Legend of the Embroiderer

At the moment when the sword light came with a fierce momentum, it seemed as if time had frozen. It seemed as if the only thing left in the whole world was the sword light that was about to fall and Li Zhao and Su Mengyao who were in it.

Li Zhao suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. Without thinking, he pulled Su Mengyao beside him. The movement was so fast, like lightning across the night sky. Then, he ran away from the sword light without hesitation, like an arrow from a bow.

However, the speed of the sword was beyond imagination, just like the scythe of the god of death, and it was about to hit both of them hard.

At this critical moment, the ancient bronze artifact that Li Zhao had been holding tightly in his hand suddenly emitted a strange and brilliant light again without any warning.

The light was like a golden barrier, instantly forming a solid shield in front of them, as if it was a blessing from the gods, successfully blocking the unstoppable attack of the sword light.

But this was only a temporary miracle. The power contained in the powerful sword light was too terrifying. Under the continuous impact, cracks began to appear on the shield, just like fragile glass. Amidst the dull sounds, the cracks became more and more numerous and larger, as if it would completely break at any time.

"What should we do? We can't escape!" Su Mengyao's eyes were full of fear, and her voice trembled a little due to extreme panic. She looked like a frightened deer, which made people feel pity for her.

At this moment, Wu Chen, who had been closely observing the surrounding situation, suddenly noticed the ground under his feet. The originally ordinary ground seemed to hide some strange patterns. Those patterns were intricate and intertwined. At first glance, it looked like a mysterious formation.

A flash of inspiration came to Wu Chen's mind, and a bold idea came to his mind. Without any hesitation, he used all his strength to force the bronze weapon in his hand into the seemingly inconspicuous center of the formation.

As the bronze vessel was inserted, the lines on the ground began to glow faintly, and a mysterious aura filled the air, as if a door to an unknown world had been opened...

In an instant, the formation was activated, emitting a strong light, like a scorching sun in the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The power of the formation quickly unfolded, forming an indestructible shield that tightly protected himself, Li Zhao and Su Mengyao.

They stood in the center of the formation and felt a powerful energy fluctuation, as if they were in a safe haven.

The sword beams attacked like raindrops, but they could not penetrate the shield and could only create ripples on its surface.

At the same time, a shrill scream came from a distance, resounding through the sky.

They looked closely and saw that the wizard of the Netherworld Cult was being sucked into the void by a mysterious force and disappeared in an instant.

I don’t know where he was taken, maybe to some unknown space, or maybe he fell into endless darkness.

But no matter what, this scene shocked and terrified everyone.

This unknown Netherworld Cult has always wanted to use its mysterious and profound "Time and Space Xuan Ji" as its sharpest weapon. It is like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness, ready to attack suddenly in the long river of history, setting off waves one after another that are enough to shake the whole world.

Crown Prince Li Zhao, a member of the royal family who has always been known for his wisdom and bravery, now has a firm and resolute light in his eyes. He knows very well that the existence of the Netherworld Sect is a huge threat to the Tang Dynasty. He secretly made up his mind to eradicate this evil sect and let the world return to a state of peace and tranquility.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand. The hilt felt slightly warm in his palm, as if it could also feel the determination in his heart.

"Wu Chen, what means do you think the Netherworld Church will use to stop our attack?" Prince Li Zhao looked straight ahead with his sharp eyes, as if he could see through all obstacles. He wanted to find the answer from the eyes of Wu Chen, his capable subordinate, and find the key to cracking the Netherworld Church's conspiracy.

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen gripped the longsword tightly in his hand. A cold murderous intent faintly emanated from the blade. A determined light flashed in his eyes as he slowly spoke, "Your Highness, the Netherworld Cult has always been cunning and treacherous. They will certainly set up countless obstacles and seemingly unsolvable traps in an attempt to stop us. But we must not be afraid. We must bravely move forward and completely eliminate this evil sect!"

Suddenly, a hole appeared in the vast sky as if torn open by an invisible giant hand.

Immediately afterwards, dazzling beams of light descended from the sky like the wrath of the gods, carrying with them a majestic momentum, pointing straight towards the eerie and terrifying headquarters of the Netherworld Cult.

Wu Chen's expression was solemn as he slowly spoke, "This is a clear sign that the 'Space-Time Xuan Ji' has begun to activate. The Netherworld Cult is attempting to use this mysterious power to meticulously construct numerous space-time barriers in an attempt to resist your fierce attack, Crown Prince."

He threw his head back and let out a wild laugh that echoed between heaven and earth. "Hmph, how can these little tricks of the Netherworld Cult stop my unwavering determination!"

Crown Prince Li Zhao also laughed out loud, and that heroic laughter contained endless confidence and majesty.

Wu Chen exclaimed, "When the Space-Time Xuan Ji activated, the spectacular scene unfolded was like the collapse of heaven and earth, the shattering of mountains and rivers. Space and time were violently distorted under its influence, and everything on the battlefield seemed to be under a spell, becoming distorted and chaotic. The Netherworld Cult's painstakingly constructed fortifications, under the ruthless distortion of space and time, seemed particularly illusory and vague, looming, as if at any moment they would disappear into the rolling dust of history like the passing clouds and smoke."

After saying that, he waved his hand violently, his eyes flashing with a fiery light, "Your Highness, look over there!"

Wu Chen quickly looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a deep and dark space-time crack slowly opening. The crack was like a greedy bloody mouth, as if it wanted to ruthlessly devour everything in front of it.

Crown Prince Li Zhao remained unmoved. He remained calm and composed, speaking in a firm and forceful tone, "It's alright. We just need to keep moving forward. With our courage and wisdom, the Netherworld Cult's conspiracy will eventually burst like a bubble!"

His eyes revealed a strong desire for victory, as if he had already seen the moment when the Netherworld Cult would collapse beneath their feet.

In this thrilling battle with the Netherworld Sect, Crown Prince Li Zhao and Wu Chen are now deeply trapped in endless distress.

And at this critical moment, Su Mengyao seemed to wake up suddenly after sleeping for a long time. Her inner world, which had been silent for a long time, began to surge violently like a surging sea.

Su Mengyao stood quietly on the towering tower of the Netherworld Cult. Her eyes were originally empty and lifeless, like a puppet whose soul had been ruthlessly extracted, without any life.

Along with the subtle power fluctuations emanating from the mysterious "Space-Time Xuan Ji", a rare moment of clarity suddenly flashed through her chaotic mind.

In an instant, those past scenes that were deeply controlled by the Netherworld Cult flashed before her eyes like a movie, and she finally saw her true identity hidden behind the darkness.

"I... I can't continue to sink like this." Su Mengyao's voice was extremely weak, as if it came from the distant sky, but it contained an extremely firm belief.

Her heart was struggling like a trapped beast, and the strong sense of resistance made her start to fight against the evil force that had been controlling her at all costs.

With Su Mengyao's complete awakening, the huge base of the Netherworld Cult suddenly fell into unprecedented chaos.

Her resistance was like a small stone thrown into the originally calm lake, instantly causing layers of endless ripples.

The magicians of the Netherworld Cult who thought they were in control of everything were now in a panic. They had never imagined that a "puppet" that was once completely controlled by them would actually burst out with such an astonishing and powerful force of resistance.

Those magicians who are usually so majestic are now running around like headless flies, their hearts full of fear and anxiety about the unknown.

Su Mengyao was like a female warrior reborn from the ashes. She continuously released her powerful strength in the chaos and launched fierce attacks again and again against the Netherworld Sect forces that bound her.

Su Mengyao, why did you make such a decisive move? The leader of the Netherworld Cult was like a furious god, enraged to the extreme. His thunderous roar reverberated throughout the entire space, as if to shatter everything around him.

The incomparably powerful magical force, under Su Mengyao's tenacious resistance that was as strong as steel, began to shake violently and uncontrollably like a fragile candle flame swept by a fierce storm. The shaking became more and more intense, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next moment.

Her firm and powerful words struck the air like a heavy hammer. Every word seemed to contain endless power, echoing in this tense space.

"I must help Crown Prince Li Zhao and expose the conspiracy of you evil people!"

Her voice revealed an unquestionable determination and courage, like a sharp sword that could cut through all obstacles.

Wu Chen stood quietly by, silently feeling all the changes that were quietly happening. His eyes were like two sharp swords, tightly locked on Su Mengyao's stubborn figure.

Her frail body, which had been bound by heavy magical shackles, was now like an eagle that had finally broken free from the heavy shackles after going through hardships. She burst out with unprecedented strength and struggled to break free from the strict magical confinement of the Netherworld Cult.

The helping hand she extended to them was like a ray of bright light that suddenly appeared in the dark world, instantly illuminating the place of hope in everyone's hearts that was about to be swallowed by despair.

An instant of surprise that was hard to conceal flashed across Wu Chen's eyes, and that look of surprise was like a gorgeous firework that suddenly bloomed in the night sky, brilliant and eye-catching.

He suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Prince, look! Su Mengyao has finally regained consciousness! She hasn't been deceived by the Netherworld Cult's evil magic. She still holds on to her beliefs and justice. She wants to bring us light and hope!"

His voice was passionate and high-pitched, full of admiration and praise for Su Mengyao, as if at this moment, the whole world had become unusual because of Su Mengyao's awakening.

When Crown Prince Li Zhao heard this, the corners of his originally stern mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

Wu Chen then said, "Your Highness, Su Mengyao's awakening is undoubtedly like a sharp sword. Perhaps it is the key to our turning defeat into victory!"

At this moment, Su Mengyao's inner world was like a raging storm, surging and turbulent. The road to self-salvation she embarked on was full of thorns and bumps, filled with endless difficulties and challenges.

Not only does she have to rely on her own strength to fight against the terrifying magic of the Netherworld Cult, but she also has to bravely face the fears and doubts deep in her heart.

However, she never had the slightest intention of retreating. Her immense courage and outstanding wisdom were like a solid foundation, allowing her to stand firmly on the ground in this fierce struggle and move forward towards victory step by step.