji" from Su Mengyao.

The entire palace was filled with their evil and powerful magic, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything in secret.

And deep within the magnificent imperial palace, in a secret base, the wizards of the Netherworld Cult were performing a terrifying forbidden ritual.

The magic they unleashed intertwined and entwined in the air, forming twisting vortexes that seemed to engulf the entire world. Every movement was filled with evil, as if they were casting the most vicious curse on the entire world.

Their goal is the mysterious "Space-Time Xuan Ji" in Su Mengyao's hands. This artifact, seemingly imbued with endless mysteries and power, is the treasure the Netherworld Cult has long coveted. To obtain it, they are willing to sacrifice anything, even their own lives.

However, just when they were about to succeed, Crown Prince Li Zhao and his brave and fearless team set out on a journey to the Netherworld Cult base.

Their arrival disrupted the Netherworld Cult's plan and made the battle for the "Time and Space Xuan Ji" more intense and complicated.

However, the Netherworld Cult did not give up. They used their evil magic to control Su Mengyao's will like a ghost.

Su Mengyao's originally clear eyes now became empty and lifeless, as if they were controlled by the power of the Netherworld Cult.

Her body involuntarily obeyed the orders of the Netherworld Cult and moved towards the direction that was destined to cause earth-shaking waves.

Night slowly fell like a huge black curtain, shrouding the entire palace in darkness.

Like ghosts, the Netherworld Cult wizards silently entered the extremely hidden chamber. They carefully took out the exotic spices they had prepared and lit them with slightly trembling hands. Suddenly, wisps of strange green smoke rose up and spread freely in the air.

The mysterious and dangerous aura enveloped the entire secret room like a dark cloud, making people shudder.

These wizards formed an irregular circle and sat quietly around an extremely complex magic circle.

Their skinny hands tightly grasped the ancient and mottled talismans, which seemed to still bear traces of time and unknown magic.

As time went on, they began to utter low and powerful spells, which sounded like roars from the depths of hell, echoing in every corner of the secret room, as if to awaken the long-dormant evil forces.

The entire secret room was filled with a mysterious and evil atmosphere, as if it was a magical space isolated from the world.

Wizard A lowered his head slightly, moved his lips slightly, and whispered a spell: "In the name of the underworld, open the door to the other world and let the power of time and space become a plaything in our hands." There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if he had already seen the moment when the door to the other world was about to open.

Wizard B widened his eyes and shouted, "Su Mengyao, your will will no longer be controlled by you, and the 'Xuan Ji of Time and Space' will fall into our hands!" His words were full of determination and cruelty, as if he had made up his mind to completely conquer Su Mengyao.

On the other side of the palace, Su Mengyao sat alone in her spacious study, gently stroking the mysteriously radiant "Space-Time Xuan Ji," as if feeling its unique warmth and power.

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt a strong sense of dizziness. Her mind was in chaos, as if controlled by an invisible force. Her body involuntarily stood up and walked towards an unknown direction.

She knew that it was the Netherworld Cult calling her, and she was unable to resist that powerful force.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable mysterious aura surged from the depths of the palace. It surged like a tide, eroding Su Mengyao's mind in every way.

All kinds of strange and inexplicable terrifying scenes began to emerge in her mind, as if an invisible force was trying to drag her into a bottomless dark abyss.

At this moment, Su Mengyao's brow was furrowed, deep furrows carved into her brows, leaving traces of unyielding determination. Her eyes flickered with doubt and uneasiness, like two candles flickering in the darkness, ready to go out at any moment.

She murmured to herself, her voice trembling slightly, "What on earth... is going on? My hands, it's as if they're no longer under my control, doing things on their own..."

Her voice revealed deep fear and struggle, like a bound beast, roaring helplessly in the darkness.

"I... I feel a force that is controlling me and making me... making me leave here." Su Mengyao's voice became lower and lower, and her eyes became more and more empty, as if an invisible devil was taking away her soul bit by bit.

She slowly stood up, each movement seemed so stiff and mechanical, as if she was being pulled by invisible strings. She walked towards the door step by step, each step like walking on the edge of a knife, painful and difficult.

When she finally stepped out of the room, an inexplicable sense of alienation came over her. She felt as if she had left this world and entered a completely unfamiliar space.

Beside her, the wizards of the Netherworld Cult were muttering strange spells, their eyes gleaming with greed and fanaticism, as if they had seen something extremely precious.

"Su Mengyao, as long as you hand over the 'Xuan Ji of Time and Space' to us, your loyalty will be richly rewarded." The wizard's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from hell.

Su Mengyao's eyes widened in confusion. Her eyes were filled with bewilderment and puzzlement. She asked softly, "Do I... do I really have to do this? Is there no other choice?"

Her voice revealed deep helplessness and despair, as if she was trapped in a cage from which she could not escape.

However, by this point, she had completely fallen under the control of the Netherworld Cult wizard. Her mind was in turmoil, her sanity shattered by the impact of that mysterious power. She could only allow herself to be manipulated by that power, like a puppet without a soul.

She involuntarily reached out and tightly grasped the treasure known as the "Space-Time Xuanji." A trace of confusion and emptiness flashed across her eyes, as if they had lost all their brilliance.

Under the guidance of the wizards, she passed through the palace's tight security. Each step was as difficult and painful as walking on the edge of a knife, yet she had no power to resist and could only continue forward. Her heart was filled with helplessness and despair, as if she had already seen her future fate.

Finally, she arrived at the dark and deep secret base of the Netherworld Cult. A group of haggard wizards surrounded her like ghosts, their eyes gleaming with greed and fanaticism, as if they wanted to devour her.

The mysterious magic of the Netherworld Cult was like countless invisible yet extremely tough chains that silently wrapped around her body.

She felt her will being eroded bit by bit, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling her throat, making it impossible for her to breathe.

Her eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, and that feeling of confusion seemed to be swallowing her up.

She realized with horror that her will was gradually losing control, causing her to involuntarily hand over the treasure in her hand without realizing it.

It wasn't until the "Space-Time Xuan Ji," symbolizing endless mysteries and power, slowly left her palm and was firmly held by those greedy wizards that she finally came to her senses. However, it was too late; she had already lost control of the treasure.

At that moment, the strange power that once tightly controlled her began to slowly dissipate as if it had been summoned by something.

She felt her body regain its freedom, but her heart was filled with endless regret and despair.

The wizards looked at the "Space-Time Xuan Ji" in their hands with smug smiles on their faces. Their eyes flashed with greed, as if they had already seen their future glory and honor.

Su Mengyao could only stand there helplessly, watching them take away her treasure, her heart filled with endless pain and struggle.

At this moment, Su Mengyao's originally chaotic consciousness suddenly regained a bit of clarity. She used all her strength to convey the message to the outside world, trying to seek help and rescue.

Although her voice was weak, it was full of firmness and determination: "Elder Wuchen... My mind has been controlled by the evil wizards of the Netherworld Cult... They have taken away the 'Time and Space Xuan Ji'... Please send someone to rescue me as soon as possible..." After saying these words, her consciousness fell into darkness again.

After receiving Su Mengyao's call for help, Elder Wu Chen's eyes flashed with shock and worry.

He said slowly, "Prince, this is bad! Su Mengyao has been taken to their eerie base by the Netherworld Cult wizards using mysterious magic!"

His voice revealed deep worry and uneasiness, as if he had already sensed the coming storm and crisis.

Wu Chen's expression was as solemn as a dark cloud pressing down on his head. His eyes were deep, as if they could see through people's hearts, but at this moment they were filled with an indescribable worry.

He said in a deep voice, "A brilliant and strange light suddenly flashed at the base of the Netherworld Cult. I've seen this light on Su Mengyao before. It's unique to her, like the brightest star in the night sky."

Crown Prince Li Zhao's brow furrowed, doubt thickening in his heart like a thick fog. He asked, puzzled, "Why is there such a strange light coming from her? What is going on?"

Wu Chen stood quietly in front of the prince. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, but at this moment he revealed a barely perceptible tremor.

He took a deep breath, his voice slightly hoarse and tinged with barely concealed nervousness, and slowly spoke, "Your Highness, that day, Su Mengyao was playing with the magical 'Space-Time Xuan Ji,' her smile as bright as a newly blossomed flower. However, at that moment, the Netherworld Cult appeared like ghosts. They took advantage of Su Mengyao's unpreparedness and cast their evil supernatural magic."

Having said that, a flash of anger and regret appeared in Wu Chen's eyes. He clenched his fists so tightly that he could almost hear the sound of his joints cracking.